Mario's Midnight Meniere's Madness

Tonight's Mario's Midnight Meniere's Madness, is keeping me from sleeping. I have placed my head on pillow and covered up comfy in my Tampa Bay Buccaneer blanket, have read a couple of speeches by Native American Indians. I took my night medications and still will not fall off to sleep. No, I have not had caffination, nor would any of my pills, tablets and pearls affect me in such a way. My body is exhausted and there are parts and pieces of my body that are beginning to complain. And no, there has been none delirium. Soon, the clock will silently strike 0100 on this early Saturday morning, 01 December 2012. Happy New Month! One week ago today I had a Meniere's attack and presently I push through what seems to be the flip of an attack. I mean, Is it?

Yes, the noises and sounds are abundant, obnoxiously loud and torment. The damned beeps, beep.

I have been nauseated at a level of 8 tonight. This is when the gag is kicking and I seem to feel the vomit stuck at the Adams apple. I vomited a bit in mouth earlier this evening while having my dinner. When this happens it tends to place a different light on what it was I was enjoying only moment earlier and meal comes to a close.

(These foiking BEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The dizziness is ugly and dangerous. So I take slow steps and walk with purpose. The balance and coordination are always influenced my the movement of the dizziness. So I ease up a bit.

I am witnessing the formation of a phobia with the "fear of falling" within this skull of mine. There's nothing much more to say about that. Um, no this is not something new, it just has never quite been so thought consuming. I have had this thought process since the falls began to occur years ago. I am the fortunate one for not breaking an arm or a neck and yes, I really am the blessed one when it comes to this topic. A topic that sits in one of my brains every day life. I wonder if I might develop some form of psychosis with the fear's that are beginning t manifest at an alarming self observation.

The spiders and worms rest. No cluster pains for the past two hours.

Earlier, I heard my 94 year old Grand Mother Mary call my name. Clearly, with the tone and voice only my Abuela has had all of my life. She does not live here. I consider this a true call from her. I pray all is well and hope I will see her soon. Other than my Grand Mother, the voices have been calm and at ease today.