I have had nausea since I woke this morning. The medication is not effective - so I burp trying to beat the nausea sensation...as a form of fighting the nausea. Have been sweating and perspiring most of today and am in shirt number three...
...I wear bandanas around my neck and sometimes as a scarf/do-rag to help me keep from dripping all about and to collect the perspiration as I do. Which has been most of the day thus far. Practical yes, and a wee little bit fashion too. What? Time and time again I've said, "I should've been a Cowboy".
Had a quite pleasent gathering with my therapist Sir Dude, earlier today. Was able to have good exchanges and good talks. There's just something on the front of my mind that says something was forgotten. Sir Dude, provided me the opportunity to let loose on a couple of topics. Still, I am troubled.
Have had an up and down constant state of dizziness today. Sometimes just as slight and others that have me felling intoxicated. Weeble wobble and I do fall down.
The worms are alive and active this afternoon. A most troublesome sensation I think. Imagine it is you to feel as if there's worms living well on the left side of your head. It is something the mind does not grow accustomed to. Let me share that with you right now. A person does not get used to the sensation of foiken worms wiggling about the skull. I know this. You see?
My Deaf Left ear has roaring crickets at the moment. Earlier, while at Sir Dudes place I was picking up beep-beeping messages from a passing 1965 Soviet satellite. My Right Good Bad ear has had several moments of complete silence and had the sounds of a propeller air plane parked out back next to my bedroom window just an hour or so ago.
Sometimes I want to foiken scream...sometimes I do. Sometimes it helps and sometimes not. Sometimes there are times when I want to hurt myself, while most of the time these thoughts stay right where they are...
...in my mind, tucked away somewhere in one of the folds of my brain.
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