Four Days Out

Four days out from the attack that caught me from every possible
direction and from all four corners. I was enveloped by the whole experiance - some so slow motion, all with a snap of fingers...God's fingers I beleive. This is why I did not break one bone nor shatter window glass with my elbow. It was as if The Great Spirit's Angels's arrived with great haste...

...My Cowboys and Angels...

Have slept right about sixty hours since then. Have not eaten as I usually would and have eaten then, strictly for sustenance. Not enough water, but have increased in-take today.

I feel there's a difference and a morphing change going on in my body and mind...me in my skin. Even with this foiking meniere's...change comes.

Oh, yes! I had been in the back yard watering some dear trees, shrubs, bushes and flowers, when I was overtaken by extreme dizziness - falling to my left and backwards. Didn't think I was in motion. Just "Boom"! I was struck and had deer in the car light eye's. I stayed very still for several minutes thinking I was going to faint, child please, I thought I was going to die. I tried really hard to gather myself. Focus Dude! Was all I can remember thinking. Saying. Aloud.

As I mentioned in previous entry and moments ago, nary a broke bone, broken window glass or a scrape on the skin. I'm knowing the ego took it square in the gonads. No doubt. But what can you do?

At this moment I am nauseated, dizzy and and am perspiring plenty. My body is sore and pained. My damned ankels are killing me and I have not worn platforms since 1978! I am so damned exhauseted I have the yearning and need to sleep. My entire body aches. My eye balls ache. Sleep will be with me in mnutes.

When I spoke with Mr. P.T. earlier today, he pretty much jumped up and down and told me "oh-no-no-no", "not too much sleep", "8-9 hours at night and 2 hour nap in afternoon...Um, the "something's", I have to say to my Mr. P.T. will be waiting until my words will be heard and seen by my Mr. P.T. Apparently, my young fellow has some learning to do. True? Oh hell yes this is true, Boo! I really hope he does do some study on the this meniere's, because if not between our tele-chat today until our visit on Thursday...I just reckon there may be issue's up in here. Oh no, Honey, no trouble. But there will be some drama up in here come Thursday too! Oh yes, issues's and drama. Po-thang and bless his heart too...

It's just that I'm not the one. Green?

Since Sunday the 29th, I have had a constant twang every 15 - 30 seconds in my Left Deaf ear. Silence. Then "twang", twaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang. Twang? Then "twwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnng"...I hear it to be an old U.S.of A., satelite sending out Wishes for a Happy New Year 1965! Just twanging. WTF? Over and over and over again. Come on? This is a form of torture the courts would find inhumane. Hell, as a bonus feature tonight, the locusts, cicadas and crickets are LOUD as a rock concert in my good-bad-right ear. Keeping me from reading or resting a spell - keeping me from sleep at this moment.

The Worms have been at it since I woke. Like some upstairs neighbors? Oh, these sum-ma-bitch's are making to much fuss and noise. Damn it!

So, I think on that note I return to the land of slumber. At rest. I hope.