While in bed early Friday the evening of 02 December 11, I nearly vomitted while reading. I coughed up and swallowed what had come up to the back of my mouth. It's not the first I had vomit come up into my mouth. No more was brought up and I did not throw up. So I closed my book and was quickly off to Dream World. As the world spun and turned and twirled about me...
...no hint - no warming. This was an out-right Meniere's attack at night.
Did not wake up until last night, Saturday, the 03 Dec., at approxitmately 1930. I was up for just about two hours - enough time for a sandwich and soup, and spend a few minutes with Brenda. I then went back to bed, tried to read a page or two about Sitting Bull, Quanna Parker and Red Cloud, but was quickly back to sleep.
I woke this morning at 1145. Today is Sunday, the 04 December 2011. I think I would need a calculator to figue out how many hours this sleep has been, but maybe I'll caluculate some other time, as it doesn't mean much to me right now. What does matter is that I am totally exhausted, am with extreme nausea and am in pain and ache from my neck to the soles of my feet.
The worms are acting up something dreadfull.
I am dizzy, nauseated and have not stopped sweating and perspiring since I got up from bed. My balance and coordination is unsatisfactory. At risk.
The Left Deaf ear is listening to the sound of an approching locomotive. No horns, just the sound of a train on it's tracks in fast motion.
My right ear is having a poor hearing day. It also has twenty acres of locusts and crikets seemingly at dusk, making all kinds of loud sounds of nature. The plooping and ploping has been frequent.
I have a stutter in my speach. Nothing new, just something I have not brought up in my letters to my Relations.
I must go...
...my brains inform me that I'll be back to slumber directly. Peace.
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