There was a realization earlier today when it dawned on me that I was pacing back and forth, from -
- this side of the house to the West Wing and then I caught myself as I did this in a tight six feet section and going back and pacing, back and forth.
Sweating and gagging as I am now, glad to report no productive vomit. Yet. It is early.
I am dizzy and have been so much more than most of the day, Ma'am. I don't have an explanation for this matter of conduct and why is it that now I recognize I pace and that I have paced, but for how long then have I been pacing? I am uncomfortable sharing this for some reason. I speculate I don't want folks placing no more damned diagnosis of anything. Nothing on me. There's no real connection here though, I would have shared as it was time to share. As in now.
My left deaf ear has had six or seven inner ear muscle spasms and I have had four or five facial spasms. I keep in mind that it is but 1657 and I plan on combating the sleep until later after dark. Both ears have been exceptionally busy with loud sounds and noises. Disgusting with it's non-stop torture and just the quantity and quality of noise and sound..
Prior to this am at 0745, I slept approximately thirty hours, got up spent time with the ole Botswana and returned to bed. Sleep has been plentiful.
These pains in my body are something that I sleep with - I am reminded of it when I move, when I go to and roll over. My shoulders, neck and skull are areas where the pain is literally to my skeleton. These pains are something I live with. Every day and night, so I pace.
Soon the time comes we have insurance, then tests come. I pray, God Bless, The pacing.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Loss of Weight, My Meniere's Disease Symptoms, and Sleep
Kind One's,
Welcome. I bring more than just comments to this blog this evening. I bring to you the pieces of me that have been missing for the past half year. I am happy to report that I am finding moments and periods of time when I am on my game. With the Game Face on, good Game Talk, and motivation for victories.
I'm afraid that I must report that I have been in the grasp of the slumber from a couple of days out. Quite by accident, sleep has become an aid in the weight I have lost over the past few months. Shit, why lie? If I'm asleep, I am down, and there is no intake or output. I am on the verge of giddiness with the loss of weight, but am not too happy with these results, as these inner talks are familiar with me and to the way of life I lived back in the 1980's and 1990's. No, I am not "there". I am finding a balance and am aware of my issues when it comes to eating or not. Anorexia and Bulimia are bi-products of past lives that may be tucked away, truly, but they never go away. I know this. I am prepared to open up more about the loss of weight. Just not quite yet.
I really would appreciate catching up a moment on the activity of Meniere's and the rubbish that has accompanied me the past handful of days. I say this, as far as the Meniere's Disease, because I truly don't believe it would matter too damned much how far back I would recollect, because it all seems so in my brain matter, that I am living a life on auto-replay.
The sleep was broken earlier today by a visit with my sister who is in from out of town. When she lived here in Tampa, she would stop by at least once a week and we would do the Thrift Shop Thing or check on the clearances at the department stores at the mall. I speculate my day would have been spent in bed, sleeping, if not for my baby sis busting me out.
Sleeping, my friends, is often utilized to block out noises and sounds, Sometimes, the voices from within my ears and skull are expelled. Mostly not too much. On this same note, there have been times when I have been woken with a start by a sound or noise in here. Since 1800 today I have had a peculiar "ting", in my right hard of hearing ear. Simple obnoxious tings, that sound like this, Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Over and over and again. There has been a squadron of WWII U.S Army Fighter Planes stuck in air just a mile or two up the neighbourhood - for very long extended gaps of time. A couple of days ago I damned near drove my dear wife crazy with the "Did you hear that's". For shits sake, I can't help it. Especially now with the continued loss of hearing, life and matters of the talk have become very problematic. I live in silence when alone. I don't watch the television when I am home alone. I have learned that silence has become an ally. For now. I feel as if I must be aware of every thing going on in my home and property. Sadly, it just doesn't always work out like that, for example, I don't hear the rains anymore unless there is torrential down pour or don't hear thunder unless lightening strikes near by. I don't hear one door bell so we have two, one with blinking lights.
