After Miss. S. and I had a brief break in our testing and communicating this afternoon, I had this peculiarly loud tone that was neither a hum nor a beep - but somewhere between the two sounds and noises. Since then the sound revisits, stays a spell then moves along and then the process repeats itself naturally. I don't know specifics or the whys and what nots and shit.
Never any louder than it was there in the office with with Miss. S. I wanted to ask her if she heard what I was hearing, but have learned not to. At this very instant the sounds in my right ear is so loud that it competes with the song on the itunes. The sounds of Tarzan's Jungle are roaring as loud as if they're all on the way to assist Tarzan with some noble endeavour or another. The sounds and noises are so loud that what I am experiencing right now is very truly inhumane. I know this! If we were to subject Folks to these absurd sounds out loud - there are many who would consider this a form of torture. As for me, I take my medication as ordered. I try to rest when I can while having these types of issues and when I am surrounded by the sleep, I attempt to remain awake and be productive as possible with out placing myself in harms way..
I am trying real hard to not beat myself up over those damned Math marks. Stewie, would tell me that I am ruminating. I would be obliged to agree, because my Stewie is always correct.
I really am trying to believe in the words spoken by Miss. S., earlier today. She said, "you're going to have to trust in us on this", said, Ma'am. She was referring to she and Miss. K., over at Vocational Rehab. Two very important people in my life right now. There is the urge to reach out and connect as there have been a couple of important things come to mind that I wish to share with her. My goodness, my dear allies, please work with me on the establishing of trust. Please. And yes, I'm working on it. Word.
Nausea, has remained at the point of where my neck and upper chest meet, all the day long. I have had productive nausea and have burped trying to assist with control. To no avail. There is no control of this nausea. The dizziness was worthy of extra attention and the balance and coordination piece were compromised. Oh My Dear God, I don't want to fall in public while alone. Please.
Seems like these cycles come more frequently. I know that this emotional roller coaster is really beginning to work my damned nerves. I have a call in to Sir Dude and will visit him soon.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
"Dumber Than A Box Of Rocks"
Zoom. Zoom, the day has come and has gone. I have taken multiple inventories and have contemplated the going's on today. Not only with Miss. S., but with Mr. 2 Fast, 2 Furious, on my way home. Sir, are you doing the speed limit? I thought to myself. I didn't know.
During these contemplations and inventory's, I was remembering times in the day when I worked over there at The Big Blue Box Store. Oh yes, worked there for many fine times and enjoyed so many wonderful and productive years in life and with my occupation. Such a bonus and I so did enjoy working there.
You see, I have been thinking about the way I feel about getting such unsatisfactory marks on the Algebra's and Geometry tests earlier. Oh My God, I so do feel much dumber than a bag of rocks and yes, I say this aloud. Mr. I-Was-So-Certain, and confidant of the second math test that ole Mr. Monkey, here pounded my chest and sped through. I know now that it would have been best to taken my time. I so wanted to move along so that Miss. S., and I could stuff business into those four hours. I am so happy that Miss. S., made attempts at getting me to look at the marks in the Language Arts sections. Yes Lord, I know, but...
...back in the day while working there at that Big Blue Box Store, sometimes we would get returns of merchandise - sealed, UPC'ed and the whole process. Only later to find out later that we were burned by return experts who do this type of shit as a job and or for a living. Many are Gypsy's who travel city to city and state to state. Same processes.
Well, that Big Blue Box Store management , would punish them who were the Customer Service Employee for accepting a "box of rocks" instead of the mechanise presented on package. I mean, look, if a package looks unopened, why break open a package that appears in perfect shape?
After a couple or three boxes - every box got opened. Seen.
Imagine, please, how that certain Customer Service Employee, felt inside when it was recognized that one had returned a "box of rocks". It's like this; it is shameful and so very embarrassing. Then to have to be documented in One's Employee File makes the cut deeper.
Today, while waiting for that Special Short Little Blue Bus, I stood out near a busy Busch Blvd., right there in Tampa and I wondered to myself, "Dude, do you think that these people know you're dumber than a "box of rocks"? No, I have not shaken it off yet. That's my nature. Time.
This is all I have to say.
During these contemplations and inventory's, I was remembering times in the day when I worked over there at The Big Blue Box Store. Oh yes, worked there for many fine times and enjoyed so many wonderful and productive years in life and with my occupation. Such a bonus and I so did enjoy working there.
