Had a pleasant visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. His staff make me feel like family. From the two beautiful Red Lady's up front to Doctor's Assistant, 'Vonn, who just within the past few months gave birth to a beautiful and so happy boy. "Vonn, herself is looking mighty haute and always so kind. These are some wonderful Folks here. I know this and they know they have themselves a special patient in me. I love them to deaf and I have told doctor so too. What a blessing to have such awesome staff. The Audiologist are all sweet as cotton candy and always treat me as if I am their Uncle. So kind. So loving in genuine manners.
I have not been well with the symptoms of Meniere's and have learned that there is a diagnosis for the periods of non-sleep caused by Meniere's. I forget it off the top of my skull, but when I get it I'll put it on here. Another Diagnosis, yes. I reckon I could've figured...
...the drainage coming from the implant site is common' and the wound that was the wound from hell, has never healed 100%. Good golly, I saw it on the doctor's camera. The area has healed incorrectly yet one more time. (I've known this all along - so it's no surprise for me). I'm just really pleased that doctor was able to see what it is I have spoken of. Same page-ism.
The sounds and noises in my ears are crazy and crazy loud this afternoon. One ear making this and the deaf ear creating it's own pain-in-the-ass sound. Today, there has been a mixture, but through-out the day there has been long and loud beeps. Like this, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep and longer and much louder than I might describe for you all reading these words. If only.
I have been nauseated off and on major percentage of my day. The sweats same. The dizziness rides around my head like those cartoon characters when they get bonked in the head. One time or two or three where the dizzy got bad - goofy bad. Dangerously bad, so I call time out. Today, the bed has beckoned me several times. Each time I avoided the call of the cool pillows and my blankie. Don't ask, don't tell...
...am still fighting to get into the mood of Christmas. What am I to do? I ask myself. What can I do within my power that can change this down ward trend I have found myself slipping so comfortably into...
...it goes like this with depression. I know. It goes like this with life, I know that too.
These unnaturally loud noises from within are getting so bad that I must stop. Maybe later.
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