Doctor In The Afternoon, Anxiety, And Daughters

Relations,

Good Evening. Good Night and Good Morning.

I have attempt to lay down for the nights good rest, but I find myself here checking in on my daughters flight plan from JFK in New York City to Heathrow International, In London. BST, really? I mean really, all I want to know is when's my daughters plane to land and not bend my brains trying to figure this sort of thing out. I'm anxious enough as it is. Damned near overwhelmed with it truly.

Tomorrow afternoon, I shall have audio testing done on my right ear. He-Who-Has-Touched-My-Brain, will see me shortly there after. We will discuss the matters with both ears. The non-healing situation at the site of surgery on the left side of my head. The freaked-out-wound is leaking again. The abutment and base of implant continues to pass peculiar body fluids. I am eager and yes, I suspect and acknowledge where this may be a creator of some of this anxiety.

Yes, yes, I see.

My youngest gathered her gear, laundry and vittles and has returned to the Lodge across the county. Which in my heart seems as if she lives across the State of Florida. My Dearest Baby. I sure wished would have stayed a bit longer, but I understand the business plan of her decision and agreed it is a good danged call. My youngest is working two jobs. I worry about her health, diet and rest. I worry about her safety. I get increased levels of anxiety.

Daily.

My beautiful daughter's have continued a Family Tradition. Work. In one case my eldest worked three AND went to university. My youngest, works two jobs and has been working since late teen.
Presently, my Eldest is en route to a place far and far away. To teach Women and Girls to speck English....

...both have run circles about me on the travel piece. I mean, like "BAM"! They've been like ping pong balls. Through the air or on these US highways and via ships my daughters have bust their moves. Oh yes, I am so very proud of the two who won the race! I love them with all of my heart and every cell within this skin. All of the Innards too. Even this DNA that will survive long after I have moved from this Human form to Spirit. All is same-same for my wife, I will love these three Women in future lives, I love them three this much. I worry and stress. I pray. All of this, flying and moving about to and fro sends me into the highest of anxiety.

Daily...

...anxiety comes here to visit and sits a spell. I know, I am a Survivor and I am a Dad. Seen.

This anxiety is kinda - sorta like this life altering Meniere's Disease. Just on a completely different level. My daughters come before me. Oh, and my bride too. Then the illnesses and anxieties that come with that. My Family is my number one priority....

...my medications, my appointments - as in the morrow's after noon, unable to drive, unable to ride a trike, the need to have a Face-to-Face with Sir Dude and not calling, my requirements for transportation - "The All of My Shit", is a totally different anxiety. 

Daily.

The yearn to be with other's. To connect and converse...

...and now to return to this silent lodge of ours. This empty nest.

To know I'll be alone in the morn when I wake.

Anxiety.