A Meniere's Report, From a Patient

Greetings Reader,

My name is Mario. This is the ways of my Meniere's disease, as it has influenced me for the past twenty four hours, and a Meniere's Report, From a Patient.

Nausea since yesterday so yes, I would say twenty-four hours of nausea that has often times sat it seemed right below my Adams apple. I am as disgusted now as I was disgusted last afternoon. It burping mental thing I went with isn't helping worth a damn so I feel more certain than a shrink explaining dude, it was all a figment of your mind. It was just my imagination, running away. My theory was based on the belief that if I burped these air-gases would be expelled and I would feel better. I did this and so I thought it was working, I practiced this for so many years. My right good Dr. Danner, with me as the one who ate the medicines, doctor prescribed every anti-nausea medicine he could think of. Nothing worked, not behind or over the counter worked. Today, as in right now, I feel what feels like plug of vomit blocking egress. I’m unable to do anything about it, but live with it. So I do, and move along doing the best I can, Burping and swallowing.

 

I have been sweating at some level or another since I awoke. I wear loose fitting garments, often times go through three to four t-shirts a day, wear bandannas, and try not to think about it. There are members of my family who sweat while they eat, I believe there’s nothing to do with a disorder by any name; they simply sweat when they eat. No. I do not eat with them. Whew, that would mess (fuck) up my state of mind in an instant. These Meniere's disease sweats occur night and day. There isn't a need, or an initiator of these symptoms, these sweats, perspirations’, and misting. I wake up in the night sweating from sleep. I mean? Occasionally, I may get respite in the huge refrigerator at The Wa - Wa’s store up on Water's Avenue. Also true, while in a air conditioned market, big box stores, or a mall, I will capture moments of time before and after sweats. No, there is nothing to do, no pill to eat or take. Just deal...

...and do the best I can.

My Dear Reader's, there has been a constant urgent sound of Maoris’ Code that has been stationed in my Deaf Left ear since last night. Fortunately, it is intermittent, but when it strikes it stays for an hour or so. Yes, so many sounds and noises from my Deaf Left Ear. This ear out of sound. I do have an implant. It is BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid. It is, implanted on the left side of my skull. I remember the sounds of surgery. Yes, I do and I say, I try, and I try to ignore the sounds that harass me daily, but really, that would be like trying arrange World Wide Peace as a Committee of One. I've had two implants here at the same site, a second implant was placed so that it would extended more outward. I have what looks like the gap satellite disc in Puerto Rico with a trajectory device coming from. I've had Folks, as in many people; break my space to get a closer look. Children are the most precious when it comes to their curiosity and a man with a pipe stuck in my head or when wearing the processor, goodness the eyes I have seen bulging from young innocents, looking at this large fellow with a gap in his skull. Little do others know there is also a titanium plate that rests on the top left of my skull, like where I tilt my base ball cap.  

Along with the perspiration and nausea has also been a dizzy spell that has been random off. Seldom do I get a rest from dizziness. Today I have had two near falls and three stumbles. This dizziness is a slight form an intoxicating sort. Rather like a light tipsy, here, even the slightest of dizziness requires I beware and to be aware. Real quickly, let me share a frustration that continues to build within and that is frustrating because I have people split immediately down the middle on this one topic and that topic is 'when walking, which way should I be most concerned with - look lower towards the Earth Mother or upwards, as in looking up eye level?' I suspect Kind Folks might be more aware of their health and mind their ways of walking like apes.

I await the arrival of my mate like a hound awaits the arrival of her human. True. She is My Queen, my Pretty, Pretty Princess, and My Ole Guul. Yep, that's just the way it is, she's My Rock too..

I wished to keep this communiqué strictly on the Meniere's front, so I will. The Ole Guul I was speaking about is on me constantly, "Keep an eye on one task at a time.", "Why do you insist on multi tasking?"

Until the next we chat, please, you all be safe and do take care of yourselves...