Let me share there has been much sweating and times when in bed when I've woken up wet from the sweating, and yes, I sweat in my sleep. I also throw up in my sleep and gag so bad that I am certain I won't make it to the commode in time. I have been in a constant state of dizziness for days, which is another reason I sleep. There is no damned fun being dizzy everyday of life. None at all and I sure am sorry for the folks who are in constant search of a dizzy state of affairs. I was forced to stop driving a few years ago, which bring in The Little Blue Bus. Sometimes this dizziness is so bad it is necessary I crawl to a sofa, my bed, or lay right there where I am.
Today I had such an episode, when my skull and it's contents were so dizzy I was afraid I was under a Meniere's Attack, so it was simple for me to remain in bed.
Both of my ears continue to spasm deep within my heads contents, The left side of my face averages a minimum of two per day, there are times when I have so many, I stop counting. At this moment I gag and I feel a bulge in my lower throat and upper chest, I sweat, and I think I will go back to my safe place and sleep. I pray for an up and about day tomorrow, even if but to do some light dusting or continued purging of the contents of my home.
And, my mind.
I have no more to say.
Welcome. I bring more than just comments to this blog this evening. I bring to you the pieces of me that have been missing for the past half year. I am happy to report that I am finding moments and periods of time when I am on my game. With the Game Face on, good Game Talk, and motivation for victories.
I'm afraid that I must report that I have been in the grasp of the slumber from a couple of days out. Quite by accident, sleep has become an aid in the weight I have lost over the past few months. Shit, why lie? If I'm asleep, I am down, and there is no intake or output. I am on the verge of giddiness with the loss of weight, but am not too happy with these results, as these inner talks are familiar with me and to the way of life I lived back in the 1980's and 1990's. No, I am not "there". I am finding a balance and am aware of my issues when it comes to eating or not. Anorexia and Bulimia are bi-products of past lives that may be tucked away, truly, but they never go away. I know this. I am prepared to open up more about the loss of weight. Just not quite yet.
I really would appreciate catching up a moment on the activity of Meniere's and the rubbish that has accompanied me the past handful of days. I say this, as far as the Meniere's Disease, because I truly don't believe it would matter too damned much how far back I would recollect, because it all seems so in my brain matter, that I am living a life on auto-replay.
The sleep was broken earlier today by a visit with my sister who is in from out of town. When she lived here in Tampa, she would stop by at least once a week and we would do the Thrift Shop Thing or check on the clearances at the department stores at the mall. I speculate my day would have been spent in bed, sleeping, if not for my baby sis busting me out.
Sleeping, my friends, is often utilized to block out noises and sounds, Sometimes, the voices from within my ears and skull are expelled. Mostly not too much. On this same note, there have been times when I have been woken with a start by a sound or noise in here. Since 1800 today I have had a peculiar "ting", in my right hard of hearing ear. Simple obnoxious tings, that sound like this, Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Tinnnnnnnng, ting. Over and over and again. There has been a squadron of WWII U.S Army Fighter Planes stuck in air just a mile or two up the neighbourhood - for very long extended gaps of time. A couple of days ago I damned near drove my dear wife crazy with the "Did you hear that's". For shits sake, I can't help it. Especially now with the continued loss of hearing, life and matters of the talk have become very problematic. I live in silence when alone. I don't watch the television when I am home alone. I have learned that silence has become an ally. For now. I feel as if I must be aware of every thing going on in my home and property. Sadly, it just doesn't always work out like that, for example, I don't hear the rains anymore unless there is torrential down pour or don't hear thunder unless lightening strikes near by. I don't hear one door bell so we have two, one with blinking lights.
Let me share there has been much sweating and times when in bed when I've woken up wet from the sweating, and yes, I sweat in my sleep. I also throw up in my sleep and gag so bad that I am certain I won't make it to the commode in time. I have been in a constant state of dizziness for days, which is another reason I sleep. There is no damned fun being dizzy everyday of life. None at all and I sure am sorry for the folks who are in constant search of a dizzy state of affairs. I was forced to stop driving a few years ago, which bring in The Little Blue Bus. Sometimes this dizziness is so bad it is necessary I crawl to a sofa, my bed, or lay right there where I am.
