Tucked away somewhere in the folds of these brains, which are neatly tucked away in this splendid skull of mine are the words I wish to share this evening. I pardon myself now if I may jump in and out of topics...
...it's not to often I do, I don't think so. I enjoy writing as I let my mind go and let these ten thumbs tip-tap. Tip-tap-tip, ect., with the whatever comes up.
I do with these keys what I've done on paper all my life. There's this empowering and different touch to this being placed onto a computer and not on paper. You see? What is writen in my journals remain in my journals. Boxed up and for the most part in chronological order in my closet, in the garage, in the bed side table. Folk, will read these a way's after I have crossed I suspect. I enjoy in thinking amusingly.
What is writen - is what is writen.
Since Saturday I have been on an incredable roller coaster ride. I slept most of Saturday, until 1730, missing a Ray's game because of bad weather and bad meniere's. Sunday was a sweet family day at home - fought a good fight to stay awake. Today, Monday, 22 August 2011, was slept away for the most part, although my youngest wanted to shop at the mall and I accompanied her. Shit! Felt like I walked 5.5 country miles! Sweated like I did also. Mr. Can-you-walk-a-straight-line here, was bumping into walls, counters Dress Dummys, clothes racks, etc.
Hell, it's 2330 and at this moment and I still am sweating. I am nauseated with some vomit earlier. I am dizzy and have been so for the whole day. Have taken medications as directed.
The Worms are crucial today with much activity. Some with sudden pains every once and again, but mostly just moving about.
My left ear has been picking up steady beeps. Sudden, long, high pitched beeps. I wanted to ask Sam if she could hear one earlier today. That damned beep was that damned long! No I didn't ask. I wanted to.
My good-bad-right ear has had bad days since Saturday. Hearing quality has been very poor. Today, for example, while walking about the mall, on two occasions folks tried to speak with me and I didn't hear either until my daughter pointed them out...
...a different shade of red.
I dread this post vertigo attack stuff!
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, is the only person on the face of Earth Mother to touch my brain. I am an organ donor, and the University Of Miami will recieve what it is that takes up space between my ears. It wouldn't matter to me how many times it's touched once I cross over. I have requested certain tests be run as part of our agreement. Bless his heart, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, let me know very clearly and early on I have the thickest skull he has ever worked with.
No really, bless his heart because my hearing memories remembered two saws. Not one.
When I grow up dead and my brains go to The UM, they could use as many saws as they wish. Probably won't have any hearing memories neither.
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