She Said, "That There Is A Lesion And I Have To Go See A Nuerologist".

I received a call late this afternoon from the Dr. Rhuematologist's Clinic, which is under the same roof as my life long Internist. I've known this doctor, my Internist, longer than I've known some Kinfolk out here. It was odd to take this call so late in the afternoon, it being 1748 and all. To have had to wait twelve days for a message that could have no doubt been expedited is frustrating for me. I know this, in most businesses I deal with 12 days is just too totally unacceptable.

But, a message pertaining to a health matter? Now America. you know this is not right. En'it?

Then, while speaking with the doctor's nurse, She-With-The-Same-Name as my Cowgirl cousin, I had what amounted to having to listen to the young lady speak and laugh and so on.

I wasn't wanting to laugh or hear laughter from some one I was to receive this form of message from. As the good right reader may know, I am Single Side Deaf and Hard of Hearing and was having a difficult time hearing and listening to her speak and or respond to my questions. I am disappointed in self for not pressing more on questions and answers, I felt rushed and awkward and really don't know if I received a professional call from one bearing such a message.

This message the young lady was to report to me was that, "she (the doctor) said that there is a lesion and you have to go see a Neurologist". The message that I have been waiting for one week, five days, is this, "she said, that there is a lesion and I have to go see a Neurologist.

Alright then, this is a minute when I get up and stretch my legs and limbs. Disengage? Yes.

I will be phoning the Internist Clinic come the morrow. One, to cancel the appointment that was scheduled for my ex-rheumatologist and I, come 8 July, second to release from any further duties this latest team member, and to connect with my life long Internist. I try to beg the pardon of this rheumatologist's over sight and the very unprofessional manner with which the message was conveyed, but, I just need to speak with my dear doctor.

Kinfolk, by the way, I hand delivered the results from the first MRI to Dr. She-With-Many-Names, on the Tampa General Hospital compound the afternoon of 18 June. Directly after an appointment I had with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, who also received a copy. Tomorrow morning the young lady with the ex-rheumatologist is to send all latest reports to my neurologist. I believe she will, but there will be one last call to that team, to confirm transaction between hospital's and to fax me a copy of all pertinent reports relating to this new medical case with my name on it.

Wait. Let me please get this off my chest, please? Okay, then, on 10 June, I was informed that there is a lesion on the tip on my spinal cord. Now, even though the first test and report stated this information, the doctor had me do two more very expensive MRI's, with both the contrast and without contrast, which showed the same-same. Wow, seems as if a few days really did get swept away.

I am sorry to my daughter's and my dear sweet wife for my health related issues that seem to compound before our very eye's. Oh, my dear Baby's, what has this mixed blooded gene pool placed onto your DNA.

As I receive news of this latest health related issue I will share with all readers and guests.

Seen? Enough said, and shit.