For the first time in many months, give or take a week or few, I went to speak with my daughter She-Who-Lives-Far-And-Away, and put the telephone to the wrong ear: I put it to my left Deaf ear and was asking for her a couple of times - Nicole?, Nikki?. before I realized I put the hearing piece on the wrong ear...
...at first I was embarrassed and frustrated with myself - calling myself a name or two. I'm over it almost. What a relief it was to hear her voice! Relations, it's a dreadful thing when one can't here the tone of his daughter's voice when I know she's on the other side. What a relief it was indeed.
I suppose this should segue into talk of meniere's disease since it has been a couple of days and I meant not to speak or pass such medicine on. Sometimes "I" get tired of these damned symptoms too. Whwat? I acknowledge that maybe provide a bit too much information...
...sometimes.
With the respect and dignity to all who read my word's, I do want all to know I share the truth and speak of only what is real and true. I would not, in any way, intentionally offend one on purpose or with intention. If there are times when I share things that are deep and personel - it is because I want you as my guest to "know with a steadfastness", I would not lie or waste your time bullshitting around. On this matter, My Path provides me with a big wonderful conscience. I say no more.
I have had an active gag and productive nausea the past two days and am feeling the discomfort in my throat at this time. I don't think that we are intended to ever like what our vomit taste like. It's just there are times when even just speaking, some will get passed my upper throat. I have had to learn to control this as much as possibly can. Hell, there will always be times when it just happens. But, damn it?
I have a bit of a misting and light perspiration on my skin. I am here at my desk lounging while I have a conversation with my relations. We have the air conditioning running at a pleasent 78 dergree(F), and have the ceiling fan spreading soft drafts of cooled air. Here in Central Florida, we're still considered semi-tropical so we'll have hot and warm tempertures for the next few weeks. Maybe come late October or early November, we should be able to open our windows and doors. We will have ceremony and bless this House of Seven Windows with some White Sage. I am eager for the change to come. I feel a bit of a vague change, like no more 90's or 80's in the night, so that's quite nice.
The dizziness has been exceptionally bad today. So I use the caution I preach to other's. Am very aware of my other four legs and use the tool properly. Promise.
Getting back to the Deaf left ear, I have been picking up loud loug beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep's. I mean, like long beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeps. Then I wait and nothing happens so I go about my business. I was thinking it was radio freqeuncy that might be reminates of that falling satellite. Damn, that would look to cool on the front page...
..."Dude, is killed by falling NASA debris. Was at his desk tip-tapping his blogg." Poor fellow was only 51 years along. Shiiiiiiiiiiit! That would be like the random, 1 in ??????. Talk about going out like a Warrior?!
My right good bad ear is listening to a symphoney of crikets and cicadas in symphony very loudly right now....
...I remember back when I was in a different place, I would often meditate to the sounds of Wolves, Loon, Whales, the sounds of Earth Mother.
Something just clicked in my brains under this thick, hard skull where the Worms dwell. Oh Boy! No I can't believe I typed that there and am going to leave it there. Sounds nice and refreshing.
Please, hold on a moment, I need to refresh my green tea...
...alright then, I was contemplating earlier this afternoon while out on an errands run with my bride, about something that bothers me some in my Core. I have not opened up to her or anyone for that matter, that I am in pain daily from my neck. But what am I to do? There's enough on her plate and there's just a wee bit too much on mine. No. I don't want to boo-hoo,
but damn it, for real?
I stress for my bride. I stress for my daughter, She-Who-Is-Far-And-Away.
I stress for my youngest. Daily and nightly. One of the last prayers of my connect time with My Creator.
Oh yes, almost forgot, I have had several moments of total silence. This is not a new symptom. Just happens. Yacky-??????????????????????-yack??????????????????????????? It's not normal.
Neither is a face first straight into glass shower doors...I know this to ba a Miracle. No other way to describe. Just that. A micro-second of a second this way or that, and I would have eatten glass for dinner. No, I haven't told it. Y que?
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