I'll be sitting with my good Doctor, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain within the next two or so hours. An appointment could not have been timelier. What with last night's bleeding, the stench and the pains from site of surgery, the left side of face and down the left side of my neck. Am still wearing the by now bloody and yucky plastic cap.
Dear God, please let it be so Doctor removes this cap-in-an-odd-place from my skull today.
How apropos the Meniere's is acting up and foolish...
...nausea is strong and at Adams apple. I am burping like the boy's in a pub and so far it isn't showing signs of letting go.
The dizziness and "light headiness" has had me feeling a few yards of tipsy since I woke up this morning. My balance and coordination is not coordinating a plan to keep me from bumping into these walls that move in my Lodge. Or this "John Wayne", furniture made from thick sturdy wood that seem to sometimes just get in the way. Which wasn't in the way moments ago.
I have sweat, perspired and misted all in less than two hours. This has been going on non-stop since first thing upon wakening.
There is a beyond maddening beep going on in my Left Deaf Ear. It seems to be a new and improved Morse Code. That or the operator is very experienced and is sending out May-Day to his KGB Comrade's in the forest of fallen trees. It beeps to me that the KGB is working along side the CIA on this one. I am translating that Moscow has given the approval for the removal of an Iranian Ex-Pat no longer welcome on Mother Earth.
My right ear is listening to the swamps of the South Western Everglades - gators, frogs, crickets and night birds. In the middle of a broad day light...
...and I reside in West Central Florida. Yesterday, I had a jet plane engine parked out back with the engine reeving up to go no where.
Yes, Relations, I have eaten my medications, except for pain relief which I shall take now. I want to see my Doctor so really tough like.
Peace.
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