Friday, January 4, 2013
World War Two Live (Original) Aircraft Sound Recording - Luftwaffe Bombe...A Meniere's Symptom
Relations,
A symptom of Meniere's Disease, this is a sound that I listen to and have heard on a regular basis. But please, I ask you multiply by dozens. And then multiply by two more and you would have an idea of what takes place over my Sanctuary's...
...what it is I have listened to between these ears of mine, sometime sounds as if there are maneuver's going in straight as straight can be over my roof...
...over my head, and yes, I have stepped out of doors to check once or twice. After that, I learned.
Meniere's Attacks, Strikes In The New Year
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
America Blimp Goodyear Vintage N3A Houston 1985, A Sound of My Meniere's
Kin,
I have written about this the two or three times I heard the blimp parked straight above and over The House of Seven Window's, our Sanctuary. If memory serves me well, I checked one-motherfucken-time. Them other two or three I did not trouble looking out of doors.
Oh God, yes! I almost forgot. I have a very dear friend ask me one time, "Do you really hear that sound?". Well, we had a heart-to-heart and by the time we disconnected the telephone, my dear Kindred One, knew and understood. This bleeding sucks!
My dearest guests, please listen only to the motor's or engines that create functionality. That horribly load "varoooooooommmmmmmmmm". Listen. And know that I have listened to this noise once for four hours. Loud-so-loud! Laying on my bed looking up at my ceiling and repeating to myself, there's no place like home. There's no place like home. And cried.
For those who are about to listen, please fluctuate the volume up loud and lower then raise again. Loudly dammit too!
I feel a form of indebtedness to Sir Dude, for providing me the idea of attaching the sounds and noises that go on between my ear's, so that others know what I speak of. Absolutely fantastic! Thank you so much Sir Dude!
Meniere's Disease and My 501's
Kin,
Good evening.
Just a brief communique to share how Meniere's has been contesting me today, this second day of January, 2013, while at the building where Sir Dude has his office's. While utilizing the facilities, I had an experience that bordered on an attack, verged on me fainting and was something I really had to work through alone. And did so, quite well even. Almost an out-of-body experience there standing at the porcelain, my 501's undone and having these small green tile in front of my face suddenly become large green tile. I felt first my head and then my body have a swaying motion that went and goes back and forth while I had to fight for sturdy ground beneath my feet. I felt a warm rush of blood to my brains and I grabbed hold of the plumbing to keep steadfastly standing. No, I didn't have the slightest inclination to fall or lay on the tiled floor of that lavatory in the middle of my day. I was wearing my Levi 501's.
This took place immediately prior to that whole Little Blue Bus thingy. Lord, please, let somebody know that I do not take kindly to abandonment. Mucho issues aqui. Seen. Wait, here's a piece of synchronicity today - I had high lighted an issue with abandonment with Sir Dude earlier in session. How it is I am in a different place about that whole mess with abandonment.
Since 2145 I have had an "awwwwwwww'ing" noise going on in my left ear and all evening the right ear has had crickets. By the fecking thousand and are all just damned-way-too-loud! There has been many 'pops' in both of my ears. The left deaf one has suddenly become quite active with these, 'pops'. This past Saturday, I had such a 'pop' in my left ear that I had the sensation of better hearing. No! Really! For what must had been ten seconds I was like 'oh wow - so much better''. Ha! Terd Head here forgot I was deaf in my left ear for just too brief a spell. Oh God, it felt and sounded so great! I have forgotten Lord! I had forgotten! Oh God! My God!
The dizziness has been high for most of today, hanging around the 7 on a scale of 1 - 10. This created uncomfortable situations for me. The nausea, has been present all day. Sometimes very bad and other times not so. I vomited a little into my mouth twice. Once had the medicine I had swallowed earlier and the second time was tea. I mean, what the feck? I have sweat, perspired and misted the majority of today and yet I still remain with this feeling of being bloated.
I fought the sleep and I won! Mixed Blood - 1, Sleep - 0, at the half of the World Cup.
I have been running on three hours sleep over the past thirty-six or so hours of this familiar Non-Sleep. I reckon a form of self imposed unrest this is, eh? A not-so-odd thing about this is that I am really not at all sleepy. Tonight, is now the morn of 03 Jan. 2013.
Think I'll wear my 501's to bed tonight. Yes Sir., breaking in a new pair. Ma'am? Shrink to fit.
Good Morning you all!
Good evening.
