Yesterday, the 24th of June 2011, K-Lo and I had one heck of an interesting session. He shared exercise's for strengthening of these neck muscles of mine. We have done and will continue to do exercises to keep my body stronger than it has been, which is to assist me with the battle of the balance. I sure do hope to evict this damned pain real good and prompt like. A numb spot has developed left of where my head and neck meet. No, I did not call my doctor yesterday. She Who Intimidates Me, intimidates me.
Alrighty then, let me get back to K-Lo, we stirred my equilibrium also known as the "Pot" really good and plenty yesterday, so much so, I was forced to retire for a spell shortly after he left. Slept well into the early evening, woke up for two or three hours and then was back to sleep. It's really weird livivg like this...doing therapy for something good, yet am placed in a spot where I must go against the grain on something else. In this case the meniere's disease. Brenda worries, while my therpist K-Lo and I bust a move on this neck thing...speaking of which, there is pain as I communicate these words and frustration as well because, She Who Intimidates Me, has put me through P.T. three times with this round included. Looks like I'll be blue and grey and have these fucking worms eating my brain and body before I feel any right good results...
...I wonder how much money, She Who Intimidates Me, has run up on the insurance company and I. I am confidant in saying ten's of thousands of dollars! All of which I consider an utter waste of time and money, because here I sit years later and we're still dealing with this same old dung. Many times I have considered going else where and why I have not is something I simply can not explain. I am a loyal person, I know, but maybe this relationship between patient - doctor has run it's course...has gone too far. I don't know. I really just don't know.
Shit!
Meniere's is messing with my emotions today...something really bad. Dizzy at a level of six, nausea at a level of eight and I want to hurl chunks something awful. I sit here perspiring. My Left-Deaf-Ear is Deaf at this moment and my Right-Good-Bad-Ear and I are listening to the enchanted sounds of Tarzan's jungle, which is backing up Ray Parker Jr. and Raydio's "Get Down". My dear worms are busy this afternoon...making babies or constructing a new dwelling. I don't know. Both ears are plopping and I really do want to go to bed. I think I'll make a go of it today though, and just wait for an early time to retire to bed.
I am continuing to lose both inches and weight. Mostly inches, which is like so bonus! Soon I'll be wearing a size smaller than where I am now. No, I will not share. It has gotten to the point where I must wear a belt with all of my slacks, capri's and shorts. The weeble-wooble of my head has no plans on leaving anytime soon, I tell you. If anything it may get worse...seems as if the more I lose and the better I'm looking in the mirror the more wooble headed I become. Think I'll be going up a size in my nipple ring and am thinking same for my ear. I continue to lift the kettle weight bar and am noticing a nice change in my arms...starting to see the sky blue colours of my veins. Oh, I love it!
To all Relations, walk in beauty.
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