At this very moment it is 1520 here in Tampa, Florida.
The sky is a big Florida clear blue sky. The Sun is bright and very warm.
In approxitmately 44 minutes a *******, will be executed here in Florida. He will die a peaceful death/induced into sleep and then death by an injection of medications.
This ******, is unfit to be called a Human or even a Man. He lost that right back in 1989. One year after I moved my wife and daughter's up here to Tampa to "get away" from it all down South of here.
******, name is Oba Chandler. He raped, tortured, and killed a mother and her two teen daughters who were here from Ohio on holidays. This ******, took the mother and two daughters out on his boat. He placed duct tape over their mouths, tied them with rope and then did hideous and heinous acts upon them. One at a time...
...it is 1533 at this moment...
...this *******, made these WOmen, watch what ****, was doing to their Kin.
Made each watch the torture and rape. Then watch as ****, tied each with rope to a cement block and throw each one by one into the Waters, I call mine.
This ******, is going to die too fucking easy today. I am a simple person and there have been plenty of injustices witnessed by me in my day's here on Mother Earth. Even times when I had doubt about a person's innocence. Especially when it comes to People of Color or minorities. Don't ask.
But this *******, would be better off burned to death, slowly. Like the White's did here and in England to those they thought were witches...
...it's 1540 at this instant...
...bullets would be unjustly spent, wasted and would do nothing but expedite this *******, death. Maybe not even what the French did with the guillotine is enough justice flowing through my blood. Not even turning **** loose in General Public would bring satifaction.
This ******, changed and scarred an entire tri-county area. I will never ever forget the horror's of what went through my mind as a husband, a father and as a Survivor of Incest, Rape and Sexual Abuse.
Oh My Dearest Great Spirit, forgive me for my thoughts and inablilty to pray for this ******. I do pray that please, that You, take *****, away from here. To serve his eternity else where.
...it's 1554...
And as One from the outside looking in, Justice will not be served until this *****, is executed. It's too damned bad the state took the electric chair away. I would have wanted the Officer of the Day, stop after a minute or two. Then resume the pulse of electricity flowing through ***** body until fire and smoke raised from the skull of this ******.
...it is 1557...
The remainder of this is in Great Spirit's hands. It is time for me to back off and Let It Be God's Will, Not Mine...
...it's 1559...
Fuck You Oba Chandler!!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Single Side Deaf & Hard of Hearing
Thought I would lay down to sleep, but I laid down to have my mind flooded with memories and the sounds and noises in my ears. Remembering certain songs I sure as hell listened to with both ears and those with one. For me, it's sad to say, I have forgotten what it hears like to listen with both ears...
...there's way too many good times and songs and concerts to remember with both ears. No, it's not the same with my implant on and activated at a concert. I know because I have tried it. There was one time when somehow and or someway, when Brenda and I went to see George Michael, a couple years ago it was right on the money! I don't think I even took the processor off. Oh my God, and to have been with-in a few feet of one of my Life Long favorites, it was a dream come true. It really was just like he was performing for Brenda and I alone. If he had wanted tea or a cock-tail or two we would've had him over, but he really did have to go after the show...
...let me stop it! All this drama and scandal up in here!
I remember listening to George Straight with both and one. Reba was with One Ear. Listened to my Sweet Tanya Tucker, with both once and One-sided deaf once at the Strawberry Festival. Sure as shit and had all of these "older folk" look at me with their odd eye balls looking because I had a computer attached to the side of my skull. Hell, I really truly believe Tanya, was making eye's with mine damned near the whole show. She sure did make me feel special. Yes, we were that close, and yes, I love Tanya Tucker, and Yes, she kept looking at me trying to remember, "where in the hell do I remember this S.O.B. from"?. Or so I would like to think, because the last her eye's met mine we were both 12 years old and we met over at George Jones and Tammy's house. God, know's I remember.
I have seen and listened to Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks and Lidsay in show so many times I have forgotten how many.......all before I lost my Left Deaf Ear. Listened to and enjoyed Donna Summers with both. Grace Jones too!
John "Cougar" Mellancamp, Lover Boy. Michael Jackson with The Jackson's. Bob James. Tim McGraw. Faith Hill. Kenny Cheney, all were in show while I had both ears...
...Alan Jackson was with One. George Straight was once with both. Reba and Lee Ann Womack, Brian Miller, all with One Ear. All too many to remember!
The Point? I think some of us who have lost hearing and or are losing hearing, there comes a point that is refered to as prior to and post of. It's a Deaf thang, you wouldn't understand.
