Good Evening Relations,
Time is late here in the South Eastern United States. I am sleepy yet am unable to sleep. I have had you, my Kindred in mind and wanted to connect for a brief visit.
I am preparing for the mornings surgery. I don't usually get as wound up as I am this evening. I consider now if maybe I planned this one too shortly after the one I had just a few weeks ago. I am still with light bleeding but am displaying the fluids of infection. I wear my Glasscock daily and Brenda has done an awesome job with attending to the twice daily application of medical ointment and dressing...
...at 1015 in the morrow, She-Who-Snips-And-Cuts, will be cutting and snipping on the Cancers that have grown under my right arm's bicep. More blood, more pain, more dressings. Tomorrow will make four weeks since I have lifted weights. I suspect there will be another delay after this.
Truly, I will connect with one and all tomorrow afternoon. I will have my wits about me as there will be no anesthesia administered. "Local anesthesia", will be the term used. Shots and grins.
The Meniere's has had me by the throat the past day and today. On yesterday I ventured out of doors and was exhausted by an ordinary visit to the store with the big red dot. Am dizzy, nauseated and dizzy at this moment. Even though I have not noticed any popping in my right ear, I have noticed an unusual amount of different sounds and noises...
...I was picking up The M15 attempting to gain contact with the KGB. Having fun and amusements at the cost of the U.S.'s Secret Service. Ha! The jokes!
A pleasant storm passed over last night. Temperatures will be cool for a few days prior to a return to those cursed hot days of mid-Spring here in the South. I love it!
Back to my safe place and another few pages about Sitting Bull.
Until then...
...love, peace and more peace.
P.S. Justice for the youth Treyvon Martin!
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