Have rather figured a vertigo attack took place early yesterday sometime. The same thing, the same events that happened over at Sir Dude's office happened again here at home. The same swaying-to-the-movement of uncertainty's in my gait. Was I going to faint? Fall too? Nausea overwhelmed the sensations and eventually did bring up what ever it was I ate and required a trip to the commode. So I retreated to my safe place for what seemed to be an eternity. Again had the larger-than-life visuals - which all seems too new to me. Seems to me, I would have remembered these types of events, know what I mean? That's some highly unusually shitty symptoms right there. I do say I can only account for these two occurrence's during Meniere's attacks. Considering it too late to call He-Who-Touched-My-Brains clinic, I will wait then until Monday and hope this does not happen again. (No, I called any way - yes, the clinic was closed.) With these eyes and this mind of mine, these two health related occurrences are "Strike Two on Sierra!", and I don't want my Coach Brenda, pissed at me. So later this evening when she gets home from work, I promise I will share these latest symptoms with her.
With this attack here at home, the visual piece lingered a spell. The dizziness was a bad drunk dizzy and I felt a warm spiral downward within. Spinning and spinning and spun in circles in my skull, throat and gut. I am experiencing a slight spinning at this moment though I consider this a part of this bad dizzy spell I have going on.
I have had the sounds and noises going on within the three of my precious ears. The Deaf Left, the problematic right and my implant - all listening to and hearing more than a handful of these particular sounds at one time. The Lodge is silent and all is quiet except for what is going on in this thick skull of mine. These sounds of the moment are loud while along with some subtlety's. When the attack occurred I was forced to listen and I listened and was made to listen until I set off in to Dream World. And it was an extraordinary grand time in Dream World too! I have slept very well and close to a total of twenty four hours since. Now that I am awake it is time and I want to fight the sleep...
...as in now is the time I get back to pushing myself. My selves. I've got to keep on moving!
This madness is torture, my dearest Kin. If slitting my wrists were to provide a certainty to you, would you believe me then? This torture is madness! Would losing fifty 'more' pounds, provide enough evidence? Would these words ring any truer to some of my Kin? Yes. Because I know.
Pardon me, I have had the nausea remain a part of my breathing and am very uncomfortable. This tip-tapping becomes a true tip and tap-tap-tap sort of task. Oh, these misspelled words.
My body is sore and I ache from toe to head. I feel the knuckles of some of my toes without touching them. The aches and pains in my back, stomach, neck and my ass are all so distracting and why yes, I do consider the all of this a true pain in my ass. Please then, you take this Meinere's Disease from my body - will you? Please.
...I share this imaginary story from tomorrows press. "A resident of the North West County was found dead in his home late yesterday evening. It appears natural causes were the cause. The 53 year old Man died from the symptoms of the Meniere's Disease and A Lonely Heart.
I say no more, say no more.
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