There is AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE, I wish to SHARE with one and all. That is, when One person in the family has a hearing problem, the whole family has a hearing problem. I have magazines here with articles from every walk of life, there is information on equipment that appears to cost the same as used trucks or jeeps, and if folks, worked as a team, much could be accomplished. There are too many folks not listening to me. You see? When someone tells me "you don't hear" or "you don't listen", I already know that. I'm the one that can not drive to and from. So I wonder and think to myself, who is this that can't listen? There are many pieces of equipment that I would make my life a safer place to be and my home a safer place to live...
...it's a mighty big damned shame when money becomes an issue and an even bigger shame when Folks in the Circle, forget that I really am Single Sided Deaf and Hard of Hearing. I've seen it in their eye's, you see?
Maybe it should not puzzle me as much as it does. But, it does.
Have I been forfeited?
...there's way too many good times and songs and concerts to remember with both ears. No, it's not the same with my implant on and activated at a concert. I know because I have tried it. There was one time when somehow and or someway, when Brenda and I went to see George Michael, a couple years ago it was right on the money! I don't think I even took the processor off. Oh my God, and to have been with-in a few feet of one of my Life Long favorites, it was a dream come true. It really was just like he was performing for Brenda and I alone. If he had wanted tea or a cock-tail or two we would've had him over, but he really did have to go after the show...
...let me stop it! All this drama and scandal up in here!
I remember listening to George Straight with both and one. Reba was with One Ear. Listened to my Sweet Tanya Tucker, with both once and One-sided deaf once at the Strawberry Festival. Sure as shit and had all of these "older folk" look at me with their odd eye balls looking because I had a computer attached to the side of my skull. Hell, I really truly believe Tanya, was making eye's with mine damned near the whole show. She sure did make me feel special. Yes, we were that close, and yes, I love Tanya Tucker, and Yes, she kept looking at me trying to remember, "where in the hell do I remember this S.O.B. from"?. Or so I would like to think, because the last her eye's met mine we were both 12 years old and we met over at George Jones and Tammy's house. God, know's I remember.
I have seen and listened to Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks and Lidsay in show so many times I have forgotten how many.......all before I lost my Left Deaf Ear. Listened to and enjoyed Donna Summers with both. Grace Jones too!
John "Cougar" Mellancamp, Lover Boy. Michael Jackson with The Jackson's. Bob James. Tim McGraw. Faith Hill. Kenny Cheney, all were in show while I had both ears...
...Alan Jackson was with One. George Straight was once with both. Reba and Lee Ann Womack, Brian Miller, all with One Ear. All too many to remember!
The Point? I think some of us who have lost hearing and or are losing hearing, there comes a point that is refered to as prior to and post of. It's a Deaf thang, you wouldn't understand.
There is AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE, I wish to SHARE with one and all. That is, when One person in the family has a hearing problem, the whole family has a hearing problem. I have magazines here with articles from every walk of life, there is information on equipment that appears to cost the same as used trucks or jeeps, and if folks, worked as a team, much could be accomplished. There are too many folks not listening to me. You see? When someone tells me "you don't hear" or "you don't listen", I already know that. I'm the one that can not drive to and from. So I wonder and think to myself, who is this that can't listen? There are many pieces of equipment that I would make my life a safer place to be and my home a safer place to live...
...it's a mighty big damned shame when money becomes an issue and an even bigger shame when Folks in the Circle, forget that I really am Single Sided Deaf and Hard of Hearing. I've seen it in their eye's, you see?
Maybe it should not puzzle me as much as it does. But, it does.
Have I been forfeited?
Meniere's Report, 14 November 2011
Very much based on the amount of sleep I have had since the 11th, I do in fact conclude I had an attack of Meniere's/Vertigo of some form or another on that day.
The sleeping and the amount of extreme exhaustion I have carried, besides eveything that I had shared with you, my guest, on that day, brings to the forefront of mind, self-sense and self-awareness that yes, I had an attack on 11.11.11.
...although I knew, and even though I fought hard to remain functional and maintain a level headedness, I failed miserably. The sleep is what assisted me most in getting through these past complicated three days. I pushed where and when I was able...
...even accompanied Brenda and Baby Daughter, to The Big Red Box Store. After maybe fifteen minutes and two or three wobbles and knocks into end-caps, I began to sweat profusely. As if I was suddenly melting in an air conditioned big red box...
