The State of The State of My Union Address

   *****************The State of The State of My Union Address*******************

Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,

I am sending this communique to report, inform and address certain subjects, incidents, and events since the last State of The State of My Union Address. (I will refrain from repeating that as much as very possible).

I shall begin by sharing that the Battles vs. The Meniere's Disease continues. I had surgery on 26 March 2012. The wound, seven weeks later continues to weep. The steroid ointment to ease the swollen lumps near the abutment and the site of my implant has had a minimal affect/effect on them. Three lumps, one of which comes into direct contact with the abutment itself. This operation was something I considered seriously because of the necessity of having to have in hospital surgery. This was to have enhanced the side of my skull to accommodate my BAHA, the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid. My Medical Team and I have some incomplete work here. I want too badly to be able to utilize this tool that helps me hear even if but a bit better - is a bit better that being SSD, as I am today. (Single Side Deaf) Yes, I still have my right good-bad-ear working. Pretty much as it is, it's will. Not mine. The mysterious sudden silences continue to occur. I'm afraid He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, will tell me that I'll have to go the rest of my life deaf.

One week and four days post operation I had an impressive bleeding. It was caused by a silicone disc that was to be used as a healing shield. This disc was creating the issue by cutting into my wound. Over and over, like a deli meat and cheese slicer. Saw? I won't go into many details but I did bleed an incredibly unfortunate amount of my precious life fluids. I gave an estimate of 2 liters of blood. I suspect I may have under estimated. I was just recently informed by one older than I, that I had panicked when the blood spewed from my wound. Informs me all I had to do was apply pressure. Why didn't I dial the 911 emergency line? Also stating the body has plenty of blood. Another agreed...

...I report that I have seen and felt how it is odd and so sad how and when some Folks, must have something to say about whatever it is/was one might experience in their Life's Travels. One's Path, My Path. I have had the misfortune of seeing this happen in other families, people, folks as well. Empathy?

I experienced a Life Altering Scenario with this bleeding. Never ever have I seen such a scene of blood. Bloody paper tissue from where I made a good effort to stop the bleeding. Wads and wads of blood soiled tissue that was totally wet and red with my blood - dripping with my blood. There came a point where I knew it was best for me to disrobe and get into the bath tub. Where I waited my Brides arrival. My Baby Sister was also in route to the Lodge. There was really no need for me to panic. Yes, the first few moments were a concern for me, but I knew exactly what to do.

I am thankful to Great Spirit, for being there with me in the silence. Am knowing very well, that I approached this incident as if I was attending to another who had been injured or was expelling blood clots, bit's of flesh and head matter. By the liter. Enough to make a blood pudding in the t-shirt I was wearing. Clots the size of chicken livers...

...I felt the energies from and of the Creator of All, Creator of the Earth Mother, planets and Universe. I was Blessed that day. I have not a cell of doubt that if it was to have been my day - it was a Damned Good Day To Die! My Creator shared and showed me that day, that there is nothing to be afraid of when it comes to passing over or crossing over or dieing or whatever one might call death. It is not a horrible event when you're there in God's Company. I saw what it felt like to be removed from my Human form that day. What a sensation! I am feeling the sensations in my Core now in nice flashes, as I sit here speaking with you. I am knowing I decided then, in and with clear mind, Spirit's and body, that I was not dialing for the emergency folks, because they would have made an utter fucking mess of both front doors. I was looking at this from the position that I didn't want to inherit the debt of repair whiles disabled.

May  the The Older one might reconsider. By the way, a Man Carry's 6 quarts or 5.6 liters of blood in his body. A Woman has 3.5 quarts or 3.3 liters. 5.6 liters - 2.00 liters = "not so much" remains. Celebrate with me with this event. Don't judge or display the vibes you share.

The incidents of Meniere's Disease Vertigo Attacks are averaging once every two weeks or so. The symptoms remain same. These seem to rotate and debate on which shall be superior. New sounds and noise within both ears have manifested. I was and have been diagnosed Bilateral Meniere's Disease. I am in the seat of someone who has had to deal with a menace of a disease in both ears. Here I am, continuing the struggle. Oh, yes, there was the time's of heavy depression, sadness and bitterness. I still have my bout's, but this is on a different level. My Spirit's tell me I am in a new seat. A good and comfortable one knowing with steadfast confidence that Great Spirit rests within my Core The Great One, dwells within.

