A Meniere's Attack, 21 Feb. 14, In Review

Relations,

I slept Monday away. With the exception of an hour or two here or and there. Perhaps a few minutes too. The Meniere's induced sleep is a sleep that is almost coma like for me, I can't help it, so I let go, and I slept Saturday and Sunday, better than twenty hours per day, that's over sixty hours since Friday evening when it was time to slumber.

Yes, it was Meniere's and it's vertigo attacks, 21 February. The squiggly eyes I believe were the triggers. The fogs moved in and I managed to gather something out of whatever time I am living during these periods. Squiggly eye's are exactly what and how it sounds. My vision has been in a bad way over the same period of time. I am dizzy from the time I get up - to the time I sleep and then there are times when I have been stirred by the dizziness in my sleep. I am dizzy now. Dizzy times infinity times infinity, just this side worse than tipsy and it has me sweating hours at a time. I'm a Man and all but shit, I don't know of anybody who wants to sweat twenty four seven. I am wearing t-shirt number three and it is 1700 over here across the pond. It's warm out of doors, so we have the air conditioning blowing a cool seventy-seven in the lodge. I have been and am nauseated, I tend to carry this constant gag and ways, but damn it, to walk in a nausea wishing to vomit only to curse the vomit when I do pass whatever contents are in my tummy. More often than not it is the medicinal cocktail that I take in the morning. And I take during the day and then I take my at bed time pills and capsules and tablets.

The sleep and slumbers were often interrupted by the pains in my body. Especially my neck, shoulders, arms, my back and stabbing wounds in my lower left lung. There are times when a pain wakes me that I simply turn over, moan and groan for a minute or few, then I slip back to sleep and my Dream World.

Hours, and hours, and hours, and hours, and hours, and hours, and blame it on my PTSD.