There is a peculiar and yet another symptom to mention about the symptoms I've experianced with this miserable Meniere's Disease. I've experianced this when walking and or sitting even. It is this, I have seen "my World" tilt! As in tilting! A good degree lean and tilt. What I am positivly knowing is that I have seen my world tilt to the left. I mean, one moment at the store with the big red dot, I was walking down an aisle and I saw all the folks leaning, the product aisle's were tilting and leaning. This episode was a ZAP!, but I have had these episodes last maybe three or four minutes. I had the pretty red buggy to brace myself with until the all clear was givin. Them that last a few minutes are the ones I lay down for. It is also these episodes that stir up laying syptoms of meniere's. I can tell you this. This has happened while viewing the televion. Just up and "Life" goes tilted...
...my right hard of hearing ear is still host to giant crickets and cicada's. I wear a mist of perspiration at the instant and am dizzy with a mix of coordination and balance issue's. Nausea is mid. I am sleepy.
Great Spirit, Please, guide my words and my mind to a peacful place as I tip-tap along alone here this afternoon...
I know I have tried to communicate to others on the "where" it is I find myself at any given moment/minute on this, My Path. I sure as hell have communicated with words spoken aloud to a good number of Relations. MOST surely to them close to me, with-in my Circle, AND on the business end of it of all, THE PROFESSIONALS, who are suppossedly engaged with my life's ado's. Them also known as "Them-Who-Are-Getting-Paid", are hired to council and teach me and the all of me, and lead me and we away from where I have strayed and have faltered. The breakage. I feel in my hearts heart, my words are not being heard. As if I speak into an empty room. Them with "busy" ear's, hmmm, them with no ears. Don't hear the breakage.
Don't you see that all I need is LOVE?! YES, I am human. A simple, yet complicated One who just needs LOVE, PEACE and UNDERSTADING. I mean Good God? How is it that when I speak I get into trouble?! And how is it that if i do not speak...really? I need you to be more here with me than other where. Listening. Listening? No names mentioned. Just really, en'it okay you help me this time? I mean, I am tired of living like this. My mind. My body. How can One, support another with the word "no" too much included. The word No implies a negative energy. While it is one, one must hear on occassion, it's the positive's that are not here. How can One apply Good, Bright, and Hard Worked For Energies, into something that has had a "no, you can't or a "no, you won't"...
...uhhhh, I am feeling in my very Spirit right know that this is counter to where I am headed. I can't stop! I won't stop! There's so much at stake. There IS just SO much at stake. I am TOO DAMNED YOUNG to have a top placed on the top of my name. The claustrophob won't let me go any further on that note. Please, just help me move ahead not hold me down.
This morning I awoke late and am ready for a return to Dream World. Yes, I am exhausted, ache and hurt...
The Morris Code I am listening to in my Deaf Left Ear is frantic. And so loud! It is as if whoever is sending out this message, it is being sent out desperately. Poor Folks, I sense with it radiating highly in my intuition that this message is sent from way up high. Maybe this "Top Secret" code message is intended for me and I alone. I don't know. I've just never thought of this like that before...
...odd, and yet comfortable intuitions are stirred. Am Blessed to meet you Ma'am and yes, you may lodge here with my family and I. For you are the One Queen, The One Mother of God, Creator of All the Heavans and Earth Mother, I Open My Heart To You And Say You Are The One Mother Of God, and I Acceppt Your Son, Jesus Christ as my Holy Savior. Amen.
Yes, then yes and yes. Love, peace and more peace, mario
...am I just a memory?
The sleeping and the amount of extreme exhaustion I have carried, besides eveything that I had shared with you, my guest, on that day, brings to the forefront of mind, self-sense and self-awareness that yes, I had an attack on 11.11.11.
...although I knew, and even though I fought hard to remain functional and maintain a level headedness, I failed miserably. The sleep is what assisted me most in getting through these past complicated three days. I pushed where and when I was able...
...even accompanied Brenda and Baby Daughter, to The Big Red Box Store. After maybe fifteen minutes and two or three wobbles and knocks into end-caps, I began to sweat profusely. As if I was suddenly melting in an air conditioned big red box...
There is a peculiar and yet another symptom to mention about the symptoms I've experianced with this miserable Meniere's Disease. I've experianced this when walking and or sitting even. It is this, I have seen "my World" tilt! As in tilting! A good degree lean and tilt. What I am positivly knowing is that I have seen my world tilt to the left. I mean, one moment at the store with the big red dot, I was walking down an aisle and I saw all the folks leaning, the product aisle's were tilting and leaning. This episode was a ZAP!, but I have had these episodes last maybe three or four minutes. I had the pretty red buggy to brace myself with until the all clear was givin. Them that last a few minutes are the ones I lay down for. It is also these episodes that stir up laying syptoms of meniere's. I can tell you this. This has happened while viewing the televion. Just up and "Life" goes tilted...
