Have not posted in days, very weary with life. Or is that of life. Hadda workshop last night. Brilliant people, brilliant poems. Brilliant Rebecca in a white floaty skirt and *vegan* treats. I notice when I am especially stressed, my right ear rings so loud. Hearing loss is an interesting thing. Sometimes I don't notice it at all, sometimes it is all I hear.
I brought a poem about the Ballard bear. When my ear stops ringing, I'll post it.
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I have eye floaters--they look like there are tiny hairs in my vision all the time. It is like ringing ears in the way that they intrude so much sometimes and other times I don't even see them.
Ain't it troublesome at times? Just a wee bit disabled. My mom was deaf, pretty profoundly so. I can hear, just better on the left side. And I did it to myself, whacked myself with a shovel handle and broke my ear drum. We're all so fragile, really.
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