These Past Eight Or So Weeks

Relations,

These past eight or so weeks, have been more than just my usual walk as I walk my path in life and as I do attempt to keep calm and move along. These eight or so weeks have been enlightening and also an educational process from which there were and are many lessons for me to be taught and learned. For example, I say, the dozens of injections are tolerated well because, I feel and so see it is necessary to get me to that foreseeable next level. On this subject of injections, pills, tablets, and compounds, these past eight weeks have been high on the medicinal additions and I eat each pill as it is ordered by my doctor's. Daily, morning and night.  Sadly, I do not see an end to the influx of injections and the self administration of medication's. I stretch my finger's to catch a hold of that rope to hold on to, even when I know there's more to come.

My Good God.

During these past eight weeks, I have been in crisis in some shape or another, and did dial the 211, on one occasion. Almost, as if seen out of focus, I put my combat boots on and did what I had to do for "my" State of Better Health, Mind, Body, and Spirit. I have seen in some and other's, a genuine support, an understanding, guidance, and in so many cases an awesome unconditional love established. While with few, I saw, felt, and had hold of an ill perception of...

...and no, I don't like having Folk's all up and into my face about my business, because I know what I have to do for my business. Being Me, being the business. That's not easy for me to say, my dear friend, though not so much more any way's, this past eight weeks of my life.

Any way's. 

I ran myself like a crazed Wild Pony of The Plains, and ran myself hard, and tried hard to push myself to get better, to do more, to make each and every so many doctor appointments. And to have failed. What is that?! The sicknesses of Meniere's prevented me from being seen by He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, just yesterday. He, who is the Very Doctor to diagnose me with this disease, Meniere's. Oui? Oui.

And with so many Little Blue Bus schedule's to coordinate, for labs, MRI's and X Rays, my appointments at the TGH Compound and the Campus of The Memorial Hospital, amongst visits to counselor and therapist. Girl, please.

Busy is as busy does and damn it, these past eight or so weeks have slipped right on by.