I brought a poem about the Ballard bear. When my ear stops ringing, I'll post it.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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.
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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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