You see, I have been thinking about the way I feel about getting such unsatisfactory marks on the Algebra's and Geometry tests earlier. Oh My God, I so do feel much dumber than a bag of rocks and yes, I say this aloud. Mr. I-Was-So-Certain, and confidant of the second math test that ole Mr. Monkey, here pounded my chest and sped through. I know now that it would have been best to taken my time. I so wanted to move along so that Miss. S., and I could stuff business into those four hours. I am so happy that Miss. S., made attempts at getting me to look at the marks in the Language Arts sections. Yes Lord, I know, but...
...back in the day while working there at that Big Blue Box Store, sometimes we would get returns of merchandise - sealed, UPC'ed and the whole process. Only later to find out later that we were burned by return experts who do this type of shit as a job and or for a living. Many are Gypsy's who travel city to city and state to state. Same processes.
Well, that Big Blue Box Store management , would punish them who were the Customer Service Employee for accepting a "box of rocks" instead of the mechanise presented on package. I mean, look, if a package looks unopened, why break open a package that appears in perfect shape?
After a couple or three boxes - every box got opened. Seen.
Imagine, please, how that certain Customer Service Employee, felt inside when it was recognized that one had returned a "box of rocks". It's like this; it is shameful and so very embarrassing. Then to have to be documented in One's Employee File makes the cut deeper.
Today, while waiting for that Special Short Little Blue Bus, I stood out near a busy Busch Blvd., right there in Tampa and I wondered to myself, "Dude, do you think that these people know you're dumber than a "box of rocks"? No, I have not shaken it off yet. That's my nature. Time.
This is all I have to say.
Idle No More - Bullet Proof
Relations,
Remember please the address; www.Idelnomore.ca. Please, pay a visit.
Please also, take a listen to this song and view the cinematography. This is outstanding!
I do not forget to pray for my Kinfolk and Kindred far and far away from here, neither DO I forget to pray for my Kinfolk and Kindred who are near. It's in the blood.
Today has been a good day to die! Damn it - It was! Today was also a good day to be alive!
It is in my blood. Yes, it is as it was written. My Path, was here way before I was even born.
Yes! Love, peace and more peace, me
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Relations,
Note how the creators of this video have compelled me to do what I so love to do, SHARE!!! So, yes I will and do so gladly. There is a sense of urgency in the young man's voice - he speaks for just-a-bit over two minutes...
...BUT, then the AWESOME MEDICINE begins to happen. Goose flesh covered my extremity's and a few of my innards too. I whooped up a minute as I gave a loud applause. Then I cried. And then I yelled! I remember and know that I have listened to this beat in my Deaf Left Ear.
Kind One's, I ask you please to provide this brief film an opportunity to touch you and other's. Remember this: www.idlenomore.ca. Thank you.
And thank you to my Guests. Blessing's! Seen?
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Love, peace and more peace. me
Me, My Goof Ballness And I Meet Miss. S., Yes!
Kindred,
I am home about one hour now. All windows are open and there's a breeze passing through the lodge nice like this afternoon. I am calming down from this sack of inter-mingled nerves and emotions. I feel as if my shoes fit me differently and I am feeling an ease in my center, when not too long ago I was feeling the natural responses in this fortified thick skull of mine. The great anticipations, a dash of anxiety, nervous, yes, some maybe.
I suspect I represented I and I, good and proper. Miss. S., whom I consider blessed, and I blessed to have crossed Paths with Ma'am. For the most past I did quite well. The Algebras, Geometry and this sort of math sunk me to the depths of, "oh no, I did not?" and yes, I did too! I smile because I excelled in areas, did good in an area or two, but please. I have operated and managed store departments and I have operated and was responsible for entire store's of retail business - I mean MILLION dollar stores...
...and like a torpedoed ship, I sank in my heart and Spirit's. How in all of my nature did I fail so miserably in a subject I felt very good with. I'm thinking I knew how and what to do with numbers of business at a certain level - I have opportunities for growth on those numbers of a language I am not familiar with. So then, as I have so often done in life, I will be off to the book store to purchase a book. Probably something like, "Math For Dummies" or "Math For The Goofy Gimp Dude". My God, yes I have so embarrassed myself too. Damn it, Man! I was so sure and certain about the second Math Test - Ha! The test had something up it's sleeve for sure. Me, my much better in the Language Arts Departments than messing with the set of, "t+pq-M2= OMG?'s", type of numbers. Oh yes, I am pleased for the most part with the numbers from the language arts tests. I enjoyed taking them and admit that I look forward to a re-test sometime in the not too distant future. I wish to enhance my skills across the board - not only be able to speak well and or write nicely. There's a light at the end of this tunnel and I beg God, please don't let this be another train! I have work to do and please, let us work together.
