It will soon be 1330, this fine Friday Florida afternoon. I awoke at a causal time this morning and waited in bed for the hearing in my right ear to catch up with the rest of me. My dear good doctor, seems to have zeroed in on a diagnosis of Migraines. I respect this diagnosis and his decision to refer me to a different Neurologist. A professor from the University of South Florida. In my Spirit's, if He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, says so, well then, it is so...
...doctor's assistant is coordinating and expediting an appointment for me with her. I will call the telephone number to her practice come Monday morning to find location of same.
The appointment I had with doctor on Wednesday had me a bit disappointed in a few aspects of the battle plan. I swear, I was hoping it would be He-Who-Touched-My-Brain to do any surgery on my neck in the near future. These cervical spine issues too intermingle with these diagnosis of Meniere's Disease, and Migraines. All too well, and I really wonder at this moment, could some of these very symptoms be related to the cervical spine. I reckon we'll soon find out. Please God. I am positive not too many Folk might understand what all-of-this feels like and what it is my body and I go through every day. I do and this is why I continue to pursue what I believe to be the enemy within this skin. These and those things that have wrecked a working Man's life - with wife, Kinfolk, Job, money and all of the savings that we have had to use to supplement our inadequate income coming into our business. Our home and health is our business...
...being sickly has changed so much and it is the salt added to the wound that stings so bad. The taste of salt lingers after we are required to utilize financial matters that were meant for our later years. This hurts a Man's Heart and affects so much of my mind and day-to-day. It hurts me to see my dear wife worry and stress, it hurts to see her work so hard. When she works the over time which taxes my dear''s body.
My Great Spirit, please Bless my wife and children. Please, Bless He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, his wonderful clinic ad them who work there. I truly love you all more than my words can express.
God Bless America and please Bless the people's of Syria and them who are my Relation there. God, please Bless our Men and Women in uniform across the other side of Earth Mother.
Christmas may be on a strict and slim way this year and gifts unlike years before too will be strict and practical, but the one thing these illness won't take away is my love for the holiday and what it represents. The Birth of Jesus Christ, and oh, I am eager to celebrate His birthday!
Love, peace and more peace, me
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