18 July 2012, I Report

Greetings,

I've had to separate myself from the tasks that occupy my mind from time to time. Those tasks conducted in and out side of my two brains. Please know, I do ask that Folks, pardon my lack of communications the past couple/few days. My health has provided me an opportunity to touch Mother Earth and scratch Her back. Have had the time to touch the plants and trees that grow and live here in this sanctuary I am Blessed to call Home. My Secret Place. My health has also gifted me the desire and strength to adventure out and about. This Monday past I took a walk about to our shop and scoot not too-too far from my front door. If not for so much rain as of late, I may have walked more. I want to walk more and I reckon walking at this time is my run about. This desire to run far and then run some more...

...and having said that, I think that's a pretty damned good thing right there.

Let me share that tasking has been very beneficial for me. I have used these forms of movement as a form of exercise and or the working out sort of thing. There were things that when picked up, it manipulated a certain bunch of my stomach muscles. I, had to go figure. I am safe and maintain a safe sense about myself and yes, I sure as hell still push the envelope. Presently, I continue to the lifting of minor weights and tension weight exercises. The results have been very positive. My body is changing form and am feeling better about myself. Plus, the changing of my complexion is the topping off of a positive direction my compass has been directed.

I've been living the sort of life not lived in too many years, and I miss this something mighty grand. Oh, how I much I do miss this. I sure know that God knows I know that He knows I do.

There is something though that lingers somewhere towards the rear end of my two brain's. Back there where my brains fart and carry on. Back where I anticipate and await the next Meniere's Attack. The place where I sit and argue my cause with this bull shit disease. There's no reasoning with it. Really. I live on MDT. Meniere's Disease Time. Yes, this is a rather negative thing to say, but what other approach I do not know. I simply push life and I push...

...and then, there is always the waiting. The knowing that at any moment the Meniere's Monster is sending my innards into a tornado from within. With this hideous mind bend, I am sent straight into it. From time to time, there will be a certain symptom that announces the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Meniere's. Then sometimes there are no symptoms. It's like, "hello, we're home".  There isn't a right forward good way to express what I mean to say other than what I have just expressed.

I have nothing else to say.