Well, actually, the Worms are doing me and doing me hard too. They've invaded my entire skull by now as I feel them in my head. The space between my skin and skull is inhabited by Worms that sometimes feel as if there's a couple Earth Worms up there. You know what? I stand sure, that I must've lost some during surgery and the bleeding. Some held on tightly and did not run...
...the damned words in my head.
At this very moment I am receiving beeping signals from far and far away. Top Secret signals between the CIA, the Canadian Mountie's and the KGB. It reads as if three agents were caught crossing the border. It "is" necessary for me to come up with shit like this. It entertains me and keeps me from permitting myself to be tortured. And please, do believe I have my moments. There is a new sound to report and that is the roaring of an elephant in my back yard. No. I did not go look. The helicopters, screaming, and insect noises remain and remain steadfastly. Sometimes I really think I am picking up messages. I mean, like in the middle of the night, Morse Code messages. Oh yes, I have been stirred from a solid sleep by a mystery voice or beep-beeeeeping. Bastards! One thing I can say, is that sometimes it scares me - sometimes it doesn't. Enough of this.
Worm just moved!
I am in a bit of discomfort at the wound site and left Deaf ear. I will monitor the pain in the ear and report same to doctor.
I am dizzy at the temples at this moment. It's an odd sort of frontal dizzy. I can't explain...
...I can share that there is nausea is in my throat and stomach. As it has been the day long, really.
I am happy to share that I am misting and slightly perspiring. This is a treat compared to what I was experiencing earlier today. Sweating in an air conditioned doctor's clinic. I never make sense to myself. Ha! I never make sense of myself. I never have made sense of myself! Shit!
The balance piece has been way off today, with a few bumps-into, stumbles about and what not. So I maintain a sharp eye on my direction and steps. What else can I do?
Oh! By the way, for some reason certain family members have promoted me to purchase one of those little electric powered scooter thingies. Shit, where do some of my Kinfolk come up with this shit! Kindred, I would have to be damned near crippled before I even consider such a means of transport...
...as long as me and my six legs make it from here to there, I'm groovy. Can you dig it? And if, just by some stroke of magic happens and you are one of them who has teased me about this, please know I do not think it funny nor amusing at all.
Yes, seriously.
I am uncomfortable and think I need to step out of my head for a spell. Maybe step out of my skin.
Great Spirit, Bless them who live in The Sudan. Send your Angel Warrior's to them in Syria. Please Great One, in great haste.
Enough said.
Love, peace, and more peace, me
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