Just a brief communique to share how Meniere's has been contesting me today, this second day of January, 2013, while at the building where Sir Dude has his office's. While utilizing the facilities, I had an experience that bordered on an attack, verged on me fainting and was something I really had to work through alone. And did so, quite well even. Almost an out-of-body experience there standing at the porcelain, my 501's undone and having these small green tile in front of my face suddenly become large green tile. I felt first my head and then my body have a swaying motion that went and goes back and forth while I had to fight for sturdy ground beneath my feet. I felt a warm rush of blood to my brains and I grabbed hold of the plumbing to keep steadfastly standing. No, I didn't have the slightest inclination to fall or lay on the tiled floor of that lavatory in the middle of my day. I was wearing my Levi 501's.
This took place immediately prior to that whole Little Blue Bus thingy. Lord, please, let somebody know that I do not take kindly to abandonment. Mucho issues aqui. Seen. Wait, here's a piece of synchronicity today - I had high lighted an issue with abandonment with Sir Dude earlier in session. How it is I am in a different place about that whole mess with abandonment.
Since 2145 I have had an "awwwwwwww'ing" noise going on in my left ear and all evening the right ear has had crickets. By the fecking thousand and are all just damned-way-too-loud! There has been many 'pops' in both of my ears. The left deaf one has suddenly become quite active with these, 'pops'. This past Saturday, I had such a 'pop' in my left ear that I had the sensation of better hearing. No! Really! For what must had been ten seconds I was like 'oh wow - so much better''. Ha! Terd Head here forgot I was deaf in my left ear for just too brief a spell. Oh God, it felt and sounded so great! I have forgotten Lord! I had forgotten! Oh God! My God!
The dizziness has been high for most of today, hanging around the 7 on a scale of 1 - 10. This created uncomfortable situations for me. The nausea, has been present all day. Sometimes very bad and other times not so. I vomited a little into my mouth twice. Once had the medicine I had swallowed earlier and the second time was tea. I mean, what the feck? I have sweat, perspired and misted the majority of today and yet I still remain with this feeling of being bloated.
I fought the sleep and I won! Mixed Blood - 1, Sleep - 0, at the half of the World Cup.
I have been running on three hours sleep over the past thirty-six or so hours of this familiar Non-Sleep. I reckon a form of self imposed unrest this is, eh? A not-so-odd thing about this is that I am really not at all sleepy. Tonight, is now the morn of 03 Jan. 2013.
Think I'll wear my 501's to bed tonight. Yes Sir., breaking in a new pair. Ma'am? Shrink to fit.
Good Morning you all!
Clackers Original 1970s Ball Toy, (My Meniere's Audio Symptom)
Relations,
This is the toy I have often talked about from my youth that I continue to hear in my Deaf Left Ear. And, I have listened to this clacking noise for the past plus forty eight hours. Ma?
Yes, it has affected my sleep, my rest, my conduct and has been overwhelmingly distracting.
Please, press play and listen while you read these few words. Listen to this a few times while adjusting the volume from low to high and back.
This is a symptom of Meniere's Disease. My Path's Meniere's Disease, comes prepackaged with "sounds and noises". This one just happens to be one of those that sticks out something dreadful! On and on and one and on.
For two point one half days. In the morning, in the noon and night. No. No break.
Maybe a new World Record! Would you please consider a listen, please?
'Nuff.
Therapy With Sir Dude, My Therapist And I
Hello.
Yes, today was therapy day for me and my many Me's. I've tried to keep my chin up but it seems to want to dang drag. Therapy went well - there was a missing element of energy. Was it me? Did I do something out of my routine? IDK.
(Not before our gathering)
There were plenty questions and answers, and memorization's of 2012 and plans for 2013. Yes. We had verbal exchanges but I'm not too positive there was a connection with me and the moment. As a fumble might feel or a blocked three pointer. Yes, I had therapy with Sir Dude, my therapist, and I didn't take something that was in the air...
...a smoke signal or a Top Secret message that went un-noticed and slipped straight across my not so straight skull...
...I'm a bobble head. Remember?
Oh and yes, believe I will speak with my Right Good Gentleman Therapist, Sir Dude. Between now and our next visit, for sure. That's my nature. Besides, I would ruminate until sick in the stomach or worse. There was two extreme out of the ordinary exceptions that are really the purpose of my call. Something Sir Dude said about my cane and something that was highly unusual. I am excluding the white noise piece. I hate the white noise.
(Now, after our gathering) and (Totally out of my control)...
...the Bus Folk's forgot about picking me up at Sir Dude's office. Shitty stuff really! Then I had to contend with a no P.R. Telephone Operator at HARTPlus, who was obviously having a bad day. I am not the One, Friend Gurrl. Please, I'm not the One...
...I waited outside from approximately 1230 until 1415. Oh, yes Honey. Then the Folks tried to lie to cover there tracks - please. I think and have thought of those three damned buses that passed me by and wondered, why was it they weren't stopping by to pick me up. Did the drivers know that I am a freak? That I'm a Gimp? I'll be quiet Sir! Did they know I am the last Unicorn? That I am the Last Warrior-Who-Rides-A-White-And-Blue-Pony. I mean, please, and then to lie to me too?
