Greetings Relations,
I find myself here nostalgic for times and years ago before life-interrupted occurred with this Meniere's that I get tired of capitalizing. I think I give the disease more power by capitalizing the 'M'. I may consider the ceasing of same. Get some of my way cool super Dude power back. I am knowing positively that I want some of that cool Super Brother back. I miss them. Meniere's has been my kryptonite. Damn! I know that's right!
I think, my Kindred, that the gimp in me interferes with Folks relating to and with me. I already know that most of my guest here are aware of this. God, knows I have spent a little bit of time on this subject. Besides, I know they know. That's all that matters to me.
I am also finding myself awake and wide eyed tonight because of these beeps and beeping that have been consistently sending out some sort of message. Clearly an SOS, because these beeps are like this; beep-beep-beep, beepity-beep-beepity-beep-beep and so on. Have had this going on most all of the day. Have medicated self for this symptom and hope will feel the influence of which soon. These damned beeps are crazy making and it is necessary that I do my best to stay calm and move along...
...those beeps by the way, are from the right-good-bad ear. My left Deaf ear has been active with the sounds of Mother Earth. I am picking up and seem to sense an exceptionally low tone that resonates throughout my body. From the soles of my feet up to my skull - where not only am I listening to the hums, soft droning and an occasional far off and away sorrowful tune...
...as if Mother Earth is weeping aloud.
There have been numerous times when I've asked whoever was with me at the time, if they had just heard or experienced whatever it was that I could describe only as far as my words permit without sounding absolutely mad. Unfortunately for me, this has become the case with some Kinfolk and with Kindred alike. Apparently, I am the only one who can hear Earth Mother crying. That is sad.
Brenda got me out of exile for a brief couple of hours today. We needed to have our Dodge Automotive-Day-At-The-Spa. Free twenty seven point service inspection, a free oil change and BANG!, we were out. We traded in my P.T. Cruiser for the Dodge, back in February of this year. I miss the Ole Peaceful Traveler, but I had to turn him loose. Brenda is the only driver now so I wanted to ensure she had some power under her butt.
Whoa, just had a good gag there. I would love to throw up, to rid myself of this symptom, even though, that's not always the case with this meniere's and it's symptom of nausea and hurling chunks. I did in fact eat an early meal this evening, but wait, now that I remember I have thrown up bile many times. Look, if you don't mind I wish to move on...
...I fell earlier today. Am unhurt, but Folks, that's some of the scariest shit one can do. Just be minding my business, doing this or doing that and spontaneously fall. These are the most horrific of all the falls. When I fumble, tumble and jumble about with my six legs and fall, well, let's just say that I've been known to let out a little bit of a holler. It's as if I know I am falling and try hard not to - but end up on my ass anyway. Ma'am, that's some scary shit when I am walking or go to get up from sitting and I fall forward. Or when I lose my balance in the shower. I have learned to dislike escalator's very much. Phobic? Maybe soon, Hun.
Relations, please, I have nothing more to say at this moment. So, for now adieu!
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