Today I had such an episode, when my skull and it's contents were so dizzy I was afraid I was under a Meniere's Attack, so it was simple for me to remain in bed.
Both of my ears continue to spasm deep within my heads contents, The left side of my face averages a minimum of two per day, there are times when I have so many, I stop counting. At this moment I gag and I feel a bulge in my lower throat and upper chest, I sweat, and I think I will go back to my safe place and sleep. I pray for an up and about day tomorrow, even if but to do some light dusting or continued purging of the contents of my home.
And, my mind.
I have no more to say.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Life Happens, Again
Relations,
This is one of them real live, "Life Happens" occurrence's, those that tap at the door time to time.
Above and beyond what is affecting me physically, my illnesses effecting my day to day, and with quick reference, the financial matters, that compound my processes within. A surprise. financial event took place just a couple of hours ago - the motor for the pool pump ceased operations. No, no, wait - it has been operating, just not working. Yes, this piece of equipment was drawing juice from electrical wire, just no operations and very much corrosion in five years.
Skip-skip-skipping over medical procedures due to financial issues, plus no Insurance and shit and now, I am in the shoes of a person necessitating stuff-be-done but don't because we are in financially troubled matters, this that is drowning us, our lodge up-side down house, yet I enter right side up. Seen? We have obligations and responsibilities to uphold. We work hard to take care of my business. My business, is my health, which is physical, emotional. Proper care of our home, property and it's functionality, is a part of my business.
Now, four square the ball to the right corner and hit it here where I am so desperate. Oh, My Dear Great Spirit! I am to the point of desperation. And no, these are not exaggerations, neither some stretch of this active imagination of mine. I sit here, with breath short and me sweating, I have shed my tears off/on, and have spoken out loud in this silent house. The pools pump motor is to be replaced, this kind young fellow is on the way now with replacement. My nephews expect that Tio's and Tia's pool ain't growing tad poles and frogs in it. En'it? Huh?
I feel my heart beating a different sound at this time. A drumming musical note. An inner beat.
Please, File this under, 'Life Happens".
This is one of them real live, "Life Happens" occurrence's, those that tap at the door time to time.
Above and beyond what is affecting me physically, my illnesses effecting my day to day, and with quick reference, the financial matters, that compound my processes within. A surprise. financial event took place just a couple of hours ago - the motor for the pool pump ceased operations. No, no, wait - it has been operating, just not working. Yes, this piece of equipment was drawing juice from electrical wire, just no operations and very much corrosion in five years.
Skip-skip-skipping over medical procedures due to financial issues, plus no Insurance and shit and now, I am in the shoes of a person necessitating stuff-be-done but don't because we are in financially troubled matters, this that is drowning us, our lodge up-side down house, yet I enter right side up. Seen? We have obligations and responsibilities to uphold. We work hard to take care of my business. My business, is my health, which is physical, emotional. Proper care of our home, property and it's functionality, is a part of my business.
Now, four square the ball to the right corner and hit it here where I am so desperate. Oh, My Dear Great Spirit! I am to the point of desperation. And no, these are not exaggerations, neither some stretch of this active imagination of mine. I sit here, with breath short and me sweating, I have shed my tears off/on, and have spoken out loud in this silent house. The pools pump motor is to be replaced, this kind young fellow is on the way now with replacement. My nephews expect that Tio's and Tia's pool ain't growing tad poles and frogs in it. En'it? Huh?
I feel my heart beating a different sound at this time. A drumming musical note. An inner beat.
Please, File this under, 'Life Happens".
Monday, September 9, 2013
Soon, The 30,000th Guest Will Have Visited
Dearest Kindred and Kin Folk,
Welcome to this communique and news update. This message provides me the opportunity to share that we are quickly approaching a total of 30,000 guests and visitors to this blog, Meniere's Disease, My Path. In my heart and core, I sense that some of you have been my Knight's in shinning armour, and I want to thank one and all from my Heart to you, to all guests whether met or not, I share appreciation and much love. May respect and good energies be with you.
