Today's Meniere's Disease And God

Alright then,

Yes, today has been a weird one indeed. Way off base and not particularly in a good pair of shoes.

I have settled down with the sweating some. Listened to my sounds in the skull here in my quiet place and sat with my hound Ting Ting. I am now in a state of calm and with breathe. I would refer to the sweating as now a perspiring and some 'misting' about and around this Gimp Globe of mine. The dizziness is leveled off at a seven and the nausea is at my Adams apple. Knocking, but no vomit.

Dear God, thank you for helping me get back here. Amen.

I am puzzled by the continuation of the need for sleep. I am confidant that this is a Meniere's thing, yeah, I did just capitalize it, eh? But the sleep and slumber continue to play much of a roll in my day-to-day. Yes, sadly today I succumbed to the will and power of slumber and slept from 1215 until 1400. Which really, for me and my sleep isn't too damned bad. Although, I had slept plus sixteen hours between the time I was off to slumber early last evening and the time I awoke this morn. Wait, looking back at these words reflect that I am still in the Meniere's Sleep. I must relinquish control.

Dear God, when will I learn? And no, this is not a damned Whitney Houston song. Amen.

I will be visiting with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, in the morrow. It is long overdue we do something about these muscle spasms of my face. No. I bet I didn't have these prior to Meniere's Disease. Hell, I am absolutely positive and am God Blessed certain that this is related to all of Meniere's. This shits not normal and my face remains affected by it long after the spasm has occurred. It is a good thing to know I'll see my good right doctor in the morning. Oh, and Doc., no I do not wish to debate about this being migraine's related. Okay, please. I mean, Facial Spasms?

Dear God, please let He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, know I am not there for the migraine's.

These facial spasms have created issue and pain with my left eye orb. This has also caused my face to get all gimpy and goofed up. I want to say all gimpy and fucked up, but I won't. My mouth gets to leaning to the left - as if I had a dribble mouth. My left eye looks as if I should be wearing a patch to cover it. Or maybe a condom, like my girl from TLC. (May she rest in peace)And the pain is fucking unreal! I mean, I look in the mirror and there ain't shit I can do! I have cried and moaned and looked in the mirror at what it is I don't know or understand My God!

Dear God, please Bless He-Who-Touched-My-Brain to lead me to a better place. Please God. Amen.

I have no more to say.

Amen.