Meniere's, Sleep, The Cervical Spine and The Martin's Too!

Kindred One's,

I was recently stirred awake by a sudden rush of sweat and perspiration. I felt as if I had been startled awake, more that stirred now that I think about it, but that's real. Startled and or stirred can be scary. The sleep came from a very deep sleep that has been keeping the slumber and I close and closer to the one hundred twenty hours of sleep that has kept me in my one safe place here at Home, The Lodge of Seven Window's, is deep rooted in good ground. The corners of our property are prayed to as we are taught to pray to the Four Directions. This Sanctuary, our beautiful home and the adjoining Nature Preserve has been blessed with the good medicine and the smoke's of White Sage, Pine and Cyprus, herbs and spices, hundreds of times and will be we will continue to bless our community.

It is 0142. I am worn and exhausted, even with this scenario where I sleep my days, nights, weeks, right on through. I forget days and I forget nights. I remember the Dreams in Dream World. I am their guest there. Now, the process to recover from this odd and some sort of disease induced Coma. My neck is hurting me so bad and my shoulders are hurting. My scalp is having pains on the left side of my Globe, near the site if implant, but mostly the upper left hand corner of my hear. There between my scalp and skull. The cluster pains are here to toy with me.

Over the past week or so my Cervical Spine has so troubled me with pain and a constant discomfort. This continues on throughout the evening and into night. My New Neurologist wants me to consult with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, about some of the symptoms I am experiencing. I called both practices this week and communicated well with both. Both are aware of the necessity to communicate. Although I love the direction I am headed with She-With-Many-Names, she must understand that I am the patient. This is not a "Family Package'. I speak with He-Who-Touch-My-Brain, about Menier's Disease and Hearing. When I call She-With-Many-Names, will learn that I am calling her and her awesome team because I AM HAVING Neurological and Cervical Spine issues. I would not trouble Her clinic for something other?

Come Monday, I'll make some calls - get all of we looking at same page and take it from here. On the Tuesday, I will visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, for follow up of a better and improved site of procedure. Yes, I guess, I still feel like I have a tiny lip there, um, yes, the opened mouth is still there, but time will tell. I can wait. Wait and watch, while I observe and learn from the way my brother's and sister's inter-act as the Team Member's, representing Mario's Better Health, Body, Mind and Spirit Team and the All of Me. You see, there's been way too many moment by moments when it comes down to the sleep, post Meniere's Attacks, because the sleep has always been so fucking depressing. I don't remember keeping track on such a stretch of lapsed time in life due to sleep anyways. I mean, What The Fuck, there was a time I had never even heard of peoples who slept all of the time and they have diagnosis for these things and I find myself to be One with such a burden, my own diagnosis. Now, here I am maintaing a tally on the maddening amount of time I have slept. When I start to count the hours again, there's something wrong. That damned Meniere's Attacked stomped me something bad last week. One week of days and seven days of life slept and sleeping away.

Last evening, I was blessed to have the company of two dear friends of my wife's and mine who I love and respect with all of my heart. Their company was lively and was a driving force in me being up for a short few hours last night. My heart says not long enough time, but I knew I had to return to bed straight away. And did once they drove off, I did. I also understand that my two dear friends have a wonderful and bristling nest still bristles with the activity of youth and their life's being youths. May Great Spirit, bless every one of you and keep a watchful eye over the Sailor in our Family. I can remember when my newest Hero, was a wee Lil Dude, cool beyond his years. My heart has space for the entire crew of Martin's, including my plank bud, 'Drew, and his beautiful, brilliant, and intelligent sister's. My Dear Niece's and Nephew's. D. & T., I love you both and your whole Mystic Crew to Deaf and I know this because my heart says it's so.

By the date on the calender and the lower left corner of this computer I read that day 31 of March has arrived and that it is now 0324. Time to say good night and time for me to say ten - four, and let me close this door and head back up to the North West Room, where I have a safe place I enjoy being in and near, it's so dear.

I really must say though, that it's a damned shame that I have to be driven mad listening to these voices speak nonsense - their words just out of my understanding. Earlier today, I listened to repeated gunfire out back. Um, the shots were coming from out back of my mind. These shots had a steady report too, from the many arms that I thought were being shot. After about forty five minutes, this sound stopped and has not returned. Yet. Yes, I have had sounds of gun fire before and yes, the time duration can be twenty minutes to an hour or more. It all depends on who's shooting who up in there. Can you feel me?

At this very moment, both ears are having sounds of insects of various forms and sizes and are so loud that the fuckers are driving me mad! And pushing up the anxious button. Got to go.

I burp hoping it will keep my nausea down. Yes.

Love, peace and more peace...