Many Micro Mini Meniere's Attacks

Since the afternoon of last Thursday, 02 February 2012, I have had several of what I refer to as  many micro mini Meniere's attacks. I had one while sitting in Sir Dude's office as a matter of fact. There is no reasoning as to what it is I might be doing to initiate these taxing fashions. These many micro mini Menerie's attacks are ambushes without any symptom nor indication. In my heart of hearts, I much prefer a full fledged vertigo attack and the whole cornucopia of shit that comes with it too....

...because this is where I usually go. Not NO damned ambushes. Yes, I have had such Meniere's attacks in the past. Too damned many. Just not this many all sewn into the fibers of my structure time and time again. For day's...............................?

Friday, these were particularly troublesome and I ended up having to shut down. I had no choice. I was spent from twenty four hours of attack after attack that finally culminated in a fairly strong micro mini. Which resulted in close to twenty-four hours of consecutive sleep. To wake up late Saturday evening and feel as if I had been beaten good and proper. There is a safety factor in my sleeps as I only sleep in my bed. Not on a sofa or chair. I'm okay with that.

(I just heard someone softly whistle into my right good bad hard of hearing ear. I shouldn't, have looked. I know there's no one here but me. Well, and my multi's too...)

These many micro mini Meniere's attacks as I mentioned, are so sudden. As if lightening is striking. It's a position where I am faced with a sudden flash of dizziness. Or a spontaneous nausea. Twice productive - twice up and into my mouth. Moments of total silence. Oh, how some were enjoyed. The sweats that have required change of shirts too many times.

Sometimes solo, sometimes as a united vertigo attack...

...many micro mini Meniere's attacks are disrupting My Path.

At this moment, my Deaf left is listening to heavy equipment out back. Like a bulldozer. Um, no, I don't have a bulldozer in my back yard - I can hear the bastard though. No, I don't feel the ground vibrating. My right good bad ear has a distant roaring. Maybe a terrific thunder storm this way comes...

...I am am wearing a cap of perspiration. Am nauseated to my apple and dizzy enough to have to slow down the pace of my steps. Coordination sucks. I don't want to vomit, so I'm burping. Like a freaking Cow I'm burping.

Worms play delightfully so in between the flesh of my head and the structure of my skull. Yes, these have in fact traveled to the rear left side too.

My God, I need to see an eye doctor soon because reading is becoming irritating. I am aware that my vision has and is being affected by Meniere's, so maybe time for a new prescription.

My God and My Path beckons me... 

I've got to keep moving. Ciao.