Have awoke from a good deep dream filled sleep and rest of a recovering body. Am feeling close to being back to what I consider normal for me and my day to day living. Please note I did say close, which is relative and normal, which in my case even I do not know...
...normal? Wait, I don't remember ever being a normal sort. Yes, I have exceeded standards when able, but "normal" and I seem to have this static cling relationship going on...
...yes, if I forget the Cling Free in my dry cycle, "BAM", shit sticks on to me like the stench of foul smelling infection sticks to these braidable nose hairs of mine. No, really. I could braid these strands right here.
I suspect I am a rational being and I do my absolute best to always be responsible. That word "always" sticks out a wee bit for me too, en'it? I think. Yet, I assure you I do do my best to "always be normal". HA!
As long as I carry with me this disease Meniere's, my day's will forever be non-normal...
...which brings me to a brief snip-it. The Meniere's followed me to hospital and has followed me home. Just like a loyal pet hound follows his/her keeper (in my case, both) about this land or lodge. I did not want to communicate about meniere's while in hospital because of the focus that was necessary to breath and fight this dreaded infection. Breathing was extremely difficult at times and required treatments, o2, and I.V. drip around the clock. I could have moaned and groaned about the symptoms I was experiancing and true, I kept the Nursing Staff abreast of what was going on between my two ears and Meniere's, but, I really felt this deep desire to breath...
...what war and combat it was for us to deal with the infection of lungs and body and have this piggy-backed with the going's on of Meniere's. There were many times when I laid awake in the wee hours and tried to figure out what are the lessons I am to gain and learn from this cocktail of disease's. I am still figuring that piece out. Although, I have infact learned that as a patient, one must truly speak up for oneself, for not this, one slips between the cracks of the care we all expect while in a hospital bed.
There are other things I would enjoy sharing, but for now I think my inner core is saying, "go sit on a comfy chair" and relax. These medications have me feeling like this and like that and like these all at the very same instance.
So, until the next time, peace, love and more peace.
Relations, it is a wonderful and beautiful thing being home. Soon, my lungs and inner organs will catch up with my not so often, but "always normal", me.
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