Good Afternoon Kindred,
I do wish to share that I did in fact retire for the evening as soon as dusk made it's presence known. I don't know clearly if my bed was so inviting because I had planned to rest at dusk or was it because of the exhaustion of the lack of sleep. Or was it the heat of the Sun that warmed my skin while in my gardens? Was it from the daily punishments of the Meniere's? Daily Visits.
This morning has brought with it a bit of melancholy. Just a lite blue and reflection too...
...woke up and layed in bed as I waited for my right ear to catch up with the remainder of my body in the waking process. Laying there talking within and to myself, contemplating what will life be like when it will be mine to live with a permanent state of quietness and silence. Considering, how will it be to communicate with grandchildren? How will it be to not listen to the voices of my Kin? My Wife? Too not have George Michael sing to me and me alone, again. What is it I will do to get by with no ears - even though these three are clearly attached to my head.
Listening to life and all it's musical notes are all I've ever known.
I have at times forgotten that I am Deaf on that left side. Odd yes, but it happens. It is weird to place the telephone receiver there and not hear a response to my 'peace'. This is the way I answer and bid adieu on the telephone. For my eye orbs it is still odd to look at my splendidly beautiful deaf left ear and say to myself, "Damn, dude, it sure is weird that I can't hear jack shit!". Out of sound is what the Cochlear Folks call it. Out Of Sound. OOS. I say it's deaf. Seen.
The feeling remains even after the glitter fades...
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