Vertigo Attack Reporting...

On the evening of Monday, 17 January 2011, I had a vertigo attack. Today is, Saturday, 22 January...with-in the span of these few days I have slept roughly eighty hours. Am up today for as long as I can force myself to remain awake...thus far, other than a nap, am well and awake.

This was a surprise vertigo attack as I had not picked up on any symptoms until I was absorbed by the goings-on of a full fledged - full blown attack. All I could do is lay down and take the ass whooping. Didn't last too long, maybe ten to fifteen minutes. Time seems to get warped in vertigo attacks. No doubt.

These post vertigo attack symptoms have been exceptionaly difficult.
1. Extreme nausea with some productivity...the left side of my throat is sore.
2. Dizziness every bleeding day. At all times of the day. Along with a pecular head ache in the left forehead.
3. As mentioned earlier, I have slept a huge porition of life away. There is nothing to do about all this now. I still would rather sleep than endure the maddness of Meniere's.
4. I have had like a blurping noise in my right ear...like, full, fuller, fullest then blurp. Time and time again. This type of noise is due to a function and or malfunction of/in my right ear. If it does not blurp as it has latly, my right-good-bad-ear, fills with air, it seems and releases, as in an ear fart of sorts.
5. The NOISE'S! Have been a living inhumane torture! Morning, noon and night - noises in both ears! A new noise has found it's way onto my sound track...that being the sound of a street hammer. Not quite the sound of a machine gun, even though machine gun like...this just sounds more like a street hammer. No, there is no construction going on near by. My deaf left ear continues to pick up Top Secret beeps and beeping from NASA. Sometimes in the night, I listen to the noises that are going on between my ears and I consider this is a punishment from God, as I ask and pray for His Forgiveness.
6. Have had bad cases of sweating and perspiration daily - all week.
7. My body, mind and Spirit's are exhausted. My entire being is tired...worn and feel sore and bruised.
8. Voices continue to trouble me and distract from my attempts at getting some form of hold on this disease. Is this from the Meniere's or are these voices matter in my brains and mush above and between my ears? I don't know yet. It still scares the shit out of me when I hear one speak behind me and look to see nobody. I include this symptom because this is something that has occurred a few times this week.

Comment: The nausea and vomiting reminds me of the Bulimia I had as a younger man. When I saw the latest Laboratory Tests, I noticed issues with the Vitamin D. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, is he who placed me on increased supplement. If not for his direction, my nails would have continued to be affected and my teeth have been at risk for so long. Thank you for noticing Doc!

Another comment: Sticking my fingers everyday has taken the place of my desire for blood letting for now. It is incredible how much blood drips from the slight wound a needle being jammed into one's finger tip makes.

Am afraid that because I insist on pushing "the" envelope - there is or are folk's who wish to question me and my reasoning. Well, for one, maybe the past two to three years haunt my every fucken day. I can't drive my own bleeding car. Can't ride my trike yet, still...so I have done simple exercises Ms. P.T. taught me. I have done maybe one half dozen loads of laundry - as in place into washing machine over the past year! Have prepared a stew or soup for my family maybe same amount of times in the past one year. It does not make a matter that I have had talks with family and other relations...about the do's and do not's. With the restrictions placed on this human's body and Spirit...the supervision that is required, and those, 'no, you can not's', have me on a quick pace to death. STOP! Don't read more into those words. I was just saying...

One thing that still twists my head about is how many folks have just gone away...no return calls, no return postage...

...looks as if I am going to have to learn to say farewell to them with no eyes and no ears...I think with no heart too.

I am ready for rest...in dream world I'll resume my travel until I awake in the morning. Then, I'll see what my Path has in store for me when the Sun rises.