0503 In The Morning

It is 0503 at this moment...

...here I sit tip-tapping on these keys to share this battle versus Meniee's in writing. So that people might read how this dreadful shit is. This is the first time that I have had this long an issue with the non-sleep. I am medicated and took my medicine an hour or so ago. Here I sit. I would much rather be here than watching television any time. Especially this sorry American television. So controlled - so censored. That, and the broadcasting company's have placed a two or three minute delay for the just in case somebody said shit or some shit like that off the cuff.

Well, let me fore-warn you then that I do not plan on editing shit from what I have to say as long as I am here tonight. I have visited Face Book, You Tube, tweaked my new twitter account and read some news and here I sit. In the same situation I was in earlier...

...exhausted with a body that aches and jumps when I lay down with attempts to slumber.

Noises and sounds remain the same with my left deaf ear continuing to beep. And fucking beep. I hear fields of locust, cicadas and crickets competing to see who might be the loudest. There have been a couple of times when it seemed that these sounds were coming from both ears simultaneously. Such crazy making. And then more crazy making. So here I sit.

When I look at the December calender, I see all of this started on the morning of 28 November. Today is the first day of December. In my eye's and in my brains I see what has extended over three nights and working on day four with approximately seven hours of sleep over this period of time. It was just last weekend that I was sleeping hours by the dozens because of the Meniere's attack. And Lord, I am so exhausted. I simply wish to get back into a routine of healthy sleeping. In the night with my wife by my side. There's something about all of this that tells me this is not too  healthy at all. For now, I am and feel okay. Yes, I am tired. And with every damned thing I have mentioned earlier on this communique, there are issues for me and my family. The same communications made on other posts apply.

I simply write from my brains, heart and Spirit's, with truth and honesty, to provide the reader an idea of what Meniere's looks like from the inside out. None of this shit is fun. None of this is  funny. I am still amazed at how some find amusement with this invisible disease. I really am.

I hurt, I am hurt and shunned. Karma's for real. With the battles I fight and win I gain the will to continue this war versus the diseases that dwell within. Yes, I'm sure missing a whole bunch of folk and am truly amazed at how so many of my Kinfolk and Kindred disregard me. Sad shit.

En'it?

I have nothing else to say.