A note to my Medical Health and Emotional Health Care Team Mates, I extend my hand and arms with gratitude and thanks. How can I really say thank you to people who have changed my life? He-Who-Touched-My-Brain? How to say thank you to so many awesome and caring Folks?
My self management and the level of my Spiritually, the deep place I keep in my mind, heart and mouth is a good place to be. I have placed myself in the prone position, have removed my shoes and have had ceremony with white sage. I feel in my heart and my mind feels unable to comprehend how it is that someone, one so simple as I, may actually touch the eyes of so many others. My Path, has been shared with you, my Guests, and thousands more. So blessed and I am Honored and pleased to report that as of today, we've had 28,000 total Guests and Readers. I am continuously awed, and remain touched by the all of you, my Kindred One's. You've who stopped by to visit this safe place and I. To stick your eyes on in here, check on this ole gimp - me with all of the health and Drama Queen issues. Well, what? It's true. I sit here in my safe place and wish to celebrate that within this technological marvel, there have been 1203 posts/communiques.
This extraordinary community that I have become a part of here on Earth Mother, includes country's from all corners of this beautiful planet. My heart and mind can not or has not figured out yet how some one so simple is to be blessed to communicate and connect with 10's and tens of thousand's of my fellow Mother Earth Mates. Soon, the 30,000th guest will stop by to read the words of a simple one living a life with Meniere's Disease. Thank you. Thank you all.
Welcome to this communique and news update. This message provides me the opportunity to share that we are quickly approaching a total of 30,000 guests and visitors to this blog, Meniere's Disease, My Path. In my heart and core, I sense that some of you have been my Knight's in shinning armour, and I want to thank one and all from my Heart to you, to all guests whether met or not, I share appreciation and much love. May respect and good energies be with you.
A note to my Medical Health and Emotional Health Care Team Mates, I extend my hand and arms with gratitude and thanks. How can I really say thank you to people who have changed my life? He-Who-Touched-My-Brain? How to say thank you to so many awesome and caring Folks?
My self management and the level of my Spiritually, the deep place I keep in my mind, heart and mouth is a good place to be. I have placed myself in the prone position, have removed my shoes and have had ceremony with white sage. I feel in my heart and my mind feels unable to comprehend how it is that someone, one so simple as I, may actually touch the eyes of so many others. My Path, has been shared with you, my Guests, and thousands more. So blessed and I am Honored and pleased to report that as of today, we've had 28,000 total Guests and Readers. I am continuously awed, and remain touched by the all of you, my Kindred One's. You've who stopped by to visit this safe place and I. To stick your eyes on in here, check on this ole gimp - me with all of the health and Drama Queen issues. Well, what? It's true. I sit here in my safe place and wish to celebrate that within this technological marvel, there have been 1203 posts/communiques.
This extraordinary community that I have become a part of here on Earth Mother, includes country's from all corners of this beautiful planet. My heart and mind can not or has not figured out yet how some one so simple is to be blessed to communicate and connect with 10's and tens of thousand's of my fellow Mother Earth Mates. Soon, the 30,000th guest will stop by to read the words of a simple one living a life with Meniere's Disease. Thank you. Thank you all.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Daniel, My Brother and Mari-Liz, His Daughter. A Tribute To Love.
Relations,
Earlier this morning my little brother and I had awesome talks. He was frustrated a bit because of his new cell phone, an item he has never owned in his life. He called me last night too - we both hooted and hollered and spoke as if we haven't seen each other in years. Daniel, my baby brother called me from a place he shares with three roomies down in Miami. Opa Locka specific, yes, but my kid bro is living in a place just a few miles from where we lived as children. Yes!
A short time later my brother called me back, we spoke and talked and reminisced. Told me he had an opportunity to visit with his daughter, my gorgeous niece, whose name I shall not say in print, but will share I love her with all my heart and sincerely love she as if my daughter. I have witnessed with my one ear and my whole heart the indestructible love between a father and his daughter and have felt with my flesh the definition of a love unconditional between a daughter and her Dad. I understand that Mari-Liz, yes, I know, and her Dad have grown to look very similar in appearance over the years. I think this is one of the most extraordinary things I have ever heard. They both had a wonderful visit, and you see Relations, I believe this to be a gift from Great Spirit. A sign from God, from Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah, that the bond between Father and Daughter has remained steadfastly intact. Thank You, Great One!