...my right hard of hearing ear is still host to giant crickets and cicada's. I wear a mist of perspiration at the instant and am dizzy with a mix of coordination and balance issue's. Nausea is mid. I am sleepy.
Great Spirit, Please, guide my words and my mind to a peacful place as I tip-tap along alone here this afternoon...
I know I have tried to communicate to others on the "where" it is I find myself at any given moment/minute on this, My Path. I sure as hell have communicated with words spoken aloud to a good number of Relations. MOST surely to them close to me, with-in my Circle, AND on the business end of it of all, THE PROFESSIONALS, who are suppossedly engaged with my life's ado's. Them also known as "Them-Who-Are-Getting-Paid", are hired to council and teach me and the all of me, and lead me and we away from where I have strayed and have faltered. The breakage. I feel in my hearts heart, my words are not being heard. As if I speak into an empty room. Them with "busy" ear's, hmmm, them with no ears. Don't hear the breakage.
Don't you see that all I need is LOVE?! YES, I am human. A simple, yet complicated One who just needs LOVE, PEACE and UNDERSTADING. I mean Good God? How is it that when I speak I get into trouble?! And how is it that if i do not speak...really? I need you to be more here with me than other where. Listening. Listening? No names mentioned. Just really, en'it okay you help me this time? I mean, I am tired of living like this. My mind. My body. How can One, support another with the word "no" too much included. The word No implies a negative energy. While it is one, one must hear on occassion, it's the positive's that are not here. How can One apply Good, Bright, and Hard Worked For Energies, into something that has had a "no, you can't or a "no, you won't"...
...uhhhh, I am feeling in my very Spirit right know that this is counter to where I am headed. I can't stop! I won't stop! There's so much at stake. There IS just SO much at stake. I am TOO DAMNED YOUNG to have a top placed on the top of my name. The claustrophob won't let me go any further on that note. Please, just help me move ahead not hold me down.
This morning I awoke late and am ready for a return to Dream World. Yes, I am exhausted, ache and hurt...
The Morris Code I am listening to in my Deaf Left Ear is frantic. And so loud! It is as if whoever is sending out this message, it is being sent out desperately. Poor Folks, I sense with it radiating highly in my intuition that this message is sent from way up high. Maybe this "Top Secret" code message is intended for me and I alone. I don't know. I've just never thought of this like that before...
...odd, and yet comfortable intuitions are stirred. Am Blessed to meet you Ma'am and yes, you may lodge here with my family and I. For you are the One Queen, The One Mother of God, Creator of All the Heavans and Earth Mother, I Open My Heart To You And Say You Are The One Mother Of God, and I Acceppt Your Son, Jesus Christ as my Holy Savior. Amen.
Yes, then yes and yes. Love, peace and more peace, mario
...am I just a memory?
Friday, November 11, 2011
Happy Veteran's Day
From my Warrior Spirit's to every Veteran in the U.S.of A., I pass on my prayers and hopes that all Veterans will in some way, no matter how minute,
be acknowledged and remembered today. I say special prayers for the +115,000 Vets who are homeless and sleeping on the streets of the country they put their lives on the the lines for...
...to those from WWII, them that survived and to them who were slaughtered, I send a special thanks. Them who fought in The Korean War, I send my special thanks. To all of my Brothers and Sisters who served during The Vietnam War, them who are living and to them who have their names on The Wall in D.C., my prayers are with you. Too many memories remained tucked away of the stories I was told of this war, I remember the news and press...the helecopters that made that dreadful whomp-whomp noise that saved so many of our fellows laying on the ground of a forgrein country. To the Veterans who conducted invasions of Grenada and Panama, I thank you. To our Veterans who fought in Operation Deseart Storm and to those who have have fought in Iraq, Afghanistan and I suspect through out the Middle East, thank you my American brothers and sisters. In these recent wars my heart and Spirit's have been damamged by the slaughter and loss of over 5,000 U.S. WOmen and Men serving in every branch of our Military.
I wish to say thanks to those of us who served our country during The Cold War. I missed Vietnam by three or four years. And Hell yes, if I had been three or four years older, I would have enlisted/volunteered for this Country of Mine and Ours.
