Menerie's Attack In The Pre-Dawn

Greeting's to all Kindred,

Am communicating and report, I had a vertigo attack yesterday morning, Sunday, the 22 January 2011 between 0500 and 0515. Was awakened by meniere's attack like none before, as I have had but a few. This one scares me because I know now that this Meniere's Disease rubbish will only worsen. This one here has made that statement absolute...

...I was stirred from sleep by this one with extreme nausea and dizziness and  was sweating profusely. I did not wake my dear bride, as I had in the past. This one let me know this was going to be me and the whole package to-boot...

...the nausea was so terrifically disgusting that I had the bile and the bile flavor from an empty stomach that stuck to my mouth, tongue and taste buds for hours. I had nothing in my stomach because I began a fast Saturday afternoon. The nausea's vomit was my bile! I would prefer a good damned vomit or few than this process of having bile come up my throat and into my mouth. To linger.

The dizziness was so severe I did not get up. I really don't want to get to involved with it. It was bad and kept me for an hour. Well into and about my self-induced sleep..huh, exhaustively induced slumber. Then off to Dream World and the company and Relations I have there...

...I lay there in my safe place and found the spot on the ceiling where I try to focus. I Kept my right leg off the side of my bed thinking that this will help me ride this damned attack out.

I try and am open to anything, you see.

Old Kindred One, I miss you. And your medicine.

The sounds were a part of this attack but did not serve as a preliminary symptom. This attack had no symptoms, it just woke me to keep it company.

So I just laid in bed holding on tightly.

I experienced this one in vulgar displeasure. The sweating. The nausea and bile, while riding the Tea Cup ride at Walt Disney World none stop for an hour plus or take a minute or two that or this way, listening to prehistoric crickets that roared - not chirp-chirp or kritty-kritty crickets play. No, these were load as an air plane propeller.

Here I am this afternoon awake because I had an appointment with my Neurologist,, She-Who-Does-Not-Intimidate-Anymore. My In-Law's picked me up and transported me to doctor. And I wanted to "holla" with my Kindred for a few.

I am not in a very good place, so please, pardon me as I say I must get back to bed. The nausea remains - the flavor of bile gone. The dizziness is tipsy and creates this desire to rest. The sounds are active and alter between one ear and the other. Beeps, roars of jet planes in my back yard, my guests the crickets and softly singing and playing is Joni Mitchell, My Special Place. There's something about Joni...

...as she sings into my right-ear-hole-to-the-brain, I can sometimes feel her lips glance my ear...

Off to sleep.

p.s.

The worms-in-my-head are busy this afternoon and pass on their respects.