If there was a means, I would gladly appreciate a Deep Brain Massage. I know what it's like to have deep tissue massage, but a brain massage would be orgasmic. There are times when I wish I could if even but a minute reach behind this skull of mine. Areas of pain develop like pockets of nerves waiting to be hit and distributed to other parts of this Human Body. There are very few nights that I miss out on massaging my scalp by hand and with a tool that finds and hits these damned nerves every time. I consider the flesh, nerves and vessels that have been cut, sliced and disposed of...
...my head does not look like the skull and head I was born with. I have that canvas here that is painting a of saucer sized satellite resting on the left side of my head. Look, when I can see it face-to-face on and or in the mirror, I know this is going to be big, no, huge once done and healed.
The site of my implant is smooth and soft to the South of implant and lumped and Mal-formed scars to the North. I want this ointment to work and succeed at it's intended purpose. I mean, please, will some body toss this ole Doggy a bone. It's in the Core of my mind and being that there will be another trip to procedure or surgery. Then, if I am incorrect, I'll be happy. Oui?
Please, pardon me, speaking of dogs, I observed something that my dear hound Ting Ting does with her vittles. I feed them at 1800 you see, they tell me when it's 1800. Anyway's, this evening I noticed Ting Ting removing bits and pieces from her Dog Dish and setting rolls of three bits - side by side "just" touching one another. Now, what am I to say? Maybe now I am an exclusive member with the National Dogg Secret Service? I don't know. One thing I do know is that I love Ting Ting more than any other pet ever. There was a couple of pups as a child, but we were not permitted the time to bond. For one, a Kinfolk member drove him off and the second was the runt of the litter and I reckon, as I was told, her Mama, had to do something about her. Too many pup's I was told.
The Great Spirit, as my witness, Ting Ting, is this Man's very best good friend. And, Folks, she is very strict with who I have contact with. She is very protective and supervises me when I'm out in the Garden's. Yes, I have more than one garden. I feel their Plant and Tree Vibes and am Blessed to have such a connection with the plant life. A true Blessing indeed.
I have had a day that has had me so dizzy it was necessary to lay down, nausea so bad I considered Bulimia, but there was nothing in my stomach but pills and capsules and gel cap. I couldn't see that action because it would have been a waste of money and good medicine. Oh my, I can be such a damned goof.
I have contemplated for the past couple of hours about this meniere's disease and how in the hell could I have had this invasion wait until I was forty-something to attack and manifest it's plan on my mind, body and Spirit's. I can remember the questions and answers about the accidents or blows to the head and or ear. Well, I have come up with a small list of incidents from my childhood to the present...
...I remember falling off the back of an ice cream truck and banging the hell out of the back of my head. I have been slapped on ears a few times - all by Kinfolk. Odd how that just happened to slap me on the face. Pun intended. I have fallen off of tall fences and trees. Falling and bouncing my head on the floor and or Earth Mother. No, don't fool yourself, Mother Earth, has no cushion to break a fall. I have fallen off the backs of horese and know this to be true. I would love cushions for me to wear and protect my Human form, skin, bones and all. Please! Ha!
The sounds in my Deaf ear has had another festive day with beeps to hearing someone talk to me while I was in the shower. So clear was this voice, I thought three things, A. My youngest was home early. B. My Eldest was leaving a message. and C. I thought my Bride was home or leaving me a message on the telephone. Nope. I was home alone and not one message on the telephone.
I have had ear pains today. Have developed a sore throat and am able to determine that my glands are swollen in my neck. All weird and all a mystery.
My balance is off and coordination affected. The Human-Bumper-Car walking.
I can feel the sweat slide from my chest pass over my stomach to get caught by my Camo Shorts. My neck is misting, so I keep a faithful bandanna wrapped about my slimming neck.
Oh, YES! I have lost 12 pounds since 26 March 2012. That reflects just how much heavier I was the day of surgery. Oh no, I can't share that yet, but I will share that I have lost a pant size, a shirt size and a belt size. I don't wish to be boastful because I don't want to jinx my success...
...although that is one five pound bag of flour, one five pound bag of sugar and a couple nice sized sweet potatoes. I mean, really. Or, a ten pound bag of brown rice and two pounds of coffee.
She's gone country........look at them boots.
Be well.
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