Am looking forward to my visit with Dr. N. this morning. Thinking a nice brain/mental/emotional enema is just what I could use. It has been four weeks since I looked into Dr. N. eye's. His insights and point of views are usually on the money and I consider him a wise man. A trusted man.
Um, how in the hell does a fifty year old fellow wake up with a pimple on his face? I had only one confection last night. Really! One of those extra dark chocolate's with a wee bit of Jim Beam in the center...so damn good! Oh yes, and as a bonus surprise my sugar level rose eight points over night...
...speaking of sugar level - this present block of 2 weeks + 3 days has seen a superb decrease of blood chemistry. My average has dropped damned near ten points per 17 day period. Nice. Controling the in-take works if one works it. Hell, I'm here to say I used to chomp on some candy dear friends. Not just eat candy, I would chomp on some cake, candy and pie. Ice cream too! What a difference a change in life style makes. I have statistics to share with my dearest Dr. Who Knows My Insides. This provides me something I can control...I can remember when that controlling piece got me in plenty of scandal and drama...whew, don't I remember.
As I sit here drinking a cup of tea, I contemplate what will my day be like and have decided to let go and let God take care of today. I do have plans other than seeing Dr. N., but other than this, God has me covered.
Nausea this morning is high. The dizziness is bringing up the rear and I feel as if I'll puke/spew my tea at any moment. It's just too early to be perspring this much already. The only task having been to dress the bed.
Have not tested the balance piece much yet. Plan to in a spell. The spinning in my head has the sensation of going 'round and around, as in a slow motion Merry-Go-Round. Sickening dung...
...my right-good-bad ear is loud with a roaring Vietnam era helicopter ready for take off. Sounds as if it's parked in the front yard. The Left Deaf ear is picking up a pinging noise. Not ringing, not beeping but pinnnnnnnnging. Pinnnnnnnng. Pinnnnng. Etc. and on and on. I still have not been able to figure this out. Hearing shit in a deaf ear does not compute. I can hear and listen to Sir Dude and He Who Touched My Brain tell me in my one ear hole to the brain that this is normal all they want to. I think I'm going mad. No, have gone mad. To the best of my recollection this was not covered or communicated prior to the saw being applied to my skull...not that it would have stopped our direction any way, but a little hint. Hey! Maybe an ice pick would help!
Note: When taking a prescribed diuretic the increase in the passing of fluids are multiplied by two. Oh yes, really Honey. Got the ole boy working it...sometimes from all three points of entry and or departure.
I am the Albatross.
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