Miss. S., was phenomenal! I felt at ease immediately with her company and energy. The brief four hours we had for our gathering went by like an hour. It went by just too quickly that we actually didn't have enough time to complete all testing. I regret this so much...
...in my Spirit's, the most important take away from our experience's today was that I have an ally by the name of Miss. S., a trust has been established and I have decided that Miss. S., is now my newest member of my Better Heath, Mind, Body and Spirit's Team. Yes!
Miss. S., from my energies to yours, I thank you very much.
I am home about one hour now. All windows are open and there's a breeze passing through the lodge nice like this afternoon. I am calming down from this sack of inter-mingled nerves and emotions. I feel as if my shoes fit me differently and I am feeling an ease in my center, when not too long ago I was feeling the natural responses in this fortified thick skull of mine. The great anticipations, a dash of anxiety, nervous, yes, some maybe.
I suspect I represented I and I, good and proper. Miss. S., whom I consider blessed, and I blessed to have crossed Paths with Ma'am. For the most past I did quite well. The Algebras, Geometry and this sort of math sunk me to the depths of, "oh no, I did not?" and yes, I did too! I smile because I excelled in areas, did good in an area or two, but please. I have operated and managed store departments and I have operated and was responsible for entire store's of retail business - I mean MILLION dollar stores...
...and like a torpedoed ship, I sank in my heart and Spirit's. How in all of my nature did I fail so miserably in a subject I felt very good with. I'm thinking I knew how and what to do with numbers of business at a certain level - I have opportunities for growth on those numbers of a language I am not familiar with. So then, as I have so often done in life, I will be off to the book store to purchase a book. Probably something like, "Math For Dummies" or "Math For The Goofy Gimp Dude". My God, yes I have so embarrassed myself too. Damn it, Man! I was so sure and certain about the second Math Test - Ha! The test had something up it's sleeve for sure. Me, my much better in the Language Arts Departments than messing with the set of, "t+pq-M2= OMG?'s", type of numbers. Oh yes, I am pleased for the most part with the numbers from the language arts tests. I enjoyed taking them and admit that I look forward to a re-test sometime in the not too distant future. I wish to enhance my skills across the board - not only be able to speak well and or write nicely. There's a light at the end of this tunnel and I beg God, please don't let this be another train! I have work to do and please, let us work together.
Miss. S., was phenomenal! I felt at ease immediately with her company and energy. The brief four hours we had for our gathering went by like an hour. It went by just too quickly that we actually didn't have enough time to complete all testing. I regret this so much...
...in my Spirit's, the most important take away from our experience's today was that I have an ally by the name of Miss. S., a trust has been established and I have decided that Miss. S., is now my newest member of my Better Heath, Mind, Body and Spirit's Team. Yes!
Miss. S., from my energies to yours, I thank you very much.
Here I Go! Off To Vocational Concepts!
Here I sit all nice and dressed. I'm wearing my Levi 501's, with a nice blue button up shirt, a crisp new white t-shirt, my "Lucky" purple socks, my medicine beads and a sprig of white sage branch sitting on my ear.
I have my crucifix in my pocket along with the two stones that I've carried for years and I'm wearing the Fossil watch Santa Baby brought me for being a good boy.
...I did my hair and nails last night. My fragrance is one from the U.A.E. Don't ask I can't read their language, but I do share it is one of the finest cologne's I've ever worn. My Honorable Daughter Number One presented to me as an extra ordinary gift from way over yonder.
I sit here in silence as I await the arrival of my Lil' Short Blue Bus. I am calm and am no where as near excited as I was last night. For Pete's Sake, one would've thought my Big Ass was going to the Walt Disney World this morning. Yes, I was bouncing off the padded room in my brains. Yes, the anticipation is driving me crazy. Soon though, I'll be sitting with yet another Vocational Rehab person. I am eager. I am so eager that I've been eager for days.
Yesterdays follow up call was worthy. If I had not called to confirm my appointment with Miss. S., from Vocational Concepts, my oompa-loompa-ass would not have been prepared. I was up well past my bedtime filling out that application to the CIA, KGB, FBI and Secret Service. Plus all of them other questions and what nots. Shoot, by the time I leave there later this afternoon, Miss. S., is going to know me better than most damned Kinfolk. Ain't that some sad shitty cow dung right there? But honestly, I am not the slightest bit nervous or anxious this morning at all.