I wish to thank my Cherokee Grandmother's parents, Grand parents, and their grand parents, who lived and fought against this country's military. As I wish to thank my Grand Father's Grand Father, who fought in the Civil War against the Yankee's of the North. From that generation on, we have had Kinfolk in our countries Military uniform.
Pride and Duty for our Homeland.
God Bless you, every Veteran! And God Bless America!
be acknowledged and remembered today. I say special prayers for the +115,000 Vets who are homeless and sleeping on the streets of the country they put their lives on the the lines for...
...to those from WWII, them that survived and to them who were slaughtered, I send a special thanks. Them who fought in The Korean War, I send my special thanks. To all of my Brothers and Sisters who served during The Vietnam War, them who are living and to them who have their names on The Wall in D.C., my prayers are with you. Too many memories remained tucked away of the stories I was told of this war, I remember the news and press...the helecopters that made that dreadful whomp-whomp noise that saved so many of our fellows laying on the ground of a forgrein country. To the Veterans who conducted invasions of Grenada and Panama, I thank you. To our Veterans who fought in Operation Deseart Storm and to those who have have fought in Iraq, Afghanistan and I suspect through out the Middle East, thank you my American brothers and sisters. In these recent wars my heart and Spirit's have been damamged by the slaughter and loss of over 5,000 U.S. WOmen and Men serving in every branch of our Military.
I wish to say thanks to those of us who served our country during The Cold War. I missed Vietnam by three or four years. And Hell yes, if I had been three or four years older, I would have enlisted/volunteered for this Country of Mine and Ours.
I wish to thank my Cherokee Grandmother's parents, Grand parents, and their grand parents, who lived and fought against this country's military. As I wish to thank my Grand Father's Grand Father, who fought in the Civil War against the Yankee's of the North. From that generation on, we have had Kinfolk in our countries Military uniform.
Pride and Duty for our Homeland.
God Bless you, every Veteran! And God Bless America!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Multi's and a Beaver Moon, 11.11.11
I am uncertain if I have ever, ever shared this on this blogg, and if I have not, I suspect there's mighty good reasons why I have not. The primary being - I am ashamed and embarrassed about what I am about to share with my Relations. I ask only that I not be judged.
Alright then, back in 1988 or 1989, one of my favorite psychcologist compared me to Sybil and the diagnosis Multi Personality Disoder was applied to my name as everything around me seemed to freeze in a moment of time. I was blown away by these words and required a bit of one-on-one and plenty of reading articles and study. Over the years of intensive therapy, thousands of dollars for this therapy and with two very supportative support groups, I was able to consolidate my alter's. Every once in a while, one will surface and I sometimes lose the best of me, but glad to say I am able to communicate with them. Hell, my wife, daughter's, and my daer life long friend, Old Kindred Spirit, picks up on a guest before I do. There are several and most all of them are named. Over the course of much time and practice, the consolidation has assisted me in reporting that these are now more so, Multi-Ego's than Multi Personalities...
...Ha! For me, Mustafa will always be Mustafa. He is the advocate and militant from with-in. Mustafa, takes shit from no one. Mikey is my playful boy and mishief maker. Monty, is a really "out-there" queen and he too can also be overly mischievous at times. Matter of a fact, she was a back-ground character in the movie, Too Wong Fu, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar. He's quite the trouble maker too. Marie, the only woman that lives with in, is a beautiful WOman with long brunette hair, big brown eye's, a Cher like body, with a wonderful sense of humour and she's a lover not a fighter. But, she don't take no shit either. I suppose Marie is the peace maker of the bunch too. With a bit of assertiveness too.
There are others I could share about, but I think I've said enough.and have introduced you to a few of my alter's this evening. I wonder if I've shared too much or said too much. It doesn't matter now, this has been said. So let it be known then.
It was also during this time frame 1988-1989 that I was diagnosed as PTSD.
Just four to five years before to this, I was an Anorexic.
Things that make you say, Damn Duuuuuuuuuude.
And now for something completely different.
We are experiancing a Beaver Moon out tonight. The Moon is so bright it is lighting up our sanctuary and preserve behind our lodge with a bright and beautiful light. With a constant flow of low flying clouds this offers an idea of how past Floridians looked to the sky and with such a bright moon was able to task into the night. This is also the time when Beaver, works hard to prepare his and her lodging with food stuffs and branchs for comfort as well as to re-enforce their dam and home.
If you are able to take just a peak at the Beaver Moon, make it so. This will not happen again for many years to come. Very much lile last years Harvest Moon.
