Under Pressure...the Politic's of Medicine.

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I had an appointment on the yesterday afternoon with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I had a blast with the staff and had right good face to face talk with Doctor. I did not keep him too long on this visit. What was said, was said and shared and I sit here knowing that I have one of the world's finest physician's in my life as a Leader in my Better Health, Mind, Body and Spirit Team. He knows that he has my total trust and an unconditional love that comes from the person whose very brain has been touched by this fellow human. In my heart, he is like an Earth Spirit. Doctor D., shared the results of audiology tests conducted there at the clinic this afternoon. The tests of both hearing and bone bone conduction. Doctor took the time to research a medication I am eating extra doses of. It is a neurological pain medication and I was concerned of consuming too much quantity of this particular medication. I am no longer concerned about that now. The deep inner ear pain are still being considered neurologically related, so I apply deep tissue massage to self. I swear there are times when I wish for a man, maybe a cowboy, with strong and unrelenting hands and fingers who would or could penetrate to the bones of my scalp, neck, and shoulders. Doc., says my right ear looks good even with the issues of pops and plopping and the dang liquid that manifests from within. Tells me that my left ear looks beautiful. (I don't think he knows that I love it when he says that) This new lump near the site of implant will be addressed by the application of a steroid ointment. I was so afraid of the potential for some snip-n-cut, but, none such, and my dear He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, shares, informs and reports that it is time for me to seriously consider hearing aids for my right-good-bad-ear...

...I don't know what I am more under pressure about, the expense of picking out a Hearing Aid. I mean, that's just for me to pick one out, as in $100.00, BOOM! right there gone from our financial matters. Then I am also thinking about the expense of the actual hearing aid, what will the fucking insurance company cover and what will it not. I mean. Or, is it that I am that much closer to one who is Deaf and now, even more Hard of Hearing? I don't know, but I betcha I am under pressure.

Kindred, I am still waiting for the medication She-With-Many-Names ordered for me. This medication was ordered on 16 April 2013. Today is 24 April, and I ask why is it that the drug store up the street and my insurance company decide to have a debate with the medication it is that I am to eat. God Bless America! And no, not you, it is you stank ass medicinal folk. Yes,  you whores, who make patients like me wait for the fucking politics of medicine to run its course.

Yes, I'm very well aware that this type of mentality is totally against my call to arms versus medication served by pill, tablet, or capsule and injections too. Because I much would much rather NOT take or eat any more medication's. For Shits Sake!

Damn it, some folk's don't know!

If not for my yard dude, I would be living in the swamps with grass, weeds and Lantana, up to my birthing hips. And yes Mister, it was said long ago that I had birthing hips. Maybe far back as 1984. So, yes, it is important for me to maintain a certain shape and am knowing that I must lose some of this gawd damned weight wrapped around my waist. I mean, I mean to say that I am under pressure you all.

My New Neurologist has informed me that for the time being we have gone as far as we can with the injections. I have to wait for the next round of Botox next month. Yesterday I mentioned Physical Therapy, traction and massage for a part of my rehabilitation to the nurse who was a go-between Doctor and I. Also, this is where the increase in neurological medicine comes in. That new fancy-shmancy politically driven anti-depressant comes into the picture from here too. This will piggy back the anti-depressant that I am currently eating. The one I take now is a teenie tiny pretty little sparkling white pill. Every night before bed time, yes Ma'am, I eat and swallow...

...sometimes I might forget, I figure it must be because I am just under pressure.

Under pressure, the Politic's of Medicine.