My head, neck, chest and back are moist from the sweating and perspiring I have had over the past forty five minutes or so. As in I can feel the tears of perspiration slide down my skin, front and back and am misting around this magical mystery globe attached to my neck. My bobble head with its imbalance and misguided steps. One says, "look up as you walk", another says "watch where you are going" and I do it all as I walk this path of mine. I look up and I walk each step with a purpose. There are times though when I can be fully engaged, doing well, then make a turn and fall. Or stumble, which is as horrifying as a fall because I don't know if I'm falling for sure or having a stumble. I don't know if that made any sense to you, I hope it did, because I share these words as if we were sitting in a coffee house, sipping espresso and having good talks.
I vomited my only sustenance earlier. That disgusting combo of every pill and tablet I eat for break fast every morning. I have had a huge gag situated in the center of my chest between my throat and tummy. I have tried to burp and have burped good and plenty, but this gag remains.
I have been under the influence of a state of some form of dizziness or another since I woke this morn. Some tipsy dizzy, to the having ridden with Jeff Gordan, driving 200 MPH dizzy. When this happens, there is nothing to do but wait it out. I sit or lay and listen to the sounds from within and try not to think too much about the dizziness, because I think that sometimes thinking about it - or - like acknowledging it makes it worse. Maybe I'm goofy? Wait, I am goofy. Ha! Almost forgot.
These sounds and noises have been obnoxious all of the damned day. Beeps, roars, voices in the other room, the song of six foot tall crickets...
...so, today I have listened to Native music to create some sound in my background. Native American music seems to have had the best and most soothing sounds for me. I listen to many genre's, yes, but am always brought back home to the flutes and the drums.
I have successfully fought against the sleep and slumber and as I sit here tip-tapping and gagging, I think that I could have used a slumber earlier. My entire body aches and pains as if I have been a sparring partner for my dearest Mike Tyson. From my toes all the way up to the tip of my spine and the points of pain within my ears, I hurt something bad.
Yes, there is war paint on my face. I have business to take care of. Me. So, I keep moving on.
I've no more to say.
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