Good Morning Relations,
Wanted to write a fast little note...
Will be going to visit He-Who-Touched-My-Brain this morning. I expect my In-Laws to arrive at amy minute. They enjoy taking me to and from his clinic. They too appreciate getting out of their house, so when it comes to seeing my good Doctor Danner, they're locked in for the transport piece.
It is my hope to get some resolution on this illness that has followed me for the past several weeks. It's just really frustrating as hell to be one with Meniere's Disease and have this compounded with a wheel barrel full of shitty illness's. I mean, really.
Wanted to let everyone one know that our latest guest, Aunt Helen the turtle is doing very well and is making quite the recovery. To know she was prepared to die because she was land locked drives me mad. I think and have had converstaions with myself and God, "how does a water dwelling baby turtle find her way to my car port?". Well, Great Spirit and I have been unable to come up with logical explanations...
...it was just meant to be. And thank you Great One, for yet another gift of love. Saying "a gift of love" makes the whole process easier for me as I have always been deathly afraid of this species of turtle. Yes, I know dahling, she's but a baby turtle, BUT I have seen what elder turtles of this species turn into and have seen the damage one just might could do. I wear latex gloves when I handle Aunt Helen. For now. Slowly, I have learned to love her. After all, Aunt Helen is a wonderful gift from the God and even then, what was I to do, leave her there on the hot Florida pavement. Naw Boo...
OH SHIT! Real quick...
...I had this jackass/donkey/mule ask me recently, "So Mario, how does it feel to be retired?". I at first wanted to knock the snot/boogers/shit out of this person - but since I am a non-violent person, I explained to this person that I am not retired. I am a Disabled individual who would love to conduct some sort of business and or work. Ewwwwwww, I might've gnashed my teeth's enamal away over this butt head. Retired? Really? I'm fifty one years of age, you bleeding ass wipe and would prefer to do what I have done damn near all my days here on Mother Earth. Work a job or two. A tax paying citizen since twelve - prior to that I was paid under the table or traded or did my own shit, like wash cars and mow-the-grass. All of the latter as a little farting kid...
...damn it! Don't even know why I brought that up, but there it is. I have worked most all my life, am fifty-one, walk with the aid of walker or cane, am gimpy, I fall alot and am ill too much and often. Retired. Should've asked, well how the hell does it feel to be such an ugly and ignorant ass hole.
Anyway's, got to go. Will be with my favorite doctor within an hour or so.
Will holla back........
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