An AHA Moment Or Two

Had a pleasent session with Mr. P.T. this morning. From this day on he shall be known as Mr. K-Lo. We did several exercises and a walk about. Some in-house therapy was a reach above and relpace with other hand. K-Lo was pleased. I did not ask any questions, but I suspect folks with balance, coordination issues of any sort have trouble with this exercise. For me not too much as I am bi-handed, ambidextrous. This is an interesting subject for me because I have thought always we all were from some degree to another. Well...

...sounds like a BONUS for me! I empathize with all Kindred with such frustrating, difficult and sometimes impossible balance and coordination issues...

...And God, I know I am Blessed by the breathe you breath into my lungs
to be dealing with the diseases I have living with-in this shell. I will not die from this Meniere's Disease...an ever so slight chance of dieing from the asthma, but really, there are young Military Men and WOmen who come home with no lower limbs. Come home with one hand or those who are blinded. Them who come home in caskets. There are our Elder's. And the disease's that have no purpose but to kill us. As a dear friend recently shared with me, "well, you don't have rectal cancer." Correct and a mighty fine lesson. Teacher.

So yes, I am Blessed. Blessed with a multitude of Relations. My Spirit's do not discriminate...my Soul is a Sacred place. A private place. The human on these bones and the DNA mix in my blood, for me perpetuates an unrest with-in that is mine. But then, this is only "one" reason I go to see Sir Dude and Dr. N. Which brings me back to Mr. K-Lo...

K-Lo and I, had our conversation's. I have the belief he studied and or had some one-on-one time with a fellow therapist. I shared with him what I had practiced and what I did not since I saw him last. He was well aware of post attack sleep and the etc.'s, but Dude...you didn't have to tell me I look tired, like daaaaaaaamn K-Lo. I smile because this fellow from the Land Far Away is as genuine as we come. I am happy to have him as my Physical Therapist.

I beg your pardon. It is time for a return to sleep. The P.T., has stirred up some nasty meniere's symptoms.