The Re-Education Of Mario?

I am not aware of how much time I have until the medicinal cocktail I just ingested kicks in, so for now, I'll share some of the Meniere's related rubbish that has surfaced today. In between sleeps, I have vomitted medicine from my tummy. I have sweat off and on today as if it were hot out and it was not. I have been dizzy with a dull head sensation as if hung over from a bad night out...

...and I wish to share how I feel about where my New Team Mates and I are heading in with my re-development. The Re-Education of Mario? A Life Time of Rehabilitation, in some form, one way or another. The World According To Mario. The Re-birth Of Pearl? For shits sake, I'm not too sure how it is I could feel and think so differently about where I am this evening versus one week ago tonight. The build up and sputtering anticipation for the gathering with She-With-Many-Names and the bonus of meeting Doctor Good Fellow.

I made comment earlier today about a new tablet I am eating these days. Um, I think this damned thing has relaxed my neck, cervical spine and muscles, my shoulders and muscles and the brains so well that pains are rising from same area, but on the other side of neck. The tablet looks very much like another in my latest list of medications. So too similar I will have to use caution when taking on or the other.

She-With-Many-Names, Doctor Good Fellow and I await the approval from the insurance company and then there will be a series of Botox injections into my scalp, my neck and left broad shoulder. As some of my Readers may know, I relish this activity. Not so much the addition of more pills and more injections, but damn, something is being done and we are conducting business and experiments. We are moving forward with a Patient Business Plan with respects to what it is I am dealing with. Knowing that now, my dear wife is aware of just what it has been that I have been going through...

...going through, for how many years of un-necessary pain and misery. My God, You know I stopped talking about this just to get folks off my back about it and besides, my former Team Mates had no direction. No purpose for occupying my time, health and money spent on sub par clinical and or medical direction and patient care and attention. I see now, why so many of the staff have left here. I am a patient who had enough of the hurry up and do nothing shit. The office manager is an Oxen Ass Hole. I feel sorry for them who have to listen to his sorry ass every day. Tisk, tisk, tisk. As far as the doctor, this is something that has been a matter of discussion in the past on many an occasion. It was a decision that was made easy by He-Who, referred me.

In Our first visit, She-With-Many-Names and Dr. Good Fellow studied me, read the completed multi page application to the KGB and had in place a direction for me to look forward to. A Plan of Action. Talks of big things to come. Different approaches on how we might bust up the matter. There being news of yet another implant within the next year or so was a surprise. Hello? Then this being an implant before the one I was expecting to have first sooner or later. Huh? Alright.

I have no more to say.