The sleep in life has been overpowering since Saturday. There was a quick and very brief moment when I thought I was having a meniere's attack, that afternoon but it retreated so quickly. As fast as it came it went away. I was at my kitchen counter sipping water with a pill at the moment and braced myself there. I decided not to say anything, it was that quick. I suspected I had some sort of quickie attack in my ear hole. Or a Sonic Surprise Attack! I did. So I have just dealt with it.
I made an attempt to begin this entry yesterday. The need to sleep was just to damned much. So, I begin anew...
...well, I here am on this Tuesday afternoon tapping and tipping at this key board and have slept most of my day's and night's since the Micro-Attack. Have slept approximately seventy some hours since. I did not want to call He-Who-Touched-My-Brain on this occassion. I'm afraid I am a bother-some patient and I really just didn't want to trouble him or his Sweet Assistant, Miss. Diva. They're so busy. There's so many patients that love these folks as much as me. Even though I don't think any love He-Who-Touched-My-Brain or Miss. Diva, more than I.
Today, I am still nauseated, vomitted just a bit ago. I am sweating and am dizzy too. To sum up the symptoms I have had since then is the same as above...Nausea is high. Sweating. Am in an unfun and ugly dizzy spell.
My right-good-bad-ear is having trouble with the hearing. Trouble? Sometimes I can see my Grandpa Roy, cup his hand over his right ear so he could hear a bit better. I hope it was for the better. I have caught myself seeing some of his manners and going-on's in me. Little did I know he taught me more than fishing, he taught me to cup my right ear to hear a bit better. Thanks Grandpa Roy! I continue to have longer periods of silence. The plop plop continues.
In my Left Deaf ear, I am aware of what sounds like "giant" crickets having a competion on who can be the damned loudest. There are too many to count and oh, all are so damned very loud.
The emotions on my other hand are very low...way many tears have been shed lately. My mind is stuck on a lowly three at this moment. Very low...so sad and blue. Maybe not much more for me to say today. Maybe this is the way I woke this morning? I don't remember. What I do know is that my eldest daughter is off to the Middle East on the day after tomorrow and am aware of plenty tears drawn from this concept.
I am exhausted. My fingers ache and it appears my entire body is in pain. I just want to go back to Dream World. I will wait for Brenda to come home. My Dream World has been scarey lately. Even while asleep in the bright day sun light, I visit the Dream World that's not a nice place. Dream World is one of my Safe Places. A Sanctuary. I'll see what I have to do to evict the thought's, memorie's, and rubbish that has cluttered up the my mind and Spirit's.
I'm just a simple man on a simple Path...
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