Today, the Meniere's has been tasking. I am perspiring in an air conditioned lodge, nausea has been harsh and difficult. Non-productive, but very much in action. My throat goes sore from it...

...my balance and coordination's leaning to one side more than another. The Human Bumper Car, roams the floors and of a silent lodge. I have been out of doors for a few minutes for free Vitamin D. Let the hounds run amok...

...the dizziness drove me back inside. I am dizzy around the crown of my skull. An inexpressible and queer dizziness. It is best for me to be slow about the tip-tapping of these keys. *Note: I had to take a rest for a while. I felt the approaching changes of function by an attack while blogging. Actually the time was about 1415. I was Skyping with She-Who-Is-Far-Far-And-Away. Wow. It is 1808 at the moment and am very uncomfortable. My skeleton feels pained and aches. The nausea is severe, I am so dizzy I feel beyond drunk and am sweating like a Horse. I am exhausted and will require I retire directly.

Since 26 March 2012, the day of my latest surgery, I have lost 30.5 pounds or 13.8 Kilograms. Today is 07 May 2012. That's a hunk andchunk of something right there. If I should continue to lose weight at this rate I will reach out to my doctor. Yes, I am trying and have been doing so for some time, but damn, to lose so much so damned fast impresses me, but I am not too sure as to what I am doing differently. I just restarted the weight lifting to my day-to-day this morning. It's a must. My Human Form tells me so.

What was lost has been found and I have been reunited. A Man's Friend. I have three stitches remaining from what was five from an operation to remove the "C", stuff under my arms skin. The issues with Mr. Wang, have been addressed and properly dealt with. The Mr. Wangage is good, happy and healthy. Me too!

I am listening to loud and long lasting ping-ping's. Like the sound of a Tibetin bell, the ping lingers. In my right ear I am listening to what - (Wait! My Left Deaf ear just beeped! Loudly!) - sounds like a forest of insects. By the thousands and thousands. Like the forest around our home away from home in Cherokee sounds at dusk. It's as if every one insect and Feathered Cousin is in a rush to grab something to eat on the way back home...

...like our Feathered Cousins here in our Sanctuary connected to the preserve.

My adventures on the Little Bus has been a tremendous benefit to my life and My Path. Being able to venture out into society, if even but for a brief appointment has been extraordinarily freeing. I have had an opportunity to shop at the British and South African store. By myself!  I love bangers, British goods and am crazy about the Xtra Hot Zulu Hot Sauce from South Africa. I also enjoy the South African Chutney. Oh, so good. Back to the Little Bus, I have not met one driver who was not polite or did treat me with above and beyond respect. What an incredible team that I have met. I am dealing with some Kinfolk who think it is funny by calling this means of transportation, the "Short Bus". If the term itself did not have such a disrespectful cognition, maybe I would feel differently. No, of course I would. Really.

My Aunt Bunny passed away the latter part of April. Wanting to speak with her about her recipe's, home remedies, Kinfolk and chit-chat away an hour. It hurts my Spirit's that I did not spend enough time with Aunt Bunny. It is sad, but this is something I must own.

My Bride, Honorable Daughter, and I went to visit our 92 year old Grandmother, my Abuela Mary, yesterday afternoon. I am being told that my Grandmother will not be here much longer. My Abuela, is soon off to rejoin her parents and children with Jesus and the Saint's. I love you, Honorable Grandmother.

My plans for the immedate future is too increase the amount of walking and exercising that I do on a daily basis by twice of what I've begin to do. I will take better care of my body's needs. My Health will improve naturally as the affect of time happens. I am addressing the in-take of what I put in my stomach, what I eat and or drink. I see a differince in the mirror and I like what I see.

I will continue to advocate for Equal Rights for people's around this beautiful Earth Mother. Especially, for those of us here in United States of America. For them who live in Syria, for those who live in the Sudan or the Congo. For them who live on the Reservations here in "our" country,  for the Navaho Peoples in the West. For every Person of Color who lives in this America. I pray and have ceremony.

At this time I wrap up The State of The State of My Union Address, by saying thank you to all and every one who has taken a read of my words. I am forever humbled. If I may, I wish to send good fortune and good Bleesing. May good health be your way.

Love, peace and more peace, Me