30 Hours No Sleep, Sir Dude, and Levi 501 Button Fly Jeans

I have not slept since waking from sleep yesterday morning. No, I am not sleepy. Not yet.

My body aches, pains and the symptoms of Meniere's are running on irritate-the-shit-out of this dude mode. My left ear just captured a solitary 'beep'. Not too long a beep, maybe like this; 'beeeep'. Yes, more like that. I have had issues with hearing since last night - poor hearing from my right ear and the sounds and noises that have been truly difficult tasks to live with spewing from both the left deaf and the right ear with an attitude. I will sum up the "noises and sounds" as being extra peculiar and the durations of time on one particular sound or another have been longer. I have my head full and am trying to not let this be so damned distracting. Oh, it so is.

I have vomited in my mouth twice today. One time with nothing but bile from my gizzards and the second was a chemical mixture of the medications I took this morning. Other than these two episodes, there has not been any more activity although the nausea remains high. As a Seven.

I have had elevator rides with my balance - never reaching top floor which would be full gimp speed ahead. Seen? The balance is hyper tied and intertwined into and with the state of dizziness, of which, have resulted in several stumbles, trips and near falls. Fortunately no falls. Dizzy in an ugly way. I try to stay focused on something. Tip-tapping the key board, following every word as it is popping into mind and trying hard not to think too much about the dizziness or the nausea.

I have been awake thirty hours and plan to be awake at least for another six or so hours. Wait for Mama to get home, have our evening meal, which I understand has been predetermined by our youngest offspring, and then read a speech or two and I'll be off to Dream World. Like that.

Thoughts and considerations of my visit with Sir Dude, put me in the way of saying that I had a damned good face-to-face with Sir Dude yesterday. He was prepared and had what I would consider good probing questions for me. Gladly, I was one dressed in attire that was befitting such a flushing of Mental Clutter. A mental enema is always best done in Levi's 501 Jeans.