I've said enough. Please remember this, I ask that you not judge me for what I have shared.
Love, peace and more peace, Mario
Alright then, back in 1988 or 1989, one of my favorite psychcologist compared me to Sybil and the diagnosis Multi Personality Disoder was applied to my name as everything around me seemed to freeze in a moment of time. I was blown away by these words and required a bit of one-on-one and plenty of reading articles and study. Over the years of intensive therapy, thousands of dollars for this therapy and with two very supportative support groups, I was able to consolidate my alter's. Every once in a while, one will surface and I sometimes lose the best of me, but glad to say I am able to communicate with them. Hell, my wife, daughter's, and my daer life long friend, Old Kindred Spirit, picks up on a guest before I do. There are several and most all of them are named. Over the course of much time and practice, the consolidation has assisted me in reporting that these are now more so, Multi-Ego's than Multi Personalities...
...Ha! For me, Mustafa will always be Mustafa. He is the advocate and militant from with-in. Mustafa, takes shit from no one. Mikey is my playful boy and mishief maker. Monty, is a really "out-there" queen and he too can also be overly mischievous at times. Matter of a fact, she was a back-ground character in the movie, Too Wong Fu, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar. He's quite the trouble maker too. Marie, the only woman that lives with in, is a beautiful WOman with long brunette hair, big brown eye's, a Cher like body, with a wonderful sense of humour and she's a lover not a fighter. But, she don't take no shit either. I suppose Marie is the peace maker of the bunch too. With a bit of assertiveness too.
There are others I could share about, but I think I've said enough.and have introduced you to a few of my alter's this evening. I wonder if I've shared too much or said too much. It doesn't matter now, this has been said. So let it be known then.
It was also during this time frame 1988-1989 that I was diagnosed as PTSD.
Just four to five years before to this, I was an Anorexic.
Things that make you say, Damn Duuuuuuuuuude.
And now for something completely different.
We are experiancing a Beaver Moon out tonight. The Moon is so bright it is lighting up our sanctuary and preserve behind our lodge with a bright and beautiful light. With a constant flow of low flying clouds this offers an idea of how past Floridians looked to the sky and with such a bright moon was able to task into the night. This is also the time when Beaver, works hard to prepare his and her lodging with food stuffs and branchs for comfort as well as to re-enforce their dam and home.
If you are able to take just a peak at the Beaver Moon, make it so. This will not happen again for many years to come. Very much lile last years Harvest Moon.
I've said enough. Please remember this, I ask that you not judge me for what I have shared.
Love, peace and more peace, Mario
Meniere's Disease Report, 11.11.11
The sysmptoms I am experiancing at this precise moment are quite uncomfortable. I am willing myself to combat these disgusting symptoms so that I may spend some time with you, my guest. Earlier today I gardened a bit and watered my Central Park, as there were some flowering plants that looked as if they needed a sip of water or some. Pulled a couple/few weeds, watched the hounds run amuck, and listened to what sounded like rapid gunfire up and around the corner over yonder. Those construction workers are working as if their lives depended on it...
...I mean it was like pop-pop-pop-bang-pop-bang, all the damned short day!
What I began to experiance then is what drew me back into the lodge. I had become scary dizzy and felt for sure I was headed for an attck of vertigo. Fortunatly, I was able to walk in and relax in my favorite spot...
...making and seeing objects out of the pop corn ceiling in an attempt to focus and calm myself. I really think I experianced some sort of Meniere's related episode, yet really don't think I had an all out Meniere's Attack. Seems as if it was low on the Richter Scale, yet produced several issues that are common for me post vertigo/meniere's attacl. I have been in a weak spell since, requireing to rise from sitting slowly, use the walls to my advantage besides the quad can, and focused on walking with purpose. It has really been a bad tough day with the Meniere's Disease, the cervical spine issues, breathing and coughing issues, balance issues related to the dizzy - possible Meniere's spell earlier, and am afraid I may be heading towards another battle with respiratory health issues. All if which, are my issues...
...please?
At this moment the dizziness is moving along at a controlled pace with medication prescribed for me by my doctor, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I am dizzy yes, the type of dizzy like a spin about on the Merry-Go-Round dizzy.
I highly suspect the nausea is due to the dizziness. Have had this spell of dizziness on me all damned day you see. And the nausea has followed. I ate dinner earlier this evening and I can share with you that the nausea is so there in my throat, I am retasting what I ate from time to time as I try not to vomit. Which yes, I find disgusting and gross.
