The Cervical Spine, My Scalp, And Meniere's

Kindred,

I see myself sitting here wearing different shoes from three or four days ago. I think they're an awesome pair of comfy moccasin's with fluffy stuff inside to help keep my socked *footage in a safe and comfortable state. Which aids in making 'me' feel safer and more comfortable. There is a daily occurrence that has kept me with shoe or flop-flips to protect these bear claws of mine. Oh, my poor dear wife has sustained multiple wounds which required stitches and once with staples. Poor, poor wife, Botswana! *Note: The writer intended the spelling as such.

And then...

...as I was about to share that every single day of my life I walk into, kick into, stumble into and fall into scenario's that if I had not been wearing protective gear on to my dear Doggy's, I would've had multiple broken toes, ankles, knees and necks.

It's a Meniere's Thang. You wouldn't understand.

And please, I just mentioned neck too! Claude-Have-Mercy! This cervical spine of mine is contributing to some massive uncomfortable times the past few days. I have this three legged wooden massage tool that I massage and pressure point on my neck and scalp. I swear I wish I could reach under my skin to manipulate the muscles, tendons, nerves and skeletal matter on this large Human Shell. These few days have had the neck wish I could have one of those old fashioned type traction contraptions that would provide me the opportunity to stretch my neck while sitting under the arch of a door way. Honey,  I would mess around and hang myself by accident in trying to find SOMETHING that will help me with my neck and above it.

Child please.

The "cluster pain's", as they are described at the clinic, are disgusting and random. No, I have conducted a study that has reflected stress is not a factor in these sudden pains from within. I pray for One, who will have the tools to help me find a way of life that would aid and assist me when I feel these miniature explosions between my scalp and skull. Just too many times a day! Everyday are bad days with these matters. Some days better than others, true. The past three or so have been inhumane. I know by having seen with my own two eyes that I look gimpish as hell when out of the blue-damned-clear, I am surprised attacked with what must be some sort of neurological spasm's. I don't know what the hell to call them anymore...

...I feel it a real live fucking torture, really. The only other person that I am aware of who feels the same urgency to assist is He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. My Right Good Doctor. I am the other. What the feck?

The spiders and worms have been plentiful. I suspect the spiders have multiplied, as these are plentiful. These events also have the surprise attacks that very usually catch me completely off guard. And I'll go to into the slapping the side of my head like a fecking monkey, going ape shit over a spider that has fallen from a tree and onto the left upper side of my scalp. Yes. Like that.

No Bella, I have not grown accustomed to these matters. These seem to worsen and compound.

I don't have anything more to say about this.