Loss of Weight, My Meniere's Disease Symptoms, and Sleep

Kind One's,

Welcome. I bring more than just comments to this blog this evening. I bring to you the pieces of me that have been missing for the past half year. I am happy to report that I am finding moments and periods of time when I am on my game. With the Game Face on, good Game Talk, and motivation for victories.

I'm afraid that I must report that I have been in the grasp of the slumber from a couple of days out. Quite by accident, sleep has become an aid in the weight I have lost over the past few months. Shit, why lie? If I'm asleep, I am down, and there is no intake or output. I am on the verge of giddiness with the loss of weight, but am not too happy with these results, as these inner talks are familiar with me and to the way of life I lived back in the 1980's and 1990's. No, I am not "there". I am finding a balance and am aware of my issues when it comes to eating or not. Anorexia and Bulimia are bi-products of past lives that may be tucked away, truly, but they never go away. I know this. I am prepared to open up more about the loss of weight. Just not quite yet.

I really would appreciate catching up a moment on the activity of Meniere's and the rubbish that has accompanied me the past handful of days. I say this, as far as the Meniere's Disease, because I truly don't believe it would matter too damned much how far back I would recollect, because it all seems so in my brain matter, that I am living a life on auto-replay.

The sleep was broken earlier today by a visit with my sister who is in from out of town. When she lived here in Tampa, she would stop by at least once a week and we would do the Thrift Shop Thing or check on the clearances at the department stores at the mall. I speculate my day would have been spent in bed, sleeping, if not for my baby sis busting me out.

Sleeping, my friends, is often utilized to block out noises and sounds, Sometimes, the voices from within my ears and skull are expelled. Mostly not too much. On this same note, there have been times when I have been woken with a start by a sound or noise in here. Since 1800 today I have had a peculiar "ting", in my right hard of hearing ear. Simple obnoxious tings, that sound like this, Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Over and over and again. There has been a squadron of WWII U.S Army Fighter Planes stuck in air just a mile or two up the neighbourhood - for very long extended gaps of time. A couple of days ago I damned near drove my dear wife crazy with the "Did you hear that's". For shits sake, I can't help it. Especially now with the continued loss of hearing, life and matters of the talk have become very problematic. I live in silence when alone. I don't watch the television when I am home alone. I have learned that silence has become an ally. For now. I feel as if I must be aware of every thing going on in my home and property. Sadly, it just doesn't always work out like that, for example, I don't hear the rains anymore unless there is torrential down pour or don't hear thunder unless lightening strikes near by. I don't hear one door bell so we have two, one with blinking lights.

Let me share there has been much sweating and times when in bed when I've woken up wet from the sweating, and yes, I sweat in my sleep. I also throw up in my sleep and gag so bad that I am certain I won't make it to the commode in time. I have been in a constant state of dizziness for days, which is another reason I sleep. There is no damned fun being dizzy everyday of life. None at all and I sure am sorry for the folks who are in constant search of a dizzy state of affairs. I was forced to stop driving a few years ago, which bring in The Little Blue Bus. Sometimes this dizziness is so bad it is necessary I crawl to a sofa, my bed, or lay right there where I am.

Today I had such an episode, when my skull and it's contents were so dizzy I was afraid I was under a Meniere's Attack, so it was simple for me to remain in bed.

Both of my ears continue to spasm deep within my heads contents, The left side of my face averages a minimum of two per day, there are times when I have so many, I stop counting. At this moment I gag and I feel a bulge in my lower throat and upper chest, I sweat, and I think I will go back to my safe place and sleep. I pray for an up and about day tomorrow, even if but to do some light dusting or continued purging of the contents of my home.

And, my mind.

I have no more to say.