Kin and all Relations,
There's this continuous noise that has been going on in my Left Deaf Ear. It has been a combination of the Morse Code messages, the sound a locomotive makes when traveling at a high rate of speed and the sounds of Cicadas by the dozen...
...off and on all this damned day long.
My right ear has returned to it's struggling phase with poor performances since the surgery. I don't know what to say really. It gets maddening in here with this elevator hearing. Sometimes so loud that the sounds are insulting or so poor that I play the role. Only on occasions will I ask for a repeat. The Bride and daughter do provide some aid - at times. Other times I've worn their last nerve and they want to scold me for "not listening". ? Other Kinfolk have done same.
I have been at some awful lot of sweating and perspiring since morning and have had an early clean me up. I love the way my French Canadian neighbours call soap, douche. I've douched today. HA!
Anyways. yes, it was necessary. Even now, freshly douched, I am sweating and have a building desire for another bathe. There isn't any control on the sweating piece with this Meniere's Disease. I fan myself, change t-shirts and shirts. Sometimes this Man, just doesn't want to sweat. I mean, damn! What a pain in the ass symptom! I don't want to smell too Manly sometimes.
I had not felt the worms the past few days and was so hoping they were released when I had that massive bleed last week. No, these worms remain. Either that or these are the next generation of the summabitches. I thought for sure that these would have been expelled...
...oh well, I guess that's what I get for thinking. Bastards have shown all out today. It has been like na-na-na-na-naaaa, "Heck no, we didn't move, Stone Skull!" What am I to do? IDK.
Nausea has been present throughout the morning and afternoon. I burp along like some wild boar here on the preserve. Or like Homer Simpson. Anything to ease the stress and discomfort of the nausea and flavor of vomit in my mouth.
My balance and coordination have been a challenge. Requiring slow concerted steps and extra focus on whatever it is I'm doing. (I feel the sweat trail from my under arms down to my waist and Bermuda shorts.
Yes, I do wear Bermuda shorts and enjoy wearing them very much. This Florida heat can get to a brother. Or a Sister. Or a Queen. I have different colors and coordinates. I do wear denim - I love 501's. The accent on my buttocks and birthing hips are far out and funky cool too. I enjoy wearing Khaki's because one can do anything with a nice dashing pair of khakis. Short sleeve's of blues and Earthly tones, whites with long and short sleeve, and then, there is the Nakedness. The act of being Naked - naked-ness? Yes, I am a nudist too.
Um, well, what can I say? It's written, so I'll have to leave it as it is. I am a Nudist. Heeeeeeey!
I have fought the sleep successfully today. When I make a reason to get up and move - to do something, I move. Having this connection at this moment is more important than me getting back to sleep. Today makes it Day 2. Nice...
...sleep in the night has been uneasy. I seem to be going through a fear phase where the sounds of the night have me alert, anxious and awake until mid-night or so. No, and it's painfully obvious I do not have issues sleeping. If anything I have slept too much and have I spent way to much time in Dream World. Dream World is vivid and quite detailed. Folks I have met, Folks I have loved, Lands not yet destroyed by the White Man, and so many Folks I have not seen in decades. We work together and we play together in Dream World. It's truly amazing stuff - but sometimes too much is simply too much. Can you feel it?
This Meniere's Disease has just really made itself at home within my Earth Form and I am tortured daily by the sounds and noises, by the dizziness - which today has been between five and a seven on the Dizzy Scale, 1-10. Based on my nerves, we're getting to the last one soon. The crazy sweats. The yearn for sleep. The aching body. No, no one has beat my ass lately.
Excuse me, I meant to share that I heard on two different occasions last night - OUT LOUD EXPLOSIONS and my sleeping Bride made not a budge and neither did our hounds howl or run amok. Shit! The first time I heard this explosion I just about screamed. I would have sounded like Lurch hollering!...........
.............a lurching screaming mess.
For now, enough has been said and I am very uncomfortable with the dizziness and stress it creates while I try to tip-tap.
No mas.
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