Meniere's Disease, Symptoms of...The Sounds Part IV

I state, The Sounds Part IV, as the title because I did not want to say or type something to do about hearing voices straight away. I have become hesitant in even speaking or to talk about a symptom that grows more and more difficult for me to deal with. I am hearing voices more often...the verbiage is becoming clearer...um, BUT!, I am alone when listening to these voices. Yes, si, ya!! I've been told that "some" patients with meniere's experiance this symptom post sugeries,procedures,injections, etc. This is no damn comfort for me right now damnit.

I suspect there might have been a mention early on in my blogging about hearing voices. It's not something I want to howl about on a mega-horn or send out notices like, "ALERT: I Am Hearing Voices!"!! But I know this is not right and not cool in the slightest bit. Yes, this is something I will be getting with my Mental Health Care Team, about first thing Monday. I am scheduled to visit with Sir Dude, and with that there is no doubt a call or calls will be made to the one who referred me to Sir Dude.

As I began to prepare for a shower in the West side of our lodge earlier, I clear as the night was dark, heard voices in my bed room. I was totally alone, clear minded - free of stimulants of any form...AND had another utter words into my very being...

...there's not much more to say about that. It happened earlier this evening, it has occured in the past on numerous occasions, and I expect future plans have been prepared unbeknownst to me.

So, this is getting hectic.

Back-back in the day I was associated with an organization out of Chicago, that was called V.O.I.C.E.S., Victims Of Incest Can Emerge Survivors...wow, that was like back in the late 1980's. Reckon I have been on this path a bit longer than I've given myself credit for. But, then, that sounds like...


As a quick side note...Brenda and I, had not been awake forty-five minutes this morning when I had my frist cry...yes, I cried over a cup of Cafe con Leche, Brenda's great Cuban Coffee with Hot Milk, en la casa style. All through the day, I consider maybe one half dozen episodes of crying... I've never kept track, never thought to. So I don't know.


Purchased tennis balls for Da Walker yesterday! Neon day-glow white, pink and yellow. Yes Ma'am, yes, these are like...

...now, That right there is a dude walk and rolling his Path...one step one damn voice at a time!