Yes, that was an attack of Meniere's earlier that was such a swift ambush. Nope, this is not the first time and it won't be my last. These attacks of Meniere's, no matter what the doctor or patient calls it, the Vertigo Attack, is in my skin. That was an extreme case of a Meniere's Disease.
There's so many appointments with my doctors and therapist. So much is happening and very much is going on. I'm keeping a mental note of where it is I will head as my destination once I've gained some mobility, crawled, or Wall Walked - using the walls as an actual tool to get from one point in my lodge to another. I hope my fellow survivors of Meniere's Disease find ways to get from the Florida Room to their Safe Place with out harm or falling. I go through this every time. There are no guarantees, but I give it my best shot every time shit like that happens. Shit, is a good description of invisible diseases - in my World, at this moment is Meniere's Disease, Neurological and Anesthesia Pain, and Asthma.
I sweat as my left eye is closed, I am dizzy, and tip tap this communique. Sweating.
My Pain levels have been between a four and sevens today and since the 13 June. The day I had a procedure at TGH/USF. Injections by the dozen which at best worked maybe 32 to 48 hours. Nothing more. Today and now, I sit here in pain that if I was in hospital, my doctors would medicate me. I have no doubt. I swear these Pain Level Sevens are damned dreadful, creating confusion and wreck havoc on my body and mind. This is about where I get withdrawn in a purposeful way I promise. I simply do not wish to trouble my spouse, Kin or Kindred.
I have concluded that next visit I will request massage therapy for a time to see if there is benefit. Nothing to lose, but an awesome continuation of losing weight. Minor exercises, because the medicine I swallow for this is a strong medicine. One I was unfamiliar with prior to it being prescribed for me. It is quite the interesting pill and it is my true belief my mind and body had to wrap their energy around this pain medication. I and My Path has had to adapt like nothing before. One of the strongest fights with a pill or capsule, but I fought the symptoms that were compounding symptoms from other diseases and health related issues. Oh, my good day! I keep moving on. And something tells me to keep on keeping on.
My Levi's 501 Button Fly's are awesome happy sick! I've been conducting an experiment with these and this is what I did: I did not wash them daily nor after the second month of wearing them. Granted, I did not wear them daily, but between the wear I suspect, hanging them to chill out of closet has helped ease those damned first wash wrinkles down at calf level. These are my first pair of shrink to fit ever and what on Earth is this?! I still have plenty room about my waist and birthing hips. There is a slight differential in color and I am pleased beyond expectation. I am thrilled! Yes, out of habit with my new 501's, I roll them from ankle up to waist and reverse the process. Back in the 80's and 90's, I rolled them up, I would starch and press them stiff. I don't want the feeling of starch and stiff denim up against my soft flesh and body parts. There are two other Levi 501's in my closet, all three are different in size. One is too big, the other is a wee-bit tight, and these the ones I wear mostly, are the absolute best fit and they've not even shrunk to my size yet. Ha! What a responsibility!
Great Spirit, Bless Our Earth Mother, please.
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