On this past Wednesday at approxitmately 1900 I had what I thought was a brief minor vertigo attack. Little did I know the brief visitor scrambeled my innards good and plenty. In the past two and or so days I have slept right near forty hours...
...I had been having issues with my right ear plopping - which has been going on for some time, tremendously loud noises in my left deaf ear which reminded me of the Caution Alerts at Rail Road crossings...so freaking out loud! I continue to have bouts of total silence in my right-good-bad-ear.
Earlier, my morning and afternoon had been fair with nausea and dizziness, and was up to my usual day-to-day routine. For that matter, I had been atop a very strong and beautiful pony for what seemed to be days.
Then Wednesday evening, while resting on my sofa with my bride, out of the blue clear sky, I was in the attack. With no tell-tale signs! Other than the same stuff I always live with. When attacked I was with extreme high nausea, sweating like a pony, dizzy beyond discription and the noises in my both ears that made me fell nearer to insane.
I really must keep this a post breif as I am sweating and am feeling quite awkward with my key board. Am sleepy and wish to return to bed.
There is an urgeny in my wanting to return to Dream World. I am exhausted and my body from the knuckles of my toes, to the base of my skull are in a state of discomfort...ache, sore, in pain...in Dream World I am permitted a get away for a spell.
...I'm tired.
I am once again enveloped by this disease meniere's and it's abundant absurdty. I have amazed myself that I really have indeed kept just this side of sanity.
Enough said, let me permit my pony rest as I shall myself along side of this Path of mine. This Red Road, my Life.
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