Kin,
I send out this communique to share a bit on how things have gone the past couple of days...
...broke a twenty four fast earlier today. Feel a goodness within my Spirit's.There were no medications over this span of this time. Yes, yes I know, but it was time for a fast. Perhaps even beyond the time to fast.
Meniere's has been unkind, with it's usual rubbish of vomit, dizziness and sounds. Pardon this very next expression please, because this is truly a never ending story. Today is simply a different chapter. A different date.
No, I haven't sat here for long. Signed in twenty or so minutes ago. After breaking fast and catching up with the Tampa Bay Times, which was shortly after my sweet heart left for work, I decided to do some gardening in the front of our lodge and gardened I did, under this wonderful Florida Sunshine. My innards inform me that it was in the high 80's in the Fahrenheit. I see but not yet smell the rain approaching from the East North East. I heard thunder a moment ago. We've hit a Summer time weather pattern here in Central Florida, so if there are things to do, one must do them in the early part of the day or the later part.I enjoy both. Always have enjoyed both.
The symptoms have been odd and I feel dumb founded. Something akin to a hang over minus the booze from the night before. My brains are feeling me today and I am feeling my brains at this very second. The top of my skull aches slightly and is sore to the touch. The cap of dizziness is unpleasant and requires much strict focus, it provides the sensation of having lost some vision or sight. I honestly wonder if this is a side affect. Then we talk next visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
Dizziness and the nausea is what aided my decision with the going to sleep yesterday afternoon. I have tasted acidic bile on my tongue and have had productivity pertaining to the vomit. So disgusting the vomiting and the not knowing when is a disgusting aspect of having nausea live within you.
My very special friends, "The Worm Family" have been active and the Spider scurys about my scalp. That's the space between my flesh and the bobble head. Shit? What can I do but humour myself. Oh yes, I have been stirred from sleep because of these sensations...
...just the same as every other freaking symptom that Meniere's perpetrates against my mind and body. Wrecks havoc, it does. I am here simply for the ride. For the bemusement I reckon.
The sounds in my ears have been from one point to another, the variety of usual sound bites. Whatever station the satellite disc on the left side of the head picks up. Today there has been much beep-beep-beeping going on in my ear which is OOS, Out Of Sound. Yes, it has been the Mores Code Kinfolk, with crazy communiques too, but it is such that I must battle and attempt to not listen much. Because I do listen to the sounds often. I mean, that sounds so silly, but I speak with rational. More than not the attempts are failure, but I must give it my best , you see.
It is absolutely necessary to give my damned absolute best every hour of every day. Or I succumb to the sleep and the darkness that I don't want back in my life or on My Path. I just don't know sometimes, because I can smell the Darkness. It's always there.
Enough! Perhaps I return to the garden.
Until then...
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