Had my first physical therapy session today. Oh so very definite in assisting me with pushing the envelope. Physical exercise and muscle tensions. Feels so good. Hmmm, feels as if we feed an addiction almost. I sort of-kind of think. My Mr. P.T. is fantastic personality and quite the motivator. He is a fine young man from Guam. I've got some life long friends who are from Guam, and honestly, I have never met anyone from Guam I did not like. His voice and accent reminds me of one not too-too far away yet, seems to be so very very far away...
Focus Dude...
An issue that has popped up unfortunately, is the Meniere's Disease. There were exercises that set the dizziness in motion and the nausea straight away to my throat. But wait, Mr. P.T. and I have established that we will do all exercises regardless of meniere's symptoms, "unless" it should jeopardize health and safety...
...I've checked my Crystal Ball, looks to me as if this new round of physical therapy is something that will only assist the Better Health Team and I with getting to a better state of health. In mind, body and Spirit. With focus on the Cervical Spine and the muscles of my upper and lower torso, as well as the muscles in my legs. I have been working the arms something crazy for the past few weeks - since my bride purchased the Kettle Weight for me. I work my arms to the burning screams for a time out! Pushing and pushin' it Honey!
Note: Kiss my gluteal muscles!, just doesn't have that gutural proletarian tone of a staunch good ole Southern Kiss My Ass!, might convey.
Won't get to visit with Sir Dude this week as he will be in Tennessee attending a gathering of those in his field...sounds like a convention to me. I'm not one to gossip, but Tennessee is a fine place to get one's ass in plenty of smelly stuff. I know this first hand. I asked the Sir Dude to be safe and careful. Just sayin'...
...I will have the opportunity to have a visit with Dr. N. aka Dr. Psyche, tomorrow actually. I am so pleased with this as I was ill-prepared to go two weeks without a Mental Enema. Um, sometimes it just feels so good.
Note: An opinion I share is this..."Any" man or woman who are "spreading the ninja" and or who are the "gift giver's", have forfeited their rights as citizens of these United States of America. These fools knowingly and obscenely pass HIV/AIDS to them not yet infected...affected...effected. This population of our Gay community are committing crimes against humanity and should receive the highest of penalization. In my Core I view these people as sexual predators and ought to be punished as same. The fighting we did in the 1980's and early '90's was not for us to come to this...the endless hours on the Crisis Hot Line, the hard damn work that came so quickly natural "AND" without pay. I mean, really, like what the fuck? I say no more, say no more. For now anyways...
Meniere's has kept me on my guard for the past few days. My coordination is off and have had too many trips and near falls. Nausea has me by the throat and now that I think about it - nausea was so bad yesterday I went to bed last evening with a sore throat. At this moment the dizziness is controlled by the medication I ate just an hour or so ago. So I feel managed...by that pretty in pink little pill...
...the Funky Worms have been at play and are dancing their ass off right now as I listen to Krazy, by Pit Bull and Lil' Jon. I want to listen to it out loud but my daughter is resting. Later perhaps...what? My left Deaf ear is aloud with crickets and their mating songs. My right good-bad ear is doing the beeping today...in concert. Last night there was the sound of a jack hammer hard at work somewhere up in there.
Look, in the mean time I will ride the stuffing out of Red! I've got to keep pushing. Really hard like too! My Path, is my life. Should I not endeavor, I would wither away...straight to our local Mental Institution. Um, I'm not the one. My pony and I will go until we know the time comes for rest.
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