One softgel a day with breakfast.
I expected nothing.
Ginkgo had done nothing.
Every other supplement I had tried over the years had done nothing.
I told myself I would give it 60 days and track what happened.
Week 1 — the hum was the same.
But I slept almost six hours without waking up.
I usually wake at 2 or 3 AM and lie there with the fan running, the hum underneath it, waiting to drift back.
That week it happened once instead of four or five times.
I did not get excited.
I have seen patients convince themselves a supplement is working because they want it to work.
I told myself it could be coincidence and kept going.
Week 3 — I got up one morning, made coffee, sat down at the kitchen table, and realised I had not noticed the hum yet.
It was still there when I listened for it.
But it had not been the first thing I was aware of when I opened my eyes, the way it usually was.
That had never happened before in two years.
I still did not tell anyone.
Week 5 — my husband asked me why I had stopped turning the fan on at night.
I stared at him.
I had not realised I had stopped.
The hum was still there if I focused on it in a quiet room, but it had dropped enough that I was falling asleep without needing to cover it.
For two years, the fan had been non-negotiable.
And I had stopped turning it on without even noticing.
That was the moment I believed it.
He said I seemed less tense in the evenings.
He said I had stopped pressing my palm against my left ear when the house goes quiet.
I did not know I did that. He did.
Week 7 — I was sitting in a quiet room reading.
And I realised I was sitting in a quiet room reading.
Six months earlier that would have been impossible.
The silence would have made the hum louder.
Now the static had faded enough that I could focus on the page instead of the sound.
I thought about the neurologist's words.
I thought about my patient.
I thought about what might have happened to my own brain if I had spent another five years covering the static with a fan instead of addressing the corrosion producing it.
She read for ten minutes.
Looked at me.
Looked at the Astravia bottle on my desk.
"How long have you been taking this?"
Seven weeks.
"And the hum?"
Still there if I listen for it.
But I sleep without the fan.
I stopped waking at 2 AM.
I can sit in a quiet room.
I can sit in a quiet room.
Then she said, "Send me the studies."
She ordered a bottle that evening.
She has had ringing in her right ear for three years.