The best bad news

I feel like the past six months have been nothing but waiting for bad news.  I've been suffering headaches since I was a kid, and from migraine headaches on a near daily basis for the past two months.  It had gotten to the point that I was seeing a neurotologist – a doctor specifically looking for neurological problems with my ears since I was dizzy and had such sensitivity to sounds.

It took me three months to even get in to see the neurotologist, and the wait probably brought on more stress and migraines.  

After three visits over the course of a couple months, I was relieved to hear that there is nothing wrong with my ears.  My ears are physically no different than anyone else's.  And after a CT scan, MRI, and slew of sickening tests, we can rest assured that I "only" have migraines, and more specifically, vestibular migraine syndrome – in other words, migraines which set off sensitivity to sound.  

With that, it's safe to say that I have a migraine almost every second of the day with due to my constant over-sensitivity to sound, sight, smell, and taste.  

I've been this way since I was a kid.  It's actually a bit unnerving to think that I'm finally going to receive treatment for something that has shaped my life so much over the course of my life.  I have developed a custom for staying to myself because of my sensitivities, but despite that I have done well in achieving what I wanted.  

If I could do a lot before, I'm only going to do more as I continue to get better.

Thank you for the prayers and comfort, everyone.