Just a little while ago, for the first time in damned near twenty years, I called Daniel, my only surviving brother, on his cell phone. He who is still my kid brother even though the years bring him to forty-nine next week, my brother from the very same mixed breed blood, brother.
Well, we got off the phone a few minutes ago. I smile as we pass away the hours talking. I listen to him lose his breath from trying to say so much. God Bless You, my brother. My Lord, please protect him and his daughter. Oh, my dear niece, I wonder if you know.
Mari-Liz, you and your Dad, my brother Daniel, are a testament to God's Blessing's for the bond and love between a daughter and her Dad. Seen.
Earlier this morning my little brother and I had awesome talks. He was frustrated a bit because of his new cell phone, an item he has never owned in his life. He called me last night too - we both hooted and hollered and spoke as if we haven't seen each other in years. Daniel, my baby brother called me from a place he shares with three roomies down in Miami. Opa Locka specific, yes, but my kid bro is living in a place just a few miles from where we lived as children. Yes!
A short time later my brother called me back, we spoke and talked and reminisced. Told me he had an opportunity to visit with his daughter, my gorgeous niece, whose name I shall not say in print, but will share I love her with all my heart and sincerely love she as if my daughter. I have witnessed with my one ear and my whole heart the indestructible love between a father and his daughter and have felt with my flesh the definition of a love unconditional between a daughter and her Dad. I understand that Mari-Liz, yes, I know, and her Dad have grown to look very similar in appearance over the years. I think this is one of the most extraordinary things I have ever heard. They both had a wonderful visit, and you see Relations, I believe this to be a gift from Great Spirit. A sign from God, from Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah, that the bond between Father and Daughter has remained steadfastly intact. Thank You, Great One!
Just a little while ago, for the first time in damned near twenty years, I called Daniel, my only surviving brother, on his cell phone. He who is still my kid brother even though the years bring him to forty-nine next week, my brother from the very same mixed breed blood, brother.
Well, we got off the phone a few minutes ago. I smile as we pass away the hours talking. I listen to him lose his breath from trying to say so much. God Bless You, my brother. My Lord, please protect him and his daughter. Oh, my dear niece, I wonder if you know.
Mari-Liz, you and your Dad, my brother Daniel, are a testament to God's Blessing's for the bond and love between a daughter and her Dad. Seen.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Facial Spasms, Apply
Greetings,
Since waking this morning I have had so many facial spasms that I stopped counting.
There just happened to be a few minutes when I was able to observe from the out side in what it is my face does during some spasms, today for example, the spasms induced expressions differ from one to another. My lips get all goofy and twist to the left - for shits sake, almost as if motioning to someone in the supermarket to where they need to direct themselves. My left eye goes even more droopy and without cause I have this gimped left eye, it's like I look like I want to sleep on the left side of my face, and on the right, I am wide awake. What? Chen, if I knew, you would too.
My dear guest, look, please do me a huge favor. First send me a giant hug. Seen? Then, even if but for a flash, imagine the last cramp/spasm, whenever or wherever you may have had it. Now apply it to your soft supple and sweet cheeks, jowls, and the innards of my face and scalp. I can not explain what is going on when the left side of my face gets all cramped up - sometimes groaning and crying come naturally. I am a Man, yes, but Billy, remember that time we pulled our back muscle? Sometimes life happens and I cry. Why lie? I cry in therapy.
In the garage or in the closet. Sometimes out loud. Sometimes into my pillow.
Yes, like lightening striking within my neurology without notice. I am left dumb and struck. There is nothing I am to do but wait it out. Today, I massaged my face from the inside out. Oh, shit, that hurt me so bad. My neck and back are pained and yes, I have taken medications as prescribed. I must. Absolutely do so. Mommy?
This is my business, this awesome body God let me borrow, my health, mind, and Spirit's. It's necessary for the success of my Better Health Business Plan to do what I must and move along.
