Have been home a couple/few hours or so. Did change into something comfy and opened "The Office". It became a necessity as it all came tumbling down at doctor's clinic. I just could no longer carry the anguish in my Center and definitely felt the thump in my heart silently screaming at me that the time is NOW to take care of myself, Dude! I cried so much that the sobs carried a sound. No more please. This afternoon, it was the connection between doctor and patient/brother that I felt so deeply and realized, there simply is no more time to waste! With respect to my health and the issues of health that live with-in me. It was reality telling me to open "The Office". I must take action now or may not have this chance again!
In the morrow, I shall visit with Dr. Mandaliya, who is my Pulmonary-Critical Care Physician. Having gained the new diagnosis of COPD, with the issues I've had with the asthma and the pains in my lungs and ribs, with the coughing and all that is involved with respiratory is very unpleasent AND, has gone well beyond my primary. She gave it her best shot. Pun intended. Even He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, spoke with me about my pulmonary doctor...
...In my lungs and in my mind, the time has come...
...have called and scheduled an appointment with my neurologist, Dr. Steen. All points on the compass kept coming back to She-Who-Intimidates-Me, so in all reality, there is no debating this anymore. I know there are issues that go far and beyond what it is my primary and He-Who-Touched-My-Brain do as the trusted and beloved physician's of mine. God knows I love them. It took me too damned long to hear them. Maybe I would listen to their words, but I kept ignoring what my body was screaming at me about.
Finally, I called and coordinated an appointment with a Urology specialist. "His" name is Dr. Branch and "he" practices in same building as another physician I visit...
...yes, I said, "His", because I don't feel the whole "Her" or "She", thing when it comes to a doctor picking and probing in places that are like, my junk. Ummm, please feel me on this one, okay? Really, I have procrastinated far too many damned years on this matter. I mean the type of issues I have lived with, I think I'll wait and speak with "Him" about this first. I'm so damned embarrassed about this I'm blushing about it while tapping on this keyboard...but really, I wouldn't want any "her" of any persuasion playing back over and all up in there.
Say no more - say no more...
The moves have been busted. Now I follow through and take the responsibilty of keeping every appointment scheduled today.
Speaking of appointments/gatherings, my visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, went well, I can't find a word to express what it is that I heard and listened to, but it went something like this, the Right-Good-Bad-Ear, has the full blown Meniere's Disease. The bad hearing days will continue to occur. The falls will happen as they happen. I'll continue to have the Meniere's attacks as they take place and I'll continue to take the medication I am prescribed to eat. Issues worsen but we are hog-tied - there's just simply nothing more we can do...
...oh well, what can you do when you live in a shoe? I love to give mine the good ole Army spit shine. I do. My Doc Martins are fab.
You all do me a huge favor okay? Just be fierce...
...Busting a move. Peace and love and a whole bunch of XXX's and OOO"s!
Mario
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