This Is What It Sounds Like When Meniere's Cry's

Greetings To All Relations,

After leaving Sir Dude's office earlier this morning, I knew it was time for me to begin the process of reconnecting, communicating and opening up. Today's visit had a different feel to it. I have not placed my thumb on it yet, but I suspect I will eventually. My therapist and I have indeed placed together this formula over the past year or so...

...he has been my therapist under my employ. He was not referred nor was I directed to by the State. I knew I needed some help and knew I needed it badly. My Sir Dude, is an individual I
have felt very comfortable with the past three to four years. There's something enriching about the direction we as a Team are headed. I'll have to follow up on this, the amount of time together, so that I might acknowledge our patient-therapist relationship as well as our man to man connection that has been established and very soundly based on trust. Today's visit and gathering was a damned good one. Yes, pretty damned good.

I utilized the privilege of using the Little Bus, as my nephew and Little Buddy called it yesterday. Ha! He's so awesome! But yes, I took my round trip to visit Sir Dude. My second round trip paid for and fourth over all. I must really say that I am very appreciative of this opportunity to ride the Hartplus. I have not met an associate of the Mass Transit System who has not treated me with respect and dignity. Sometimes, I feel a bit awkward with the special attention offered...

...I mean, are these kind Folks really doing this for "me"?

Tomorrow afternoon, I'll visit with Dr. N., He-Who-Knows-My-Mind. I will use a round trip via the mass transit. My first venture from this part of town and I am excited. I will get to see and watch the cars of South Tampa go by. I must call after 1800 to confirm pick up for me post visit. Looks as if I may have some time to jot down a post card or a letter...

...that's cool. I'm out and about, taking care of my business, the whole mind and body thing, ya know? There's a Tea House up the block and around the corner from Dr. N's office. Maybe I see a visit there in my Crystal Ball. So sweet.

On 02 May 2012, I have an appointment with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Have some In-Law time and take care of this "wound" that remains alive near my implant. It remains productive with what appears to be a combination of blood and clear body fluids. With this wound still weeping, there will not be any reprogramming of my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid. The pains remind me of what we have done on the side of my head. I have seen the demitasse sized saucer on the side of my skull. Today marks the sixth week post surgery and the healing process remains interrupted. My dear Brenda, assures me this has been the worst of all operations and procedures. Neither of the three of us are cheerful about this wound. I'm afraid there will have to be yet another one soon. My poor babe...

...Bless her heart. She gets stuck with the dressings every time. I am thankful and Blessed. Gratitude.

I am looking forward to my visit with Dr. N., in the morrow...

...we've got something to talk about.

Ciao.

p.s. This is what it sounds like when Meniere's cry's...