I am wearing a cap of perspiration and a necklase of sweat. It is cool in the lodge as we have a cold front coming through. So, no it does not make much sense to me. Fan is blowing on low.
The sounds I have had in my Deaf Left ear has been the ringing of an old-fashioned telephone! I can now say I have heard the ringing - so many people speak of who have Meniere's. Yes, it was a shitty symptom, but it sure did bring some nostalgia. Folks, I used to love the weight and ring of those old telephones. They were so heavy, one could've used one as a weapon. These are the sounds a person who is hard of Hearing could hear. That's how loud the ringing was. I tell you this, I sure as hell have been listening to this freaking ringings off and on all damned day.
My right bad good ear has had a poor Hearing day and is presently listening to crickets that must stand about 3.5 Feet tall, as these bastards are so loud it distracts me from what I am doing at the time and thus, require a follow up to make sure all is good when tasking and distracted by the Cricket Symphony. It is so odd how this flip flops between my ears. I don't know - I leave it up to Dr. Danner...
...aka He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I love him, I respect him and I have trusted him with my life. What more can one say about his or her doctor? He Rocks! And I really do love him as a member of my family. May Great Spirit, always Bless doctors hand's and his wonderful bedside manners.
The Funky Worms are in full recreation mode this evening. Probably listening to some Funk. And yes, I have taken my medicine for that too.
Tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with my Internal Specialist. Will with visit and gather with She-Who-Is-A-Lovely-Doctor. Issues and matters of health will be conducted. Results of Laboratory work will be discussed and I will bring in my Sugar Diabtic Log where I have journaled my sugar levels on an every morning basis.
My Health is my Business. I must invest into my Health's future by being a healthier person today. Chip, chip away at old processes or routines. Eliminate negative energies from my Health or deal with them head on.
Speaking of which, I continue to wait for a call from the hospital with the name of My Home State. Last week I was promised by She-Who-Is-An-Administrator, that she would call me this past Monday. Well, I have waited for her call long enough. In the morrow, I will call She. After all, this pertains to my Health and some issues that occured while a patient in her hospital.
Great Spirit, Bless my road to recovery and assist me in being mindful of self and other's as I walk My Path to a Healthier state of being.
...I mean it was like pop-pop-pop-bang-pop-bang, all the damned short day!
What I began to experiance then is what drew me back into the lodge. I had become scary dizzy and felt for sure I was headed for an attck of vertigo. Fortunatly, I was able to walk in and relax in my favorite spot...
...making and seeing objects out of the pop corn ceiling in an attempt to focus and calm myself. I really think I experianced some sort of Meniere's related episode, yet really don't think I had an all out Meniere's Attack. Seems as if it was low on the Richter Scale, yet produced several issues that are common for me post vertigo/meniere's attacl. I have been in a weak spell since, requireing to rise from sitting slowly, use the walls to my advantage besides the quad can, and focused on walking with purpose. It has really been a bad tough day with the Meniere's Disease, the cervical spine issues, breathing and coughing issues, balance issues related to the dizzy - possible Meniere's spell earlier, and am afraid I may be heading towards another battle with respiratory health issues. All if which, are my issues...
...please?
At this moment the dizziness is moving along at a controlled pace with medication prescribed for me by my doctor, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I am dizzy yes, the type of dizzy like a spin about on the Merry-Go-Round dizzy.
I highly suspect the nausea is due to the dizziness. Have had this spell of dizziness on me all damned day you see. And the nausea has followed. I ate dinner earlier this evening and I can share with you that the nausea is so there in my throat, I am retasting what I ate from time to time as I try not to vomit. Which yes, I find disgusting and gross.
I am wearing a cap of perspiration and a necklase of sweat. It is cool in the lodge as we have a cold front coming through. So, no it does not make much sense to me. Fan is blowing on low.
The sounds I have had in my Deaf Left ear has been the ringing of an old-fashioned telephone! I can now say I have heard the ringing - so many people speak of who have Meniere's. Yes, it was a shitty symptom, but it sure did bring some nostalgia. Folks, I used to love the weight and ring of those old telephones. They were so heavy, one could've used one as a weapon. These are the sounds a person who is hard of Hearing could hear. That's how loud the ringing was. I tell you this, I sure as hell have been listening to this freaking ringings off and on all damned day.
My right bad good ear has had a poor Hearing day and is presently listening to crickets that must stand about 3.5 Feet tall, as these bastards are so loud it distracts me from what I am doing at the time and thus, require a follow up to make sure all is good when tasking and distracted by the Cricket Symphony. It is so odd how this flip flops between my ears. I don't know - I leave it up to Dr. Danner...
