He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, Our Face To Face

Relations,

Hello.

I follow up from my earlier communique to share with you what it was doctor and I spoke about during our gathering. For me, it seemed a mixed bag. I was happy He-Who-Touched-My-Brain was happy about the right good healing of the wound. He too, feels that I had an abscess that had completed it's course - freeing me of the small lump and hole that had not healed 100%. Today, this specimen looks absolutely awesome. Flat, red and pink and rather smooth with the markings created by the stitches...

...one of which may have in fact created the abscess. The left side of my head has pained me and was troubling while in clinic so I was able to describe very well what was going on then. To include post Meniere's attack symptoms to boot - all happening/occurring while right there. Spoke of the worms which I just felt and the spiders that disturb my sleep. Them ones that squirm around between my skin and my skull...

...speaking of which, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain shared with me that my "scalp is very thick" - as he motioned with his right thumb and forefinger, "about this much" was what I took off. I gulped. Burped and tasted this mornings medicines. (Nausea) He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, with my consent, really-really bleeding scalped me! Ha! I share this, them who came before me would have been proud of me to have been scalped and survived the scalping. We would have had a big feast and there would have been give-aways. In retrospect this most recent surgery was right about the fifth or sixth operation where some sort of scalping was involved. This one most recent scalping was like "yes, about this much was what I removed from your thick scalp". I am laughing. Was laughing out loud. Now not so much, but doctor and I had an awesome connection right then and there. And Hell yeah, my Kinfolk are hollerin' it up - up there in heaven! I gulped when he mentioned that word. "Scalped". Great Day, My Great Spirit! That and the following was instantly in my thoughts and upon my face. Although I did not remind Doc., it was not too many operations ago that He, my Right Good Doctor informed me I have the hardest skull he has ever had to work on. Now, my Brother, shares and states -  I have learned and am informed I have a thick scalp. "The Thickest". I smile as I see the satisfaction in my doctors face. Bless his heart. I thank you, my Great Spirit for connecting He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I. Seen. Doc., has been a genuine Earth Angel for me and to my life and Path.

The right HH, Hard of Hearing ear and the symptoms disturbs my doctor. I permitted She-With-A-Strong-Face to coordinate this follow up appointment doctor wants done sooner than later. Doctor really wanted some tests done today and I am kicking myself in the ass because I failed to take these tests today. My daughter was in a packed waiting room and we did have to wait just a bit longer than usual for me to get squeezed in. She also had plans I did not wish to disturb - so I promised doctor I would coordinate our next follow up. I didn't - she did. Besides that, it is the day following my dear one's departure for a land far and far away. (I dread that day) I do not want to have any influences on what ever tests doctor has ordered. So, tomorrow I shall call the clinic to make appointment earlier than two weeks out.

My body and my better state of health commitment is my business. Not hers. So, come morn.

We discussed the symptoms I have been having the past several days. The noises, the sounds, the "pop's", informing He-Who-Touched-My-Brain of somebody mowing my back yard at 2300 last night. We spoke about my right ear having to wake up after I have woken from a sleep. Doctor wants to conduct an experiment that we will do tonight. He, has requested I sleep in a reclined position. At an angel, with my head raised up a few degrees in other words. Doctor is puzzled. Suspects it is the Meniere's Disease creating imbalance and issues with hearing by possible fluids within the right ear. If this works then we know...

...if not, I see in my Crystal Ball that there may not be too much of anything we might possibly do. Or not too much time with which to do this. I really do not know. There is anxiety welling up inside and my emotions are as live bare electrical wires. Seems as if I cry at every spark. As mentioned, there is an appointment to move up sooner for tests. Maybe then, we will have a better idea on where to go and what to do with this. With the more difficulty hearing I have had, the more frustrating listening in private becomes. Even then, much more so in public, as in while out and about. Spoke of the buffering of what hearing does take place and that occurs in my day-to-day life style. Unfortunately, it has become necessary for me to cup my ear to hear and or listen. Doctor and I spoke of the loss of hearing and my feeling the vibrations of my voice in my upper body, chest and it's innards. I saw my dear doctor share his face that let me see He, has some thinking to do. Doc. is a tough one to See sometimes, other times like today, we felt the joy and happiness coupled with the business at hand. This was worn on both of our faces. I know this.

I have been afraid of the Deafness since I lost hearing in my left ear. I have tried to play like a strong dude, but the silence is scary. Odd how it is that the sounds, noises and now a silence that must work to awaken and provide listening made me realize what a beautiful right ear I have. Yes, I did just pay myself a compliment and say my right ear is beautiful. I love my left one too.
Sometimes, I think, I forgot to stop and look at just how cool my ears are! I have learned to notice how much of my body I have taken for granted. How many parts of me I have learned to love again. These ears for example, they're just as cute as could be and this left one is pierced with the highest gauge possible without deforming my ear. So Choice! The contrast of steel and my implant is outstanding. When I put the brown blinged out processor on, that's just a whole bonus thing right there, you see. The satellite dish here where my abutment lives is still something I am growing accustomed to. But I think I have fallen rather in love with it really. Even letting the stop-to-see-and-rubber-neck's, who must take a peak, something that once truly bugged the shit out of me, is now easier for me to brush off. I say, Bless their hearts. I reckon I am coming along well where this "letting go" business is taking root. All because I think I may be starting to feel badly for them...

...them and those who stop-to-see-and-rubber-neck. No. I don't know why either. (?)

My DNA and my innards tell me this is the way of My Path. Great Spirit, has placed He-Who-Touched-My-Brain on My Path for reasons and a purpose. We are a team and I'm in this for the long haul damn it. We as a Better Health Care Team, has, have and will continue to battle on to fight a good fight.

I am a Warrior. Doctor is a powerful Warrior and is my right hand man. And I trust him.

This is all I have to say.