On Thursday, 3 February 2011, sometime in the late afternoon/early evening I was surprised to have been hit by a vertigo attack. Clear out of the blue, I was swept up by the sudden extreme dizziness and an increase in nausea. Did not have a slight symptom for a look out - just "slam". I perspired as I laid in bed and listened to the roaring noise of a 747 aerobus parked in my back yard...with my room spinning and spinning. Poor Dorothy and Toto.
This morning and early afternoon have been pleasent. Woke early and have had success with keeping awake. "Opened up the office". My crystal ball let's me know I will be asleep sometime quite sooner than later.
My body is extraordinarily pained and sore...feels as if I was on the wrong end of an ass whooping. My skull, neck, my back, arms and leg muscles question the goings on...even my knuckles ache.
I am motivated and determined to continue walking this Path. Folks have suggested the purchase of one of them little motorized wheel chairs. I brush these remarks aside as I do believe most with this recommendation make same with sarcasms and or a supposed humour. Yes, Dahlin', I'm still putting up with bitterness and ignorance from many an ignorant ass. Mostly kinfolk...it's odd how I get more empathy and respect from complete strangers, en'it? Oh well, what can I do?
Am presently reading The Day The World Ended At Little Big Horn, a lakota history, written by Joseph M. Marshall III. Am having to ration reading this one, it's so well written. Am still reading The Autobio. Of Mark Twain...rationing this one too.
Relations, I say hello and good day. I have to deal with some meniere's issues here on my Path. I will do what ever it takes to keep me going along my way. I've promised myself.
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