Since this past vertigo attack I have slept and had closed down longer than ever before. In this past 48 hours alone, I have slept forty. Since last week when I had this meniere's attack, I have slept approximately 90 hours...
...yes, I was taken ahold of by the Sleep and there have been a few times when tears have been shed, as I know more are to be shed. There are more hours of sleep that have me wrapped in it's comforting embrace and beckons me off to Sleep World.
Oh, and please, don't concern yourself over the tears I have shed. Yes, there has been some depression, but shit, who wouldn't be a bit sad if One has just slept away better than a majority of One's Life Force...
Please, I know my tears have been shed because of lack of time with my family and coming to the realization my Eldest One, may not be home when her contract expires over there far, far and away. I mean, really, she's a grown ass WOman and there just isn't much a Daddy can say or do right now. But, pray. A Father's Lament...
...the point is, is I am not depressed because of the Sleep. I know when these things happen, I have to follow what my body and mind say do. I'm out of the equation all together for sure. So I sleep. I hope to be out soon because I've got John Wayne rev'ed up and ready to go.
John Wayne and I, have gained some weight over the fall and early winter. It's time to change that direction...
...as soon as I get out of the grasp of sleep.
The nausea, sweating, dizziness and sounds have followed me through-out these past few days. Following quite faithfully like too. Have had productive nausea, both complete out of mouth and the vomit in the mouth thing. Yes, it's freaking disgusting. It's just not natural. But what can I do? The sounds have varied while awake, from one extreme to another.
Yes, both the Left Deaf Ear and the Right Hard of Hearing Ear.
Actually, it was because of the sounds between my ears I woke up late this evening. I am glad as all to be up a bit, but, I really must return to Dream World.
Oh yes, during this attack on Tuesday early eveving, as I laid in my bed, I saw the ceiling in my bedroom spin in three-D. No poop! One of the most bizarre things I have ever experianced...
...as I focused on my spot on the pop corn ceiling and the brown blades of the ceiling fan, it all became detached and looked very much like 3-D affects.
Happy New Year To All Relations.
2012 is going to be awesome!
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