...aka He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I love him, I respect him and I have trusted him with my life. What more can one say about his or her doctor? He Rocks! And I really do love him as a member of my family. May Great Spirit, always Bless doctors hand's and his wonderful bedside manners.
The Funky Worms are in full recreation mode this evening. Probably listening to some Funk. And yes, I have taken my medicine for that too.
Tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with my Internal Specialist. Will with visit and gather with She-Who-Is-A-Lovely-Doctor. Issues and matters of health will be conducted. Results of Laboratory work will be discussed and I will bring in my Sugar Diabtic Log where I have journaled my sugar levels on an every morning basis.
My Health is my Business. I must invest into my Health's future by being a healthier person today. Chip, chip away at old processes or routines. Eliminate negative energies from my Health or deal with them head on.
Speaking of which, I continue to wait for a call from the hospital with the name of My Home State. Last week I was promised by She-Who-Is-An-Administrator, that she would call me this past Monday. Well, I have waited for her call long enough. In the morrow, I will call She. After all, this pertains to my Health and some issues that occured while a patient in her hospital.
Great Spirit, Bless my road to recovery and assist me in being mindful of self and other's as I walk My Path to a Healthier state of being.
Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester Turtle
Our two God given turtle's Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester are doing very, very well. So much so, they've both grown in size and weight. And Aunt Helen is some sort of eating machine for real! She will go through a cube of frozen worms in less than two minutes. Uncle Chester's not to big on the worm thing. He perfers the Turtle food over anything else...
...and speaking of which, three of the four fish we purchased for them are still alive and living it good too. They eat the scaps and the unmentionables...oh hell, they eat the turtles shit and scraps left over from their meals. Neither one has figured out that these cute little neighbour fish of their's is actually their food. I mean really, the fish swim about as Aunt Helen swims about. The one with Uncle Chester, stays in hiding. Po thang.
I am not remembering if I shared this already or not, but we had to buy a seperate aquarium for Aunt Helen. I was eye-balling five gallon tanks thinking it would be nice...
...well, I'm glad I stuck with a ten gallon because she's growing like crazy. I mean like right before my eyes she has grown and has grown strong. The rocks I have placed in her tank are pushed about like pebbles. It's no wonder with the way she eats. I suppose. Soon, I don't know if I'll be able to handle her much more. Maybe come spring we'll release her into the channel behind our lodge and preserve. I suspect that was the place both turtles were meant to be. Somehow, they lost their inner compass and ended up here at our sanctuary.
I wonder really if they might have co-existed, but I read that it might not be such a good idea. It's a shame because it's so cute watching them look at one another from one tank to another. It's also cute to observe them both soaking up the Sun as they face the South East. And it's always the South East. Perhaps I'll do a little study on this oddity.
Anyways, I really just wanted to fill you all in on the latest with our God Blessed gifts, Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester Turtle.
I've fallen in love with both of them. I just couldn't help it. As we have rescued hounds, we also have rescued turtles. I love it like that.
...and speaking of which, three of the four fish we purchased for them are still alive and living it good too. They eat the scaps and the unmentionables...oh hell, they eat the turtles shit and scraps left over from their meals. Neither one has figured out that these cute little neighbour fish of their's is actually their food. I mean really, the fish swim about as Aunt Helen swims about. The one with Uncle Chester, stays in hiding. Po thang.
I am not remembering if I shared this already or not, but we had to buy a seperate aquarium for Aunt Helen. I was eye-balling five gallon tanks thinking it would be nice...
...well, I'm glad I stuck with a ten gallon because she's growing like crazy. I mean like right before my eyes she has grown and has grown strong. The rocks I have placed in her tank are pushed about like pebbles. It's no wonder with the way she eats. I suppose. Soon, I don't know if I'll be able to handle her much more. Maybe come spring we'll release her into the channel behind our lodge and preserve. I suspect that was the place both turtles were meant to be. Somehow, they lost their inner compass and ended up here at our sanctuary.
I wonder really if they might have co-existed, but I read that it might not be such a good idea. It's a shame because it's so cute watching them look at one another from one tank to another. It's also cute to observe them both soaking up the Sun as they face the South East. And it's always the South East. Perhaps I'll do a little study on this oddity.
Anyways, I really just wanted to fill you all in on the latest with our God Blessed gifts, Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester Turtle.
I've fallen in love with both of them. I just couldn't help it. As we have rescued hounds, we also have rescued turtles. I love it like that.
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