Meniere's Disease And The American Dream

I don't know if this is supposed to be happening, but since I began using my telephone with the captured words printed on screen, it seems as if my hearing has gotten worse. I don't think this a coincidence. Not yet anyway.

True, I knew that this was supposed to be happening with my weight. If I feed my issues and the shit with in, I gain weight and have gained twelve or so pounds since holidays. Now is the time to be applying the brakes to stop this - but shit, I'm having a difficult time. Damn it, yes I am.

I believe I am heading in the correct direction with my decision's pertaining to my future and investing time and energy in it. There was much loss of financial matters with my decline in health and then the Great Recession. We are essentially having to rebuild what was lost on less. Yes, that sounds maddening, but this is where I am and this is where I will proceed. My Body and its innards are here to follow. Full speed ahead I holler. Something that had ran aground earlier in the skull reminds me that my business is all of me. So yes, I will proceed with much gusto.

The sounds since I woke this afternoon have been non stop. The Rain Forest's in my right ear and the traveling and beep-beep-beeping of a satellite orbiting between my skull and my scalp. There have been a few urgent beeps sent from this satellite - yes, a Mores Code of sorts. Very swift in its urgency. Frantic beep-beeps damn it! Faking Frantic is the word now that I think about it.

I have not been the best company lately and please don't think I'm crazy. It's just that I wonder if I have wanted quiet or silence and have desired to some degree some of one or another. It's way difficult explaining how one who is deaf in one ear wishes for quiet and silence. I know. That's the magic of being that anomaly I spoke of earlier. God programed me as a certain fellow and well, here I am. If I die tonight, fine. Tonight is a good night to die. Should I wake in the morning I know that Great Spirit is not finished with me here. When Great Spirit is ready - I will know and will sing my death song. Until then, I am young, a healthier specimen and only want more of life. More as in the American Dream more. Yes! And hell no, Meniere's will not keep me from it.