I stepped in from doing a wee bit of gardening. Out of doors for a few minutes is good for me. Rather like free medication. I love my Mr. Gripper to deaf too, Honey! Hold my cane with one hand and use Mr. Gripper with the other. Thankfully, I am fully functional with both hands. Comes in "handy", you know? Yeah-yeah, boooo on the pun! Ha!
Was able to hum, listen to the different birds and see the butterfly's pass on by. Had my three body guards with me. Hershel aka Thong-Tong, Ting-Ting aka Abigail and Chi-Chi Rodriguez aka Petey. It was such a pleasure to see them all facing different directions - panting as if it was Summer out there. Watching my back, making sure I don't get troubled by some trouble maker I reckon. Ting-Ting, keeps a close eye on my state of health. If she notices I am off balance or uncoordinated, she makes a dash over to me. What a Crew! I'm one of them, you know? Talk about unconditional love...
I have coordinated an appointment for a face-to-face with Sir Dude, my therapist for this Thursday, 02 Feb. 2012. Unfortunately way to much time has passed and I am in a position to really need some time alone in my other safe place. I miss the connection with Sir Dude, the empowerment that he bestows upon me is rich and the recharge of my batteries, which have been running on low for so long, are due. It pains me to know that between finances and inconsistent means of transport, I have had to really pick and choose very carefully who it is I visit on a certain date and time. Yes, it's frustrating but what am I to do? I ask, I beg, I kiss ass...
...I have not seen my pulmonolgist since November. I think? And I am aware this much time should not pass between time shared with this very special doctor and friend of mine. My lungs explain this to me every day. So, I take breathing treatments and keep my emergency inhaler by my side at all times. Asthma, it's a bitch when One can't breath. I know.
The lump on my Mr. Man, has returned. Afraid of transportation issues, I have gone with out communicating this with She-Who-Has-Cut-My-Junk, once before. Made me scream out loud too! Like a banshee, I say, when she hit that damned nerve! Shit happens, I suppose. It did that day.
I failed to mention above that I pray for transport to my appointments...
...don't know if I have shared this yet or not, but I have applied for transportation assistance with our Metro Mass Transit system. The bus is a bit shorter than the regular bus's, but it means me no difference. If approved and God, Please, make it so, for this aid - my transportation Blues will be addressed so good and proper. Permit me to maintain the responsibility to my better health and self.
I sit here with great anticipation for this visit! My brother-in-law, BIL, has approved the request for transportation and I am thankful and blessed.
By the way, yes, I do visit a therapist. Please, no shame about that here! Hell, I am a fortunate one.
Sir Dude, Thursday it is! At 1530 sharp!
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