Meniere's - Four Hours Rest

I have been able to catch four hours sleep and feeling good some what rested. For me, saying something like that is almost ridiculous. I mean really, who gets that type of rest on four hours sleep? Especially with this Meniere's Disease and its symptoms which require much sleep.

Although I must share, that it seems as if all of my fifty three years, this has been a reoccurring scenario. As a youth I would take No-Doz and stay up all night watching television. Or roaming the streets as a twelve year old looking for what may come my way. Keep in mind now that this was way prior to cable or satellite television. I would have named anybody a mule if I was told back in the very early 1970's that someday we would be viewing television via satellite. As a young adult I would do the discotheque scene, hang out with the unsavory crew and eat breakfast at five in the morning on the way home. Oh, what bleeding memories I do have so neatly tucked away in this skull of mine. Way back, I was informed that I have insomnia. This is deeper.

I suspect my daughters may have caught the Spirit of The Owl. God know my eldest living in the land far and far away has adapted well to her Muslim adopted home land. I know this ha Bebe, I know this. What do you think, I'm your Pa. You are me in so many ways, you just walk in a different body and carry yours elsewhere. Oh my dear, I do miss you. My dear tiny baby.

I am prepared for my visit with Sir Dude and am just a bit anxious as I await the arrival of my Lil' Blue Bus. Sometimes it seems as if these drivers put the bus on hum when they pull up to our car port - I won't hear poop until the pack of hounds living amongst us goes off and into one of their frenzy's. Bless their hearts. Then when I leave the crew howls so loud and for such sad tunes that sometimes I permit their energy to affect mine. I am told these are my Grand Children. I love them to deaf but my hounds do not smell like new born baby's, eh? I can wait for my daughters to hatch a baby or two. I really can and have done so, my dahlin' angels...

...I reckon that I'll be sending another communiques later on today. This Meniere's is providing me with real time and in sync dizziness. I feel as if I have just gotten off the Tilt-A-Whirl at the Florida State Fair. Feeling tipsy. So often and for so long makes being dizzy a true royal pain in the rectum. Rectum? No, this stuff is not funny. Bumping and stumbling about makes me self-conscience. I have seen the expression of doubt on many a face out there. Dizziness non-stop becomes a safety and health issue. I know to be extra aware of my immediate surroundings and to walk with a purpose.

I have nuasea deep down my throat. So odd it is because all I have eaten this morning are oddly shaped pills, tablets and gel capsules. I'm afraid to hurl because I don't want to waste any of these medications swirling about in my stomach.

Meniere's sucks.

p.s. Those Lil' Blue Buses are loud though!