Today is 15 March 2012. It is 1740 and I sit here waiting to hear the telephone ring. Waiting for my Bride to check in on me. Nicole did earlier. We were on Skype over two hours. So far, far and away. My daddy heart aches...
...let me cut straight to the fore front of my brains as I have my daughter in my heart and awaiting tests from procedures on Monday and preparing for what He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I spoke of on this past Tuesday.
Procedures and the specimens from Monday past, are off to the laboratory and so I wait. Which really sucks. The damned waiting...
...six or seven injections into him and things should get better Down South. Last time I had that many injections down that way was when I got fixed. It was an awesome and cool procedure. I got to watch as the doctor did a vasectomy on me junk down below. A day that will not be forgotten. I'll call when I get the results...
...foiken results!
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, informs me there will be much pain. I beg him not to let me suffer. This is an all systems go scenario. The operation will take place week after next. I reckon it's the idea of having more snip-snip on the skull that hurts my feelings. Oh me, oh my, the pains I have had to endure along with the disease that created these issues to begin with. Foiken Meniere's!
Today has been an off day. The dizziness has made for a very tipsy morning and afternoon. It actually got so bad I had to come in from Gardening. The balance and coordination is off center.
I have sweat and perspired off and on today. To the point of bandanna on the skull and about my neck kind of day. This makes me feel very dirty. I suspect because it is an unearned sweat or perspiration. I don't know if I expressed myself correctly on this, but I won't censor what has been tip-tapped.
Nausea has been ever present and fluctuates up and down. Never really gone - just more in my throat during the day and night. So, yes, I still burp...
...in a very foiken interesting case of life imitating life, I apparently have not one but two neighbours near by who have foiken train horns for their beep-beep horn. I mean, really?! Brian, have you heard these bastards? Damn it! It's bad enough that I hear trains in my back yard anyways, BUT, now for foiken real! I mean really...
...like a real dream come true! WTF?!
Unless there were two tug boats going down the channel out back. IDK?
The sounds at this moment are swamp and nature...
...in both of my ears. Not synced - but cicadas, crickets, frogs, gators mating out back and all like that.
Loudly and truly altering my present state...
... even though my Left Ear is Deaf as a door nail. The right One is living in an elevator. I live this. Every damned day of My Path. Sometimes total deafness for several seconds that seem an eternity when it happens. Sometimes I can't hear worth a damned and other times, things are too foiken loud! Damn! Shit! Damn it! Shit!
But, I push on-ward. As I know I "must", a term use carefully because it is such an irrational word...
...yet then it is so that I must push myself to exceed my own expectations. That exceeds what is considered the "norm"...
...in my eye orbs and in my heart, I feel these "norms" placed on Folks with disabilities could use a bit of a follow up. There's too foiking damned many Folks out here taking advantage of this benefit we receive from our country.
The things mine eye's have seen...
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