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There has been a pair of zeppelins circling above the sanctuary and preserve for the past two days in a roll. So loud and so vivid that I've refrained from confirming the fact that there is not damned blimps out and over my lodge. So truly maddening it is having to listen to this same hum, this damned constant loud hum of a fine operating flying machine. Yards above me.
There has also been the need to deal with the Maoris codes in my deaf left ear on an off and on episode. The constant communicating that lingers and works for hours and days at a time. There are times when the communique is sent with such urgency that it drives the loudness of the beep up, and drives my nerves up. I mean, what the? Then, and of course there are what seems to be a constant battle with the crickets, frogs, and cicadas. Sometimes, all I can do with this craziness, is to take the medication ordered by my physicians. There are times when I get so totally wrapped up by whatever sounds and noises that are active at the moment, these in an ear that is Deaf, my left, and an ear that requires a hearing aid, my right. My ears. Those very instances when a series of loud beeps strike, from no where, and with no apparent purpose. The times, time and time again when a voice comes through, loud and perfectly clear. Which, on occasion catches me off guard. And yes, I have let out a scream before. My dear Kindred, please do know there are just so too many times when the only alternative for me is to medicate and sleep.
Which is sleep compounding sleep. My team and I deal with the sleep that has become a major issue in my life. You see, sleeping is what happens when Meniere's attacks happen. Then, that's when I am in a sleep that sometimes last four to five days. There have also been times when this sleep has lasted much longer than the three or four. Whichever, and whatever the case may be, all I can do is pray and sleep. God, please let me sleep the symptoms of post attacks away. Over the time and course of time, sleep has been a constant. An issue that affects my every day of living. My physician's, nurses, therapists, family, and friends share their concern with me often. So I fight, and remind myself, I love life. Oh yes, please let me share, my right good doctor, She-With-Many-Names, has re-prescribed the one medication denied by the insurance company we had at the time of first attempt. This is a medication that would aid and greatly assist me with the battles against the sleep. I pray. Seen.
There have been many times when I have contemplated what this and life must have been like for the Elders of my blood back in the day. My Kin Folk who had to deal with this type of disease before there was even a name for this disgusting life altering Meniere's disease. No medications then, no therapies either, and no hearing aids for deaf folk like me. Oh, my dear Kin Folk.
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