I am shooting from the hip again today. I don't feel like myself this afternoon, but it's tea time so I'll have a cup of Warrior's Brew. Reminds me of my dear friend and mentor, Medicine Woman, She-Who-Lives-On-A-Kindred-Path...
...my Spirit's are stirred and my pulse is increased by thoughts and memories of you and the lessons you have taught me. Your talks. I often times consider and contemplate how fortunate and Blessed I am to have had our Path's cross all of those years ago. O', my dear Sister, I miss you immensely.
Today has been a poop poor hearing day and I thought maybe I would share a bit on this hearing piece of mine. As today is shit poor, the morrow may bring a day when I may hear fairly well, or a day like I had when I had audiology tests on 14 March 2012, when my hearing was having an awesome day. Then there are the days when my hearing takes roller coaster rides. Them silent episodes I have tipped-tapped about in the past...
...every foiken day of life, I live with the sounds and noises, to include voices, that will often get so loud it has stirred me from my slumber. These sounds have made themselves at home in my ears and both brains. There have been many times when I couldn't help but listen...
...to them pre-historic crickets, giant cicadas, and jet planes parked in my back yard. I have had the sound of helicopter sound so near - I have stuck my head out of doors to see if I could find the source of this noise. All of which I have listened to in my Deaf Left Ear. Oh yes, I failed to mention the Morris Code. The messages that come from the KGB, the Canadian Mounties and the F.B.I., come across very clearly in between these ears of mine.
We have had too many set backs with my BAHA. This is the processor that is attached to the implant that provides some sort/source of hearing for a Deaf Ear. We have had too much and many issues at the site of implant. Now, my processor itself has issues that have required posting off to manufacturer for repair. This has happened a few times before. I am aware He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, wants this over and done with as much and as bad as I(the surgery), but please, I just look forward to a life where my quality of life is improved. The operations and procedures have been way too frequent. Doctor must have some idea. Wait! Damn it, looking back at that comment lets me feel guilty for the thought. I "know" that Doctor respects and cares about the all-of-me and I also know He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, has plenty idea of what it is we have gone through. I see it in his eyes and face.
Hearing is one of those things we take for granted in life. I know this as a fact...
...today I am SSD and so damned HH, but I keep keeping on.
Love, peace and peace, mario
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