This is my second consecutive night without sleep. I have not slept more than three to four hours since the night of the 27th, since I woke for my appointment Wednesday, for my appointment the sleep has been out of reach. Yesterday late morning and into the afternoon I was able to get those few hours of rest. I am holding on.
The sounds and noises have been huge contributing factors in my no sleep. I am uncertain if these noises are affecting my hearing, but there is a lower grade of listening quality. This evening while we watched the tube we had to turn it up loudly for me to hear. Last night we held the volume in the mid-range. Seemed as if my hearing was hyper-sensitive and had the illusion of listening from both ears. Which is an impossibility. Even with the BAHA plugged into the abutment the quality of hearing has been too much crazy making for me.
The noises this evening have been the sounds of a roaring ocean in my deaf ear to rapid beeps in Top Secret Code coming out of Moscow. These Mores Codes are states of urgency and they're communicating with some folks in Cairo. The KGB stationed in Cairo need to brush up on their codes. They're to easy to decipher. I have prayed, have communicated and held ceremony for my Kindred in Russia. My heart is bad because of what I read and what it is I see as petty chess playing. Why still Moscow do you hold out on the Liberation of Syria? Genocide is happening. My Fellow Earth Mates, we as a civilized peoples are permitting Assad to make Genocide.
Please, back to the sounds. Besides the massive amount of frequent beeps, I have listened to what sounded like a John Deere tractor in my back yard. One of those huge sums-a-bitches that harvests the corn crops. At this instant, an orchestra of crickets play a symphony for only me to hear. Because I know there are not any crickets out of doors. And yes, I went to check and listen because this is so loud. I was afraid of an infestation of epic proportions. So feckin' loud!
Pain has been a factor this evening. Between my scalp and skull, my neck and down into my left shoulder and arm. These dreadful pain strikes are so painful. Cluster Ambushes. I have used my fingers and knuckles so much that my hands are sore and swollen. I swear I wish I could squeeze my fingers up and into this space so I could massage the very nerves that haunt me. Tonight, I had the spiders crawling all about the space between the scalp and skull. No worms.
Meniere's and it's dizziness is like a cap tightly worn about this bobble head of mine. Present and definitely pressing on me having an accident should I fail to conduct strict and purposeful walking. The balance and coordination has been off to this side and I have remained in doors today to keep safe. There was no active or productive nausea today, which is such a break. Yes, nausea has been with me today, but it appears that I was provided a brief respite from the nagging and gagging.
This evening while sitting with my dearest wife viewing television, I noticed at an extremely uncomfortable rate that my vision has been and continues to push the limits of my patience. I am awaiting change of year to receive new glasses. I am very curious to find out how much my prescription's have changed. I know it has changed - I just don't have the statistics in hand as to how much it has. Great Spirit? Please.
My Ma went blind. My Great Grandfather Luis also went blind. Sounds like genetics's. True?
I have nothing more to say. Good night.
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