Neurologist, Meniere's & Begging, No Migraines

I will be off to visit with the Neurologist early in the morrow morning. Am not concerned or worried about whatever may be exchanged when doctor and I have our face to face. This visit is a matter of following instructions. My bodies language, along with the pain and discomfort in my neck, ears and shoulders. I am familiar with the verbiage and will listen to the abouts of the degenerative bone disease of the cervical spine and slipped or bulging disc's and the consequences of both.

No. Hold it, no, not according to my crystal ball or the palms of my hands are there any surgeries in my future. Pneumonia, perhaps. Tis the season for my annual case of pneumonia. A part of life for my lungs and I. It sure would be so bonus to by-pass that whole piece this year. Now that I'm covered 100% by the insurance company, I'll fly right on through the remainder of this year healthier than the pardoned turkey at the White House...

...in my life, that's not Murphy's Law anymore. This has become a Mario-ism. Yes. Damn it, if it's poop that is going to happen, my name is in the situation somewhere or somehow. A write in ballot. The Murphy's are evicted for shits sake! It's now all about them damned Mario-isms.

Meniere's has played with my emotions today. The dizziness and the nausea. Sweating as if I was at the sauna. The popping in my right ear all-the-day-long and sounds interfering with my difficulty hearing. Speaking of hearing, the whole listening experience was way way off today. Even with my Baha, the listening piece was just shit poor. I noticed that my Aunt Candi noticed that she was sitting on 'the bad side' of my skull - the side with the implant. Although today, both sides had a tough time. It sure was good to hear a different raised voice. Nothing lost on the translation piece. Not a thing. Oh yes, I do wish to share that there was a squadron of fighter jets swooping down and about the lodge last night. Seen. It sounded as if they were to drop bombs, my Lodge, my wife and my hounds and I would have been long gone. No, I didn't mention this to Brenda, my darlin' wife, because I didn't want to concern her any. She wouldn't have worried about the jets - she would have had concern for me.

I tell you what, if I find out this had something to do with that damned Martin Clan, there will be some feuding going on in this county right here for sure.

Please, Great One, Bless my visit with doctor in the morrow. Please Great One, just No Meniere's + Migranes' scenario, please. It's all about a better state of health, mind, body and spirit's. Jah!