What is Menieres-Disease
Meniere's disease (or syndrome, since its cause is unknown) was first described by French physician Prosper Meniere in 1861. It is a balance disorder of the inner ear.
The sy...
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Saturday November 28, 2009
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Friday – November 27, 2009 – 8:19am Musings and Thankfuls… Numerically, it is the 19th anniversary of my husband getting shot in the l...
by: KweebsLS
an Inspirational Story
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The worst thing is waking up with that dreaded anxious feeling - and not being able to pinpoint why it's there. While I've felt slight anxious recently, it was nothing bad and I knew where it was coming from. This morning, it hit the moment I woke up and I haven't been able to shake it.
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Well, I've been quiet! Stupid, stupid fingers. Still, it's my own fault. The garden looks fabulous, but my fingers look like sausages lol!
1 week, 1 day no booze, and I feel so much better. I didn't realise how much harm I was doing myself mentally until I stopped.
I know Ben has to go back to school because it's a fear he HAS to conquer. I think 7 months of relentless trying...1 Recommendation10 Comments
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I am at a crossroads againNeither path follows the...
defenderd... Feb 22, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009 |
I am at a crossroads again
Neither path follows the one I am on
There are no guides
No signs or markers
Nothing to help me judge my journey
What am I to do?
I have been here so many times before
And yet this is not the same
Or is it?
I wish for a fellow traveler
To find and guide me along my way
And yet I do not know if one shall come
Do I wait for them?
And watch the roads turn old?
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The wind blew harsh and raw. She held fast against...
defenderd... May 19, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008 |
The wind blew harsh and raw.
She held fast against it.
The wind blew to its own power.
She pulled herself close together.
The wind pushed harder.
She sighed and shrugged.
The wind blew on.
She shivered and quaked.
The wind blew on.
She muttered her displeasure.
The wind blew on.
She spoke her discomfort.
The wind blew on.
She yelled out her frustration.
But still the wind blew on.
She cursed the air.
But ...1 Recommendation
Sunday, February 22, 2009 |
I am at a crossroads again
Neither path follows the one I am on
There are no guides
No signs or markers
Nothing to help me judge my journey
What am I to do?
I have been here so many times before
And yet this is not the same
Or is it?
I wish for a fellow traveler
To find and guide me along my way
And yet I do not know if one shall come
Do I wait for them?
And watch the roads turn old?
Do I wander aimlessly down...1 Recommendation -
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