Today, 14 November 2013, has been a roller coasters ride that provided me moments of pleasure, enjoyment, tears, fears, and pain's from the miscellaneous odds and ends ailing my young body. Sure, I know, fifty four isn't exactly the new thirty four, but there is some good coming out of a lot of hard work inside this skull and from outside of this lodge. Good energy and positive strengthening infusions coming from folks in my team who have invested time and energy into my case, as a patient. In whichever capacity I may be representing at any particular place or time, as a patient. No matter the doctor or practice, nor whether it be with my therapist Sir Dude, who had counsel with me this afternoon. Our visit was quite timely, too many weeks without my sit down made for a me with pent up notions. The exchange was above average, I was near an anxiety melting and did in fact melted some as I must have cried for ten minutes or so, a couple of moments when I was on the verge of crying uncontrollably. Trust.
Those many special and wonderful folks who work with She-With-Many-Names, my professor at the University of South Florida at Tampa General Hospital's, Neurological Pain and Burn Center are an above average team that function effortlessly. That awesome Crew at the clinic where my right good doctor, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, practices medicine. His clinic is phenomenal in every aspect of patient care that I can think of at this time. The staff are professional, caring, and empathetic. Over the course of the past four plus years of working with doctor and staff on the Meniere's Disease, the surgery's, and procedures, the deafness and loss of hearing, are all matter of the disease we have deal with here at this world renowned practice. It would not be right of me if I did not share with you, my Guest's and readers, I have fallen in love with my doctor, my Dr. Audiologist, who's cute as a button she is, his every assistant rock's the free world - Roger's Mommy is an awesome young lady who is an above average doctor's assistant. She is such a professional, but, has taken moments with me to shed a tear or three. Every staff member in his employ here at Tampa Bay Hearing & Balance Center, are the kind of folks we as manager's can only pray to have work for us. In my heart, I am related to every and each one. We've come a long way, and we all know there is more work to be done. The ear spasms continue, my hearing continues to decrease in quality, the unusual healing at the site of my implant and abutment continues to have issue every once in a while, and of course, the necessity of my medications which will have me visit my clinic every couple or few months. If you would like to have a look and read, the email address is, www.tampabayhearing.com . A true, extraordinary practice is here for help.
For now, and for a time spell, much focus has been shifted, which has been blessed Dr. Danner, and this is to be the "what's happening" on the other side of hospital compound and grounds. The severity of these pains, are pain's that are an around-the-clock life of pain. The misery of these pains will sometimes trigger anger at self and this shit is so depressing. All of the above and the issue with lack of improvement or recovery has influenced my professor at the Neurological Pain Center into further action. We are to continue with another round of Botox, this is round one of three and will take place on 25 November. The cervical spine pain, the pain in this neck of mine has changed my attitude and has changed my mind on a few things in life and my path. Facial Spasms are unreal. Who would think? And to be stirred from a deep sleep in the darkness of night by the nine pain going on in my upper body plays with a mans emotions. Dig?
Kindred One, this pain and pains in my back, shoulders, and arms, weigh heavy on me and are pressing matters more as time comes. Negative relief from the pills and capsules. The mystery's behind all of this, the mystery of a lesion on the tip of my spinal cord. Yes, there is concern, this is a concern that comes from proper places in my energy. There are medical file's with my name on them full of reports and notes on those Botox injections, the injections of nerve blocks, the medications of a variety and a classification of high security that I take by mouth everyday. These are not good indicators. Talk between She-With-Many-Names and I, become more and more about surgery. Medicinally speaking, we are just about at maximum full speed ahead. Time.
Earlier this afternoon, I contacted the diagnostic center to coordinate appointment dates and times for the various MRI's that have been ordered by my Professor. Next Wednesday, 20 November, I will have the following procedures conducted; MRI Cervical Spine, with out contrast. MRI Thoracic Spine with and with out contrast, this one order, according to Procedure Requisition is 'evaluation for further lesions related to lumbar area. Procedure three is MRI of the Brain With Contrast. This to evaluate for further lesions related to lumbar area. And for shits sake, I just read and noticed for the first time that the fourth MRI Cervical Spine With and With out Contrast, is another "evaluation for further lesions related to lumbar area". Shit.
Seen.
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