If I hope and pray hard enough...
...and maybe click these Ruby Red's, I can still make Cherokee.
My dearest Kindred, I had retired for the evening earlier and was able to get about two solid hours of deep sleep...
...the noises and sounds again woke me, so I thought I would gather my thoughts and tip-tap a few lines. The noises were the same as usual - so I won't go over them much, The Battle of The Forest's continues...
There was a moment or few when I thought I had gone completely deaf which assisted in my getting up from the bed, rather than lay there and listen. Which I often do.
My hearing has been like the escalators at Macy's...
...sometimes working well and moving up. Other times working not so well and going down...
...and then there were times when the whole damned thing shut down.
I was Blessed to be in the company of a dear friend and mentor, his dad and several of his friends for my friends birthday. What a splendid time I had! Even learned to play Texas Hold'em, which was just a whole shit load of fun...
...sitting around the table listening to these chaps speak and carry on reminded me of earlier years and the fun I had playing softball, football and some B-Ball. I think I let this hit me in the Center for a while. I hadn't realized I had been gone that long. Hadn't realized how much I missed doing the "Dude" things I so very much enjoyed. Shit, I don't want to cry, but damn it, what the hell happened to me?! Now, here I am at a young 52 years of age, SSD, Hard of Hearing and gimpy...
...the All of This, I think, just may have provided me that extra little something to get myself over to the "Y" and have a look-and-see. Maybe on my good days - jump on my trike and move...
...damn it, I've got to use what youth I have left or in just a hand full, I'll be crying over what I didn't do. And really, I just don't want it to come down to this.
Early tomorrow morning, I'll be off to He-Who-Touched-My-Under-Carriage, and have some blood work done at the laboratory. Doc., wants to put a video camera up and into my Junk. I'm a bit nervous and maybe a bit scared. Just don't know what to expect anymore. So I try to let go...
Since the melt down at Dr. Danner's clinic, I have lived the revolving door of doctor visits and really had not noticed just how much activity there has been in my life over the past 2.5 weeks...
...the hospital stay, this Doctor, that Doctor and now, He-Who-Touched-My-Under-Carriage. Next?
A very dear friend, Old Kindred Spirit, felt the anger that has been brewing with-in my Core and Spirit's. It's the only way I can explain this - She felt it through my words or read it between the lines. I really thought I was keeping this from my Relations...
...I am sorry Old Kindred One. I have not meant to create stressful thoughts about me. Or project these energies towards anyone - unless I was directing them, to them. I do find it fascinating how you were able to read me the way you did. I am Honored. My heart tells me, "Well, Dude, she has only known you twenty years" and Old Kindred Spirit has seen me at both ends of the spectrum. Oh my...
...let me call back in John Wayne and jump back into bed. Doc wants to conduct this procedure. I must remember to tell him of a couple things, one of which was the lump I had removed from Mr. Wang, a couple of years ago and the terrible things I would do to him as punishment when I was a boy.
Relations, I love you. That's all. I love you, one and all.
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