Kindred,
I send out this communique, in an unpleasant state of mind and health. I am in pain and high discomfort. I have pain in my left scalp, at the site of my implant, my neck, my left shoulder and left arm to the elbow. I have called the Neurology Center at TGH and have been asked to go to the Emergency Department...
...I hesitate, and await a return call from He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I sent him photographs on the yesterday. Since then, this bulbous mass of flesh has grown more and has surpassed the implant and abutment in size. This flesh is my flesh that originated from within the site of my implant, it hurts me and my emotions bad. What, with this huge bulb of flesh sticking out and sucking on my abutment - it is disgusting and quite embarrassing. Don't ask. But any who, I wait for my doctors return call. It is now only 1803 and based on how doc works, he is still in clinic or in surgery.
So, I'll wait. Then I'll decide what it is I will do.
Heaven's to Betsy! And I would really rather cuss up a storm and shit, but I won't. I am very frustrated by this episode with my BAHA implant. There has been much suffering behind the titanium that protrudes from the valley located on the lower left side of my skull.
I know that Dr. D., has done his best with this never ending story of snip-snip-cut-slice and dice. Look, he has it easy, he stands on the other end of that scalpel. It is I who must endure the pain and uncomfortable sadness I feel when my dear wife, Britannia, plays nurse for me.
There is something else I must share with my Guests and Reader's, I have located a lump-bump-cyst on this same left side, just inside my hair line inches from the implant.
I am so afraid. Just a bit. Really. I reckon.
Earlier today I had the utmost pleasure of meeting the latest member to our Better Health Team. I think I shall refer to her as Dr. K., and she is my first Rheumatolgist, who today, has shared with me the newest and latest diagnosis attached to my name, "arthritis". God Bless America! I am too dad gummed young for all of this nonsense! I have radiology to have done between now and my next scheduled appointment with my dear sweet Dr. K. I'm thinking, 'honey friend does not play!', and I am alright with this. I require an MRI of the lower spine and x-rays of my knees. Doc informs me that my right knee talked to her, before she said that, she almost exclaimed, my gosh. I like my good right doctor alot. I appreciate her guidance, and I trust doctor and am comfortable calling her a Team Mate. Oh, she made me promise that I would call He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, today. So I did, and I have.
I have also spoken with my therapist. I had to. You see, I call this, disengaging.
Come the morrow I shall visit with my Internist. It is time she and I have a face-to-face. I am looking forward to her consult and direction. I am prepared to take the next step in attacking these things that keep this brother down and am bring in the documentation from the insurance company on it's denial. We'll get this situated and ship shape. Chop-chop.
It's tough enough having The Man keeping me down. Seen?
I am dizzy. I am sweating and I have nausea. These pains stab me and this bulb of flesh has a pulse. The sounds in my ears are ridiculous and I am so fucking frustrated with the pain. It's all so damned simple, yet has to be so goat damned difficult. What is that?
It is 1841.
I wait...
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