Each time I rose from bed this morning I have shed tears...once at 07:20 when my dearest bride left for work and then at 09:58...it's been nearly an hour since and I sense more are around the bend.
I too should be driving to work in this cold and ice...headed to my Coffee House for warmth, comfort and a right good days pay. "Take care of each other while we take care of our customers", was one of my favorite expressions to share with my young "co-workers".
Folks, tend to talk too much when the time is at the worst. As in these difficult times I live. Them who make names and treat me less of a man because my emotions are exposed, make matters worse. Am I weak? Am I too vulnerable? Damn, I've tried. But, I'm just not that strong. Damn my mind. Damn these ears of mine...
This entire process named meniere's works very much more than the physical aspects of a persons life...it digs in deep and engages me still into wishing this was all a dream. Just a dream...seems like it's still a dream sometimes...a bad and sad never-ending dream.
If I could just get a grip...
If I could just get a grip, I would ask the folks who are amused by this illness to please leave me alone. Ask or TELL them enough with the jokes and laughter and name calling. What is going on inward my skull is a reality. This is not a folken joke.
I am on the verge of vomitting and have nothing in my stomach. I am dizzy and the sweat around my neck is not imaginary. I want to go back to sleep but I await an appointment with Sir Dude...we need to talk.
Some folks never learn.
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