My Very-Best-Good-Friend-In-My-Life, Jimmy called me up. We had a great talk. Talked about Spam. The food Spam, not computer Spam. My Ole Army Buddy - Goodness gracious, we've know one another for so many years. True? It's in the blood, my love and respect for you.
Hallelujah!
Yes, today was therapy day for me and my many Me's. I've tried to keep my chin up but it seems to want to dang drag. Therapy went well - there was a missing element of energy. Was it me? Did I do something out of my routine? IDK.
(Not before our gathering)
There were plenty questions and answers, and memorization's of 2012 and plans for 2013. Yes. We had verbal exchanges but I'm not too positive there was a connection with me and the moment. As a fumble might feel or a blocked three pointer. Yes, I had therapy with Sir Dude, my therapist, and I didn't take something that was in the air...
...a smoke signal or a Top Secret message that went un-noticed and slipped straight across my not so straight skull...
...I'm a bobble head. Remember?
Oh and yes, believe I will speak with my Right Good Gentleman Therapist, Sir Dude. Between now and our next visit, for sure. That's my nature. Besides, I would ruminate until sick in the stomach or worse. There was two extreme out of the ordinary exceptions that are really the purpose of my call. Something Sir Dude said about my cane and something that was highly unusual. I am excluding the white noise piece. I hate the white noise.
(Now, after our gathering) and (Totally out of my control)...
...the Bus Folk's forgot about picking me up at Sir Dude's office. Shitty stuff really! Then I had to contend with a no P.R. Telephone Operator at HARTPlus, who was obviously having a bad day. I am not the One, Friend Gurrl. Please, I'm not the One...
...I waited outside from approximately 1230 until 1415. Oh, yes Honey. Then the Folks tried to lie to cover there tracks - please. I think and have thought of those three damned buses that passed me by and wondered, why was it they weren't stopping by to pick me up. Did the drivers know that I am a freak? That I'm a Gimp? I'll be quiet Sir! Did they know I am the last Unicorn? That I am the Last Warrior-Who-Rides-A-White-And-Blue-Pony. I mean, please, and then to lie to me too?
My Very-Best-Good-Friend-In-My-Life, Jimmy called me up. We had a great talk. Talked about Spam. The food Spam, not computer Spam. My Ole Army Buddy - Goodness gracious, we've know one another for so many years. True? It's in the blood, my love and respect for you.
Hallelujah!
2013, New Year's Blessings
Relations,
As my New Year's wish for Earth Mother and Her inhabitants, I pray for Blessings, love, peace and more peace for One and All...
...good health. Success. The Cure for World Hunger. Good fitting shoes for this new year's Path's and Ways.
I am thankful for my blessings and am whole heartily prepared for this year. Mucho business to attend to and I've got to keep on moving. Yes, really, full speed ahead Captain Kirk!
Thankful for the blue and white pony that will be here soon to take me to Sir Dude's office. Yes, so for real thankful to have therapy the day after such an incredible holiday. There were many times I considered calling you Sir., but thought about walking through those little battles on my own. And I have. Unharmed, other than the emotional goat curried stew that has slow cooked for a period of 365 days. Compressed into a few hundred seconds. Words.
I have spent the past two days listening to the sound of 'clackers' in my Deaf Left Ear. God, forgive me for using your name in vain.
Let me go. I am eager to see Sir Dude. Upon my return home later this afternoon, I will reconnect.
Word.
Yes, yes, Happy New Year!!
p.s. I am the last Unicorn.
As my New Year's wish for Earth Mother and Her inhabitants, I pray for Blessings, love, peace and more peace for One and All...
...good health. Success. The Cure for World Hunger. Good fitting shoes for this new year's Path's and Ways.
I am thankful for my blessings and am whole heartily prepared for this year. Mucho business to attend to and I've got to keep on moving. Yes, really, full speed ahead Captain Kirk!
Thankful for the blue and white pony that will be here soon to take me to Sir Dude's office. Yes, so for real thankful to have therapy the day after such an incredible holiday. There were many times I considered calling you Sir., but thought about walking through those little battles on my own. And I have. Unharmed, other than the emotional goat curried stew that has slow cooked for a period of 365 days. Compressed into a few hundred seconds. Words.
I have spent the past two days listening to the sound of 'clackers' in my Deaf Left Ear. God, forgive me for using your name in vain.
Let me go. I am eager to see Sir Dude. Upon my return home later this afternoon, I will reconnect.
Word.
Yes, yes, Happy New Year!!
p.s. I am the last Unicorn.
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