I had an asthma attack earlier today while waiting at therapy. Poop. Dung. Crap. Shit! Etcetera.
Since waking this morning I have had so many facial spasms that I stopped counting.
There just happened to be a few minutes when I was able to observe from the out side in what it is my face does during some spasms, today for example, the spasms induced expressions differ from one to another. My lips get all goofy and twist to the left - for shits sake, almost as if motioning to someone in the supermarket to where they need to direct themselves. My left eye goes even more droopy and without cause I have this gimped left eye, it's like I look like I want to sleep on the left side of my face, and on the right, I am wide awake. What? Chen, if I knew, you would too.
My dear guest, look, please do me a huge favor. First send me a giant hug. Seen? Then, even if but for a flash, imagine the last cramp/spasm, whenever or wherever you may have had it. Now apply it to your soft supple and sweet cheeks, jowls, and the innards of my face and scalp. I can not explain what is going on when the left side of my face gets all cramped up - sometimes groaning and crying come naturally. I am a Man, yes, but Billy, remember that time we pulled our back muscle? Sometimes life happens and I cry. Why lie? I cry in therapy.
In the garage or in the closet. Sometimes out loud. Sometimes into my pillow.
Yes, like lightening striking within my neurology without notice. I am left dumb and struck. There is nothing I am to do but wait it out. Today, I massaged my face from the inside out. Oh, shit, that hurt me so bad. My neck and back are pained and yes, I have taken medications as prescribed. I must. Absolutely do so. Mommy?
This is my business, this awesome body God let me borrow, my health, mind, and Spirit's. It's necessary for the success of my Better Health Business Plan to do what I must and move along.
I had an asthma attack earlier today while waiting at therapy. Poop. Dung. Crap. Shit! Etcetera.
These Are My Teachers, Our Children
I have a nephew who is 10 years old, in my ear hole he is the one who's quickly approaching 20. His intelligence leaves me in a state of awe and I am totally at a loss for words when describing my nephew Bubba, I was called Bubba back in some of my teen years. Yeah, one of those things.
Just like I have a love that is super natural when it is said about my young nephew, Tong Tong. These both have provided teachings only God can teach. If I am wrong of anything at all when it comes to my total unconditional love for them, is it would have to be because I am guilty of loving the genius within them both. Such awesome God Blessed gifts. Great day and goodness gracious great balls on fire, both have blown my mind repeatedly.
There are two beautiful Pretty, Pretty Princess's who are also my teachers. Honey's, every thing changes when children ten and younger become the teachers and guide masters. Every thing changes and be ready or not, because all of my beautiful nieces and Great Nieces from Miami. got their Tio like that. What can I say? But, Greatest Holy One, thank you with all my spirit's and life for blessing me with all these power generations. These are the One's who will be the most wise, I see it in their eyes and hear their words in my ear hole.
One of my Great Nephews is my little Dude, Matthew. An awfully handsome fellow hanging out in Fort Lauderdale, with my baby sisters, Rosie-Don't-You-Do-That-To-Them-Boys. Her daughter, my beautiful Native American Niece, May-She-Rise-With-The-Sun, is nephews Mommy. Blessings. I have one nephew who is recently an adolescent, my nephew is a genius. Oh, and how I love it when were all together. What awesome conversation and love Hollywood can't imagine.
May you have a fine and sweet Rash Hashanah and an awesome and Happy New Year!
I love all of my young peoples, with all my heart, mind, body and Soul. These children are the children of my sisters and brother, their children, are my nieces and nephew. Then the one's who are more precious than silver and gold, beyond wonderful gifts from God even are this crew and their lessons for their Tia and I, The Lessons On How To Be Great Grand Parents!
Just like I have a love that is super natural when it is said about my young nephew, Tong Tong. These both have provided teachings only God can teach. If I am wrong of anything at all when it comes to my total unconditional love for them, is it would have to be because I am guilty of loving the genius within them both. Such awesome God Blessed gifts. Great day and goodness gracious great balls on fire, both have blown my mind repeatedly.
