Off To Hospital For Surgery Directly

Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,

Well, here I am tip-tapping awaiting 0915 to strike, then off to hospital for some fresh slice, snip and dice. No, this isn't the first time, but God, please let it be last time. The only surgery remaining for the skull, would be another implant and that isn't in the horizon. That's up the road a piece. Oh yes, and up to Great Spirit.

By the way, it doesn't matter how many times One is operated on there is no getting used to the concept of having the skull cracked or the skin cut and pieces of my head removed. No, I just never have grown accustomed to it...

...and please believe this is not about trust. Folks know how much I trust and love my doctor, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Our relationship is one of the most extraordinary relationships I have ever had in life. I pray for him and his family and pray for the Great Spirit to Bless his hands.

Please Great Spirit, Bless his hands and the hands of them who will assist him during this surgery.

In an odd and usual sort of way, I'm looking forward to this taking place. I would love to be able to wear and use my implant for the utmost usage. This mini-computer that I so often attach to mine skull. I miss it and am eager for it to be returned from the manufacture. Won't be able to wear it for a spell, but I sure do want it here with me for when I can.

I am not really nervous. There is only one thing I am afraid of and that is waking up during the surgery. It wouldn't bother me in the least if I didn't wake up from it. Today is a beautiful day and it is a good day to die. I would be heading right back up to down South. Just please, please, do not let me wake during this surgery...

...Folks would be reading about me from here in Tampa to Tibet, Tokyo and Turkey.

Got to go.

Much love, peace and more peace, Mario

p.s. I usually do not wake thirsty, but today I could drink two liters of Iced Green Tea - one liter at a time. Ha!