No. No Jumping Here, My Brother...

I had a very dear friend, ask me this just question very recently, "You're not going to be jumping off any bridges are you"?....

...my immediate response was, Hell no! I don't do the jumps! From like anywhere! Not in the U.S. Army - Not Now! I'm just not the jumping sort. I am that dreadfully affraid of heights. No. No shit! Just plain ole no.

I suppose some time has passed since I last touched base on that aspect of my inner thought processes when it comes to/with this damned Meniere's Disease.

I am thinking I am on a different plain - a different place when it comes to this stinking meniere's disease now-a-days. I'm looking at it like this right at this moment - it is here and as far as I can hear and or see, both Mr. and Mrs. Meniere's Disease have moved in with their Trans-World Moving Van Line truck, et al...

...backed the shit right up side my skull. BAM! There it was! Damnit!

So, it's like this. It has moved in and nothing has worked on this eviction process. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, His Staff, my Family and I have given our all into this battle named Meniere's Disease...

...but, as my doctor keeps telling me, it's holding hand's time. There will be no eviction of this disease. It's just here for now and from now on.

No! I don't like it! But, what can a person do when what has been done is done. Accept? I don't know! Is this the word I search for? Accept? I don't know, all of this is so far yet so close.

I've decided and have long ago decided I want to Live this Life right on through...

...I want to see what it is Great Spirit, has for me to do.

So, no, no jumping off bridges. I was a passenger in a car driven by my Marine nephew Rae, as we crossed the Sunshine Skyway last week sometime. Ahhhhhhhhh, it was just so damned beautiful - the blue water and the sun and the blue clear Florida Sky. Just No. Nope.

No tall buildings neither! Just No, to the whole leaping/jumping piece because it's like this...

...when it comes to tall buildings my tolerance level is zero. Simple.

No, to guns, rifles or weapons of that and this type. They're just too loud and create such a mess. I mean, like, I do watch C.S.I., ya know? Besides, have just plain plumbed watched too many "R" rated movies! What? It's true.

No, starving myself to death. Been there done that once. Back in the 1980's. No damned fun! I didn't eat and babay, I am a fat kid in a chocolate store when it comes to food. I truly enjoy eating! This too runs deep in the DNA...

...you better ask somebody.

No, I am not a Martyr. Wait...

...I would not let one younger than I, or a loved one shield me from any persons bullet or explosion. I have lived many-a-life, right here in the past fifty-two years. I would permit the bullet to locate me and to take me and it wouldn't matter where the bullet hit. For my Relations, this is the way. It is.

My Relations, today was in fact a good and beautiful Florida sunshiny day to die, but most impotantly, today was a great and wonderful Florida Sunshiny day to be alive. Thank You Great One!

All of this and in other words...

I ain't going No Place unless, the Great Spirit calls me Home.

Oui? Oui!

That's all.