my right ear every time I wasn't already listening to music or talking to someone. This quickly became very irritating. I had enough to deal with in planning a memorial service, dealing with the complexities of my mother's estate, and cleaning out the house my parents bought more than 47 years ago to put it on the market. I didn't need a chorus - one that couldn't even always sing the right notes! - constantly singing repetitive tunes in my ear.A few weeks after my mother died in 2008, a chorus began humming in
This is an entry from my online journal, I'm Bipolar, that I started writing the day I was diagnosed.