There are two beautiful Pretty, Pretty Princess's who are also my teachers. Honey's, every thing changes when children ten and younger become the teachers and guide masters. Every thing changes and be ready or not, because all of my beautiful nieces and Great Nieces from Miami. got their Tio like that. What can I say? But, Greatest Holy One, thank you with all my spirit's and life for blessing me with all these power generations. These are the One's who will be the most wise, I see it in their eyes and hear their words in my ear hole.
One of my Great Nephews is my little Dude, Matthew. An awfully handsome fellow hanging out in Fort Lauderdale, with my baby sisters, Rosie-Don't-You-Do-That-To-Them-Boys. Her daughter, my beautiful Native American Niece, May-She-Rise-With-The-Sun, is nephews Mommy. Blessings. I have one nephew who is recently an adolescent, my nephew is a genius. Oh, and how I love it when were all together. What awesome conversation and love Hollywood can't imagine.
May you have a fine and sweet Rash Hashanah and an awesome and Happy New Year!
I love all of my young peoples, with all my heart, mind, body and Soul. These children are the children of my sisters and brother, their children, are my nieces and nephew. Then the one's who are more precious than silver and gold, beyond wonderful gifts from God even are this crew and their lessons for their Tia and I, The Lessons On How To Be Great Grand Parents!
Medicinal Maddness
Greetings,
Here I am Folks, yes, here I am and I am glad to be here.
There has been way too much pain and agony filling my innards, filling my mind and body's mind to the point that unpleasant thoughts and things have dashed and bounced about from one side of my skull to some part of my neck, back and back to my skull like a pin ball machine's ball bouncing to and fro. I know of what I might say about this topic, but think I'll hold back for now. I reckon my guests have an idea that the pain alive within my skin is on the verge of driving me absolutely mad.
I'm okay with the madness. I mean, it's not like I haven't been here before for shits sake.
We as a Health Care Team have once again smashed into a temporary wall pertaining to what actions might be had or taken currently. Medicinally speaking, I am toxic from the variety of pills, capsules and tablets ingested from my day-to-day regimen, some of these are swallowed several times a day. Lord, you all, I don't know what to say, other than I take these hazardous chemical packed prescribed medicines as ordered by my doctors, physicians and professors. I repeat, I eat these as prescribed. With that being said, there are times when I am so sick from pain, nausea, dizziness and the sounds that it brings me back to what I was sharing a few sentences earlier.
There are certain treatments placed on hold due to the experimentation's with the different medication I am to take. The negative interference by third party's involved in my case do not aid or assist me with this thus far never ending story. There are tests and examinations placed on hold due to my having only the governments insurance. I am a person with disability's. Because there is no co-insurance, the government says no, and I ask myself, what did I just say?
Here I am Folks, yes, here I am and I am glad to be here.
There has been way too much pain and agony filling my innards, filling my mind and body's mind to the point that unpleasant thoughts and things have dashed and bounced about from one side of my skull to some part of my neck, back and back to my skull like a pin ball machine's ball bouncing to and fro. I know of what I might say about this topic, but think I'll hold back for now. I reckon my guests have an idea that the pain alive within my skin is on the verge of driving me absolutely mad.
I'm okay with the madness. I mean, it's not like I haven't been here before for shits sake.
We as a Health Care Team have once again smashed into a temporary wall pertaining to what actions might be had or taken currently. Medicinally speaking, I am toxic from the variety of pills, capsules and tablets ingested from my day-to-day regimen, some of these are swallowed several times a day. Lord, you all, I don't know what to say, other than I take these hazardous chemical packed prescribed medicines as ordered by my doctors, physicians and professors. I repeat, I eat these as prescribed. With that being said, there are times when I am so sick from pain, nausea, dizziness and the sounds that it brings me back to what I was sharing a few sentences earlier.
There are certain treatments placed on hold due to the experimentation's with the different medication I am to take. The negative interference by third party's involved in my case do not aid or assist me with this thus far never ending story. There are tests and examinations placed on hold due to my having only the governments insurance. I am a person with disability's. Because there is no co-insurance, the government says no, and I ask myself, what did I just say?
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