The lack of coordination and imbalances has taught me very strictly and I have learned in bruising fashion that I don't want to hit the ground...
...my knees are beginning to look peculiarly bulgy and the pains there remind me of every fall I have taken. Whether it be out by the pool - where I fought a noble cause to keep from falling in. Yes odd, but I didn't think about the water being an easier and much softer landing than the concrete that surrounds my cement pond, the pool.
Eww, wait, there is a loud blast of a long beep in my right ear. Now that I mention that, my Deaf left ear is loud too...
...listening to the sounds of a roaring water fall somewhere far and away from here. Away for a spell. Folks don't know unless they know. Speaking of which, alot of Folks just don't know. Even them who enjoy sharing with me that they too have Meniere's Disease. Well, guess what? I am not happy you are affected and effected by this foiken disease...
...and I am happy you are able to drive your fancy cars - go walking about. Enjoy your jobs and work , and all the whatsoever it is you do or don't do. I can only wish I could take a run on the Path that runs North from here! I'm a grown-ass man talking about wishing! What!? Wish it was not necessary to walk with the four-legged cane or the walker. Please?
I don't want to hit the ground. There is no kinship between gravity and I.
I wonder about the Kinship's between Kinfolks and me. Yes, I know, excuse me for drifting off and the projecting. But, Bull Shit. In some kind of weird sort of way I'm glad I did drift off a piece. Who knows? Maybe that was a moment of Emotional Diarrhea? Shit.
The falls in hospital are no less frightful than those made here at home. There are times when the balance is quite off and the coordination is poor that it seems as if falling has become a part of my life that I can't do a damned thing about...
...when I fall, I fall and hit the Earth hard and with great impact. I mean, I have slimmed up, but I'm still a large sort. Being large don't mean Jack, because there's height and weight to consider...
...Mom, always would say to me you may be bigger than me, but the bigger you are, the bigger you fall. Ha! Mom was so correct.
I don't want to hit the ground. I miss you Mom!
This early afternoon, I find myself at low dizzy - low nausea. I have had the sweats and perspiration's off and on since I woke from sleep. The noise in my left ear are now a forest of cicadas in a mad mass mating season. It sounds as if I am surrounded by these very loud beautiful insects. There's crickets too.
I am Blessed to have a while where I am feeling a bit more human and a bit less than a Meniere's Puppet. These times and my good days are not so common. So, you know that I know you know, I know, that I wish to enjoy these moments...
...step out side and breath and listen with my one good bad ear...
...while the left is now sending out an SOS on Morris Code! I am aware of some KGB agents. I hear the high anxiety in the manner of sending this message. These three, deep in the Siberian forest are unaware the Cold War ended decades ago. It's Winter time there in Siberia.
I think I will lay down a few. Maybe sleep - maybe not. I just need to lay down.
I just really don't want to hit the ground!
Really.
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