Meniere's Attack Related, 27 July

All Relations,

Greeting's. Please, if I may sit here with you, might we talk a spell?

It was late afternoon on 27 July 2012, that I was last struck by a Meniere's attack. It happened at 1748, not seventy-two hours yet, when I was taken by a surprise attack while in the shower. Completely out of the blue clear sky and of which completely overwhelmed me with the dizziness to faint by. I thought to cool the water but the water wouldn't cool fast enough, so I just turned stopped the shower and stood for a minute or two. I considered calling out for my daughter Nicole, but did not want to trouble her with this Meniere's shit and or my nakedness...

...there was something in my skull that flash backed to the last time I was in this tub suffering from a Meniere's Disease related issue. I knew if I did not remove myself to my bed I would surely faint, thus fall and perhaps causing injury. I was successful with this endeavor and laid their wet and watched the ceiling make funny faces at me as I tried to find a focus.

This one peculiar attack seemed different in some ways. Maybe it was because I was horrified at the potential of fainting or it was going through the process of fainting or maybe it was the "whole" shower thing. IDK. The hair all over my body seemed to have extra sensory, as I tinged and felt a stinging from this body of mine, like never before. Read, ALL my entire body knew, to the very Spirit within, to the N in DNA, was the necessity of getting to the bed. By the Grace of Great Spirit, I made it. He carried me.

I know.

The duration of attack was approximately twenty minutes. Which included the moisture of shower water turned to sweat and nausea so severe my throat went sore. Albeit unproductive, the nausea was plain dreadful. Spiders and Worms took to the occasion and scurried about the left and left top side of my skull...

...after an hour or so I was able to stand and begin to carry on to the best of my ability. I went to bed early that Friday night. And have slept through too much of life and these Olympics the past couple or three days. Too much fucking sleep! I have been about as useful as a sixth toe on my left foot. Or a third testicle. IDK...

...there has been so much progress in the past weeks. To have two Meniere's attacks in one week has me spent. I am exhausted, in pain from the soles of my feet to my skull and it's contents. I wish to sleep but I say to myself, no. The symptoms persist. I push.

Today, I hope to turn a couple of things about. Perhaps a realignment in me Core and Spirit's.

Think I'll go feed Uncle Chester and Aunt Helen, our Two-Turtles-From-Great Spirit. I see tiny little frogs in the cement pond. Aunt Helen, the leather back snapping turtle is going to have a feast!

Ciao Bella's...