Toss Me A Bone, Something, Please?

Wow.

Seems a lot like deja vu all over again, again

I've worn these shoes before I know, but damn it -

throw the brother a bone already. Or something, please?

The left side of my head wants to pain me to a point where my body chemistry is creating 'pain blockers' or something like that, because this shit on the side of my head hurts like a pain one would know only by having experienced same same before. Seen? I mean, it's not every day that Folks have a piece of their scalp removed, true. I am nauseated and am very uncomfortable. I have attempted to sleep, music therapy, medicine prescribed for me, and I am still in a painful state, I am wide awake and my ears both are full of sound and noise.

I mean, it's not in my repertoire' to be having BOTOX injections about my scalp and face and a chunk of my body sniped off in a matter of three days. Honey's, I don't know any one but me, who would do this and listen here, I am damned okay with this too. Yes, here we are and I am here hanging tough. I must. Even with this horrendously painful wound, I know that I must keep on going...

...it's in the blood.

Speaking of which, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, assisted the cause by cauterizing the site of flesh removal, and yes, I had been injected with some sort of local anesthesia at the site. Cut-cut, snip-snip, oh what a relief it is. I hope. And I pray, because I do not want to stop and count the amount of operations, surgeries and procedures, which are surgeries conducted in clinic. I actually prefer this method of attacking this Meniere's. I dread hospital stays. Yeah? Yes, Sir.