Woke this morn with the sound of a circling satalite coming from the deaf left ear and an odd ringer-ring-ringer-ring-ring from my right hard of hearing ear. An interesting yet frustrating stereophonic effect on the brain. Am nauseated first thing in the morning and have no desire to eat. Speaking of which, eating three meals a day makes me feel like a pig. I have a sister that suggests I eat several small meals every day. Shit, surely she must see that this is creating weight issues for her. I do. What? The dizziness is just here enough to let me know it's there. The nausea is uncomfortable in my throat and stomach. I would love to throw up, but have not had any break fast. Just several pills. So yummy the taste of medication first thing in the morning.
This morning I am subdued and anxious at the same time about my visit with Dr. Urologist later on today. What can I say really? For me a new doctor = new medications, which = new pills. Pretty little teeny tiny and or extra large ones - like this damned anti-biotic I am eating. Bloody thing's big enough to medicate a family of four or a small horse...
...by the way, after years and years of abuse and the emotional and psychological issues that followed, PTSD diagnosis back in the 1980's, I learned myself on the techniques of being subdued and anxious at the same time. Am thinking this is the same formula used when I am pissed as all hell and remain subdued at the same time. I reckon some folks call this putting a cap on my issues...
...I reckon I can tell some folks to kiss my ass. I know the issues that reside within and am doing what I must to live on.
Don't judge. Don't hate.
Stop. Next subject.
My two turtles are doing fantasticlly well and have made themselves at home here on the Sanctuary. I am so pleased for Aunt Helen the Soft Shelled Snapper, we purchased an aquarium for her and when we moved her from quarantine into the aquarium one could tell she was just so dang happy and joyful. I am pleased and blessed that my daughter spotted her on the car port. Poor baby turtle didn't stand a chance. Uncle Chester, the wild non-colored Slider, is doing super well, growing and is greedy as hell. This baby rescued from our pool would eat himself to death. Have recently learned these two species are non-combatable, so our endeavor to save their lives and keep them until maturity required two seperate living facilities...
...they are still so young that both think the fish in their tanks are their friends. Well ain't that special. It's just a matter of time I reckon that the Jone's will be dinner rather than over for dinner. Haha!
What a trip!
The thoughts of Dr. Urology, keep dashing through my head. Like the ping-pong balls on the Lotto. Yes, I am worried. It really is one of those things where I know something's just not right. Yeah-yeah, I mighta-coulda, but My Path had me focused on what it was that was more pressing. Alas, the day has come. In a spell, I'll take a hot scrub and shower...
...I mean, this "is" the male version of having all the junk down under poked and probed and messed around with all up in there. AND, I do have to represent "my business" nice, clean and proper like. True? Okay then.
To all Relations, love, peace and more peace...
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