Well,
Folks I have been unable to sleep since night before last. This is probably the fifth time this has happened over the course of time since the operation in June.
I have just gotten off the telephone with He-Who's-From-The-South, at The Clinic. Doctor is in surgery all day. The right good young man will communicate with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, the symptoms displayed overnight. All of everything I have shared prior to this communique, as in "4 In The Morn". It describes what it has been like since Sun Set last night.
There is a stored up energy that I am unable to pin point to disengage. There has been no success with medication, meditation, or music therapy. The noises and sounds snipped this right in the bud. The harder I tried or the less I tried - nothing seemed to matter nor did anything work for me.
I suspect I will not hear from Doctor until sometime later on this afternoon. When He-Who-Touched-My-Brain has his Game Face on, it is all about the business in his hands. Surgery. Taking care of others as He has taken care of me. I am Blessed to count this wonderful doctor as my physician and confidant. He is also an excellent teacher. His staff phenomenal.
I have eaten break fast and the Florida Sun is warming up the community nice and hot like. I am thinking I may take a little walk about in a spell. Just to bust out of here for a brief time. Am thinking maybe a good walk will aid me in getting the sleep to emerge. If so, that would be so bonus! Maybe garden later on. I don't know.
These five events for lack of a better term are the complete opposite of what Meniere's Attacks usually do. And that is lay me down to sleep for a couple or three days. As in to close up shop. I am certain to prefer the Sleep from the Attacks rather than the Non-Sleep. Any day. Damn it.
There is a bit of telephone business to attend to first. Then perhaps that pleasant walk about. Seen.
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