Did you know.....

.....that most of what Emily Dickinson wrote (and she wrote 1775 poems) can be sung to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas? Check it out, and soon you, too, can be singing your favorite Dickinson poem!! Try it!! Here's one of my favorites:

There is no Frigate like a Book

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry --
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll --
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.

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Living with Meniere's

This poem is not mine. If by chance you are the person who wrote this poem and do not want me to publish it here, then please let me know and I will remove it ASAP. I'm posting this today because I'm having a very bad Meniere's day, and with the hopes it will help those who are close to me understand what living inside my head is like. I don't feel cursed with Meniere's.....I feel blessed, especially with so many close friends who care and support me. May God bless you all. And a sincere thank you to the author of this poem.


"LIVING WITH MENIERE'S"

When the night is dark and no one's around
Why is my head so full of sound
As I lay down for a good nights sleep
I know this night will be a repeat
A hum, a roar and buzzing as well
To me a nightmare, a living hell
No way to stop the sounds I hear
For what I have they call "Meniere's"
And sounds deep within my ears

I used to pray most all the time
For God to clear this head of mine
So many years have passed on by
And many days and nights I'd cry
But still the sounds lives in my head
At times you wish that you were dead
The Doctor's give you pills to take
But most the time you lay awake
I pray to God my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep
But most the time I lay and weep
No one knows what it is like
Because I always look so right
I try to do the best I can
But most folks just don't understand
Some can't understand what they cannot see
And at times this causes pain for me
But I can't give up, it's my life you see

Now the early morning hours are here
And the sounds are here within my ears
But I will go and try to sleep
And pray my Lord my soul to keep
Maybe soon it will go away
Who knows? Is what the Doctor's say
I'll always thank the Lord above
For "He" understands and gives me love
I get my strength from up above

Only a person who lives with Meniere's
Or Tinnitus, the pain, the fears and tears
Can really know of what I speak
And a cure for these people is what I seek.

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"In memory of..." corrections

I (finally) made some corrections and additions to my entry "In memory of..." about my dad. I want to thank my mother, my brothers Jim and Scott, and my sister Laurie for helping me with accuracy and adding some of their own thoughts and words to the story. Dad may be gone, but he is by no means forgotten.

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