It's odd how I've learned to sleep ceaselessly. Since late Saturday past, I have slept well over ninety hours. On Sunday 12 June 2011, I slept through the entire day and night into Monday...oh, so I now see it was more than twenty four. Sleeping without cease? Sounds so heavy, ya know? Even still, how odd it is to know how my body and mind know when to shut down. There isn't any debate when it comes to this either! The Meniere's Disease, the vertigo attacks and every last fucked up symptom, dictate what it is "I" do. So I try. And try to let go and let God. Sometimes this works out - other times Great Spirit decides to teach me through my Life with Meniere's. Too be in this place to teach or even in some way help other's through my experiances. I don't know. From my heart, it is necessary for me to acknowledge this, I don't always let go.
Was able to spend some time in one of My Safe Places over at Sir. Dude's, this morning. The session felt incomplete to me. I don't know if it was me being scatter brained or my felling as if I was there, yet part of me was elsewhere. This peculiarity had nothing to do with Sir Dude. For that matter, Sir Dude did his best to keep me engaged. Due to transportation issues, I arrived late. This may have played a roll in my state of mind at that moment. I don't know. Yet, in my gut, the transportion issue is unresolved. I also had to wait three quarter of an hour for my ride home. Just as a brief note: The source of transportation is Kinfolk. Yes. Yes!
Got stuck in the elevator at Sir Dude's office building. Session complete, I headed down the elevator to leave. It accepted me on the third floor and once I noticed how long it was taking to get to the first floor I started to spazz, as I am claustrophobic and needed my emergency inhaler straight away. I buzzed the alarm several times and continued to press open doors. My inhaler had run out of medication, by the way. After a couple/three minutes the doors opened and I was "below" the floor line where the lift should have left me. Hell, yes, I got out of there as quickly as possibly could and cursed the first two tenants that crossed my path. No shit! When I got out of the elevator not a man or woman was checking on the blaring of the alarm...
...let me tell you all this, I blared that sumbitch too! Loud Honey!
My Honorable Daughter Number Two and my Honorable Bride #1, failed to leave spare key with me this morning. I locked the storm door true, but damn it if I did not have to leave the lodge unsecured. Forunately, God and I were the only one's to know this. Thank You God, for protecting our home.
Would love to share more, but I hear the yard crew outside. I want to make sure they do right by me.
p.s. I'll be back with an update on K-Lo and yet another memeber of my "Better Health Team", my Occupational Therapist.
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