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Got home just a bit past an hour ago. The visit to She-Who-Cuts-And Snips went very well. I shall say an uneventful visit. Other than the removal of the "C" word - oh, but wait-wait one minute...
...found out post cut-n-snip that "this" specimen will be sent off to the laboratory for further testing. Um, I thought this visit was to be the whole damned thing this morning. "Further Testing", was a surprise and another seven to ten days wait. What? Damn it! There is a hand full of stitches on my under arm, which sends my right arm to the DL - The Disabled List. That's alright...
...I bet this left one is ready to begin a new exercise regimen. Good-goodness, this one left arm has pained me for the return to lifting a few pounds. So today I begin anew.
Oh yes, I'm OOS! Out Of Sound! Damn it! I had forgotten the new label. It sounds so bleak and hollow. Helpless? Perhaps a word a customer should have not heard. Ever. This OOS has crept into both brains and I have let it trouble me. I suppose it's the new and improved SSD, Single Side Deaf. I am side ways a bit. I may have cause for being a bit blue and side ways combined over this whole damned OOS thing. I mean, what am I to do? What to do?
By the way, if I have not shared, I say now that my processor has been returned to me. Must wait for surgical site to heal then we'll reprogram the processor. Thank You, Great Spirit...
...sometimes it's not so nice for me to be side-ways. Just sayin'...
Kindred, this damned Meniere's tagged along to doctor's office. I swear! I sweated in air conditioned clinic, gagged, and thought I was going to have to lay down dizzy. I mean, it's like what the hell? Post surgery, I did remain laying down for a spell. It was the right thing to do...
...imagine. All of this, the Meniere's stuff, compounded with having to focus on what was happening at the moment. I did not call time out at all, just conducted conversation with my doctor who cuts-n-snips. She's such a delight! I shared with her today that I love her. Really. I do. Heck, I think it's cool. She's hot too. Hush and no, I'm not that sort of guy. Anymore.
This Meniere's just seems to be attached to me like a limb. IDK, I don't know. Like a third arm, right? Or a second? IDK.
Oh, how I desired a latte` from Starbucks Coffee Company today. Had my head wrapped around it since yesterday when we planned to our trip to clinic and have Starbucks Coffee after. I would love to quench this thirst for a Quad, Grande, Cinnamon Dulce Latte`, with extra Fairy Dust, please. We rode past one half dozen stores. The one driving was unable to pull over, if but for the few minutes the barista might require to create my favorite beverage. My nephew is ill, so it is the right thing to do after hanging out with his mom and dad at Mom's job while I had the cut-n-snip. I understand. No, I haven't convinced myself yet. That's okay.
I say this now, Shit, how it is I miss the days when I was living a good and productive life! Working hard for our stores, customers, company and working hard to make some very honest money for my family and I...
...it busts my gut and pride to have to ask and depend on others for transportation. Or foiken anything for that matter! I am a grown ass man, damn it! Respect, a good hand shake and keeping one's word are still how I practice life...
...even if I must lose sweat, blood and tears, this is the way I do practice living.
I yell - It's my purpose to stomp on this Meniere's Disease.
It's destiny?
No more words.
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