I try to make light of something my heart feels heavy about and sometimes it back fires like an old truck. So no making light of anything right now. I am speaking of and on the Health matter here. I share of the Meniere's Disease and subsequent processes and procedures and surgeries and am afraid that when I share some news with my doctor, it will be time again for yet another BAHA Re-Visit. The BAHA is my Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, it's abutment and implant. To re-visit it means another surgery. To 're-visit' is a simple enough term for saying "oops, we gotta go back again", kind of thing in my head. AND, my dear reader, this is not a matter of finding any fault here, or any blame. I share that if any were to be had, it would be mine for a scalp that never stops growing. I mean, God Bless you my dear Doctor, because I believe that every time you hear my name you let a profanity pass your Christian lips. Doc. D., stop. I mean to say please, let me share with you that I am kilometers ahead of you on this piece right there. The way I look at this here is if the shoes were on the other feet, I would be the loving and caring and careful doctor with my patient and all like that, but DAMMIT MAN, what is going on with you and your bobble head? Dude? But seriously, in my heart and in my Spirit's, I am knowing that He-Who-Touched-my-Brain, and I are the Batman and Robin Duo, when it comes to a doctor and patient relationship and Team. I trust him. And, I trust our Team. I love him. And love my team to deaf there. What an awesome bunch of all sorts here, all Kindred. Blessed. Yes?
The certainty in my manner is because of something that has been going on here at the site of my implant. I really need to call 'Vonn and have her share with my doctor that there is yet another dreadful over growth of scalp at and or near my very implant. Yes, it is painful and hurts me now. Yes, it is inflamed and the area is not the colour of my ordinary beige complexion. And yes, I suspect that this has played an unsavoury roll in life the past few weeks. It has been on my scalp full of curls and this makes me wonder should I remain with my scalp shaved tight. Hey, I don't know. I speculate and consider and reconsider, but really, what can I do when life has happened and it passes me by. To come back and trip on it. Is like, "oh realllllllly?"..
...to come full circle and then almost to the date and year, to be faced with the words my one ear has heard before is unsettling on me. My body plays tricks on me. Dirty and foul tricks. Shit.
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