Last night I had the worst case of ringing ears I've ever experienced. Scared the sh*t outa me, I gotta say.
I went to a jam session. The smallish stage held two guitarists, drummer and bassist. A pedal steel player, a percussionist and I had to set up on the dance floor to one side. That put me right at ear level in front of one of the guitarists' amps. I'd forgotten my earplugs at home.
I was there for less than three hours, but when I got home I noticed a loud two-tone ringing in my ears. I turned on the TV and could barely make out the show's dialog, although the music was fine. Strange. Surprisingly, a bowl of my favorite sleep aide helped a little. But it was a frightening experience.
Even scarier, the ringing is still there this morning. Quieter, but still there.
The earplugs are staying in my cord bag from now on.