Vertigo Attack 25 June 2012

Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,

Am having post vertigo attacks symptoms from an attack that seemed to have occured in a slow and intentional manner. I give the date as 25 June, but it is possible that this entire process of a Meniere's attack occured sometime over the week end...

...I have slept roughly sixty-two hours since the week end. Am fighting the post attack symptoms the best possible ways I can. It is my purpose to remove myself from bed and communicate with others.

My right good-bad ear, is listening to WWII fighter planes flying over our lodge. I have not checked but I hear a helicopter landed in my back yard - which is madening because our back yard does not accomodate a helicopter of this size. One of those Vietnam Era type helicopters. The "whomp-whomp-whomp" is so loud and unerving. This ear has also experianced exceptionally loud "pops" or plops, sometimes so loud it startles.

The left Deaf Ear is listening to the roar of a water fall. On ocassion, I have picked up incirpted messages via the Moris Code. This ear is listening to urgent messages from various Secret Service agency's right now. There are times I think, when I understand what is being communicated. Don't ask - don't tell. Please.

The sounds of giant locusts and cicadas have been haunting both ears. So damned loud!

I am dizzy to a place where it is necessary to type very slowly and with purpose. I share this, it's my purpose to not return to Dream World. Dizzy in a life change way.

Nausea has been productive over the past three or four days. Have had the burp-up-for-a-second-taste type of thing. Have had to change shirts three times today. Here I sit in an air conditioned guest room and I perspire. I wear a circle atop my head.

Please, I must report on the wound! This operation has been the absolute best one of all on this right side of my skull. Very minor drainage, there is one stitch remaining, less painful, and I can see what this is going to look like post healing. I continue to medicate as directed and wear the silicone sheild nightly. With-out fail, I wear this hand made sheild for my wound. I think I'm going to be a very happy patient! I really must remember to kiss He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's hands. I am Blessed

As miserable as I have felt while awake today, I have kept a smile on my face. This is a disgusting disease and yes, I have had too many operations to count straight away, but I know I am Blessed.

Yes. I am Blessed.

Onward then...

...p.s. The spell check is acting up. Please do pardon me for the mis-spelled words.