Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
I am able to hear the birds out back returning to our feeders and bath. Both replenished this morning before the Sun got to high over the Eastern Sky. Heard the Peacock at five this morning, thought, damn dude, you're getting an early start. I guess it's really true with the old saying that The Early Bird catches the Worm. I know he did this morning. That or woke up his mate for some breakfast. Wink-wink.
Just hung up from Skyping with someone on the other side of Earth Mother. It was such a nice visit. This stuff is still just too Capt. Kirk for me. It even has this Science Fiction noise when we disconnect.
The noises in my Deaf Left, have eased up for a spell. A splendid gift.
My right ear, besides listening to the fan over head has been listening to a small propeller air plane parked in my back yard. Seems to rev itself up every once and again. There has been the sounds of giant insects morning and early afternoon long.
I am perspiring at this moment with a misting around my skull, forehead, and neck.
Dizziness is medium at this instant.
Nausea is too, with the aid of my burping to ease the knot in my throat. Non-productive nausea, but very irritating.
Have used the walls as an aid for walking about the house for a day or three. Balance and coordination is off by major percentages. The Human Bumper Car's up and in full force.
I have not yet returned to sleep. I am thinking that a return to joining Red Cloud and then perhaps, I'll get some rest and slumber. I am indeed quite exhausted but am in no mood to sleep at the moment.
Much has been on my mind besides my health and I'm afraid it is attempting to overwhelm me. No, I don't want to re-visit the difficult times of a year or two or more ago - but, damn it, it seems like I get pretty damned close every once in a bit. Depression lurks and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. I am on call twenty four hour a day and plan on continuing to battle and fight this Meniere's Disease. I'm too young and still have so much to give.
The site of last surgery - which is also the site of surgery come 04 June 2012 troubles me. It has finally stopped passing fluids, but sometimes the pains are torture-like and I seem to think that these are something I will eventually have to learn to live with. I hope not - time will tell.
For now, no more to say.
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