Any way's, I'll jump back on here later to let you all know what my energies thought of and picked up today. Brothers and Sisters, I feel like I'm ready to ride the Big-Balled-Bull at the rodeo.
Yes Sir, I sure am.
Will holler later.
I have my crucifix in my pocket along with the two stones that I've carried for years and I'm wearing the Fossil watch Santa Baby brought me for being a good boy.
...I did my hair and nails last night. My fragrance is one from the U.A.E. Don't ask I can't read their language, but I do share it is one of the finest cologne's I've ever worn. My Honorable Daughter Number One presented to me as an extra ordinary gift from way over yonder.
I sit here in silence as I await the arrival of my Lil' Short Blue Bus. I am calm and am no where as near excited as I was last night. For Pete's Sake, one would've thought my Big Ass was going to the Walt Disney World this morning. Yes, I was bouncing off the padded room in my brains. Yes, the anticipation is driving me crazy. Soon though, I'll be sitting with yet another Vocational Rehab person. I am eager. I am so eager that I've been eager for days.
Yesterdays follow up call was worthy. If I had not called to confirm my appointment with Miss. S., from Vocational Concepts, my oompa-loompa-ass would not have been prepared. I was up well past my bedtime filling out that application to the CIA, KGB, FBI and Secret Service. Plus all of them other questions and what nots. Shoot, by the time I leave there later this afternoon, Miss. S., is going to know me better than most damned Kinfolk. Ain't that some sad shitty cow dung right there? But honestly, I am not the slightest bit nervous or anxious this morning at all.
Any way's, I'll jump back on here later to let you all know what my energies thought of and picked up today. Brothers and Sisters, I feel like I'm ready to ride the Big-Balled-Bull at the rodeo.
Yes Sir, I sure am.
Will holler later.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
We Have Surpassed 19,000 Guests! Great Day!
Relations,
My Path, has now had 19,016 Guests. It was not too long ago we were celebrating the 18,000th Guest. My God. Now here I sit with 20,000 Guests approaching quicker than time passing me by.
I am Honored. I am humbled and I am Blessed. My Spirit's are touched in ways I can not explain.
My purpose with this blog has been to teach Kindred, what Meniere's Disease has done to me and my life. I don't speak for other Folks with Meniere's Disease. I empathize with my brothers and sisters who suffer from same disease, but I don't know what their Meniere's Disease is like. Or how has this disease affected and effected their lives. I speak from my point of view and I speak from my point of view only when it pertains to all of my other health related issues as well.
I share from my heart and Spirit's, when I speak of the Sexual Abuse, Incest and Rape. From I.
There are times when I pepper my language with shitty terms. I do try to refrain, but Hun, there are times when a good "shit!" is called for. Seen.
My Dearest and Kindest Guest's, I thank you. Each and every one who has laid their eye orbs on the words of this page and screen, thank you. For my dear kind one's who visit and re-visit. To the teachers, the students, the curious, all are welcome. Welcome and thank you for the visit.
To all of you who have connected with me about my story here My Path, thank you.
Trust is the truth's you feel in your center. Listen. Blessing's too. Thank you for your truths and your Blessings too. May you be Blessed with love, peace and truths. This blog has surpassed my wildest hopes an dreams because of you. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
My Path, has now had 19,016 Guests. It was not too long ago we were celebrating the 18,000th Guest. My God. Now here I sit with 20,000 Guests approaching quicker than time passing me by.
I am Honored. I am humbled and I am Blessed. My Spirit's are touched in ways I can not explain.
My purpose with this blog has been to teach Kindred, what Meniere's Disease has done to me and my life. I don't speak for other Folks with Meniere's Disease. I empathize with my brothers and sisters who suffer from same disease, but I don't know what their Meniere's Disease is like. Or how has this disease affected and effected their lives. I speak from my point of view and I speak from my point of view only when it pertains to all of my other health related issues as well.
I share from my heart and Spirit's, when I speak of the Sexual Abuse, Incest and Rape. From I.
There are times when I pepper my language with shitty terms. I do try to refrain, but Hun, there are times when a good "shit!" is called for. Seen.
My Dearest and Kindest Guest's, I thank you. Each and every one who has laid their eye orbs on the words of this page and screen, thank you. For my dear kind one's who visit and re-visit. To the teachers, the students, the curious, all are welcome. Welcome and thank you for the visit.
To all of you who have connected with me about my story here My Path, thank you.
Trust is the truth's you feel in your center. Listen. Blessing's too. Thank you for your truths and your Blessings too. May you be Blessed with love, peace and truths. This blog has surpassed my wildest hopes an dreams because of you. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
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