Six Days Gone By

In my minds eye, it does not seem possible that six days have passed since I last gave on the front page reports on how Meniere's and My Path have co-existed or co-inhabited this human and the skin I'm in, my Spirit's and God.

Since the Mother's Day Meniere's Attack, I have had some really strange and odd times. Seemingly, parallel to the life I am living in Dream World, except in Dream World I am working and am with a familiar bunch. Since that last vertigo attack, I have had two nights where I have had no sleep or rest. There was one episode where I was awake thirty two hours. Today's hours just tick,tick on by...

...I will hold off until 1700 or so before I will settle down for a rest.

Yes, I am stressed. Stressed About the All of My Life and Path.

Yes, I think some about the up coming surgery. Yet, another one...

...is this some ironic twist on punishment?

Yes, I have cried lately. For very little things. Songs, commercials, shit on the tube. Yes, I have continued my medications as directed by He Who Knows My Mind. Am simply one with a heavy heart. I have been blue, true. Sir Dude, my therapist called with a reschedule, so I did. For him.

I have had increase in sound and noise activity in both ears today. Very much the same sounds - just various degrees of volume and amount of insects dwelling between these ears of mine.

Ten notes, cards and a couple of letters are in our Post Box awaiting pick up and delivery. I have been journaling some the past few days as I lay there in my safe place and have always enjoyed the snail mail scene. Since a wee fart I have corresponded with folks near and far.

Yes, I miss driving a car. I no longer have a car. We traded in my P.T. for the brides new car. A Dodge. I like it. Yes, I like it alot.

Yes, I find myself in uncertain territory periodically. Folks, don't know to stay healthy and active for as long as your body will endure.

No, don't wait on taking care of those things that trouble you. It's not worth it. Believe that, Kindred, because I did so take for granted so and too many things in life - and on this body.

Six days has been a pretty damned long time for me. Please understand and do not give me bad marks on your judgements.

Don't know what it was, but something has taken ahold of my neck...

I know to continue to focus on losing weight. I have and am committed and continue to lose.

I have to let go and let God.

I forgot to let go.