Kind One's,
I am here this evening having pains in my inner most right ear at this very moment - a constant bruise like sensation. I have had no popping in this ear this evening, though my left deaf ear is picking up some serious damned beeping. That bruising seems to have settled in here too. I was able to speak with He-Who-Touched-My-Brains, assistant this afternoon. I suspect there will be a telephone call in the morrow asking for me to come in for a visit. I am in agreement with such an idea, 100% for a face to face. I was politely reprimenned for failing to report an infect that had developed at the site of implant. Botswana and I have become experts at applieing and dressing these wounds, but I suspect that this will be discussed. I am continuing with gagging and choking from nausea and or vomit today. The taste of the food you just ate does not have a damned jolly sensation about returning and having bits back in my mouth, I mean, what the hell?
Continuing on then with Meniere's related symptoms then, I am able to say that I did not let sleep succeed in having me remain in bed sleeping and in slumber another day today. There has been a gladness about this my entire day - I was stirred from sleep that needed to be interrupted, I mean, for shits sake, how does one have an argument with a parent who has crossed over? I didn't want that, and look, it's clear here.
I am walking in the skin of what feels like a thinner me, but I am not yet a rooted here with this thinning processes, mostly because I have not lost enough weight - in my thick headed skull. Seen? It is with great hope that with the loss of another thirty or forty pounds, I will be in a greater and healthier state of being,much healthier and really, this is where I want to be. My Kindred, my bones feel as if I have an opportunity to feel my very skeleton and bone structure, first damned handed. It is a wild concept between these ears and innards, even with these body parts that are a necessity to live and function, and truly seem to be rebelling against me and the so damned many medications I am involved with. My sweet dear body parts of mine try to hide, when and what new is introduced to our routine. I am feeling and I do right by trying to share without getting so damned involved with my own damned drama. Dig.
This reminds me and takes me back to a time when I was working for one of the worlds finest big box concept retail computer center. With televisions, telephones, appliances and God only remember's what we would sell there at that beautiful big blue box store. I can know say that I truly regret leaving my South Tampa store to go to the Clearwater store, but WOW! What wonderful folks I had an opportunity to learn to love and work with there. I had what I would consider life changing experiances, made life long friends, and still love so many of them. It fells good to know that I can say this now...
... Boss Fellas, can you dig it? That your "Drama Queen", is damned pissed off because of a disease or few that prevent me from doing too much of anything, but then, you probably remember that after your Drama Queen blew off some steam, the ship seemed to settle just a bit didn't it? Oh for fucks sake! You, my very fellow human beings are still my friends, I love you all to Deaf, and I think that this is crazy love here! Yeah, yeah! I am pretty much stuck here in the crib, but get out and about when I can. I enjoy reading about the trips you all take and boating you enjoy and now, over the years watching how your "children" are growing like weeds! I can't stop!! And you know damned good and well folks, you can't mess with the white mans money. You all remember that? Or really, in this case, the Mixed Blooded One's money. True? Ha! Yes!
I am having to share there is a continuing pain and spasms in my right ear.
I am happy to have Macy Gray back in my life and here sitting next to me singing my songs into my one ear hole to the brain. I can remember listening as a two ear and always enjoyed my Macys music as a one eared one too. My Good God, I love her voice, I love her style, and I love her music! I seem to remember two or so years ago, some dumb stuff happened with the i-pod and I-tunes. I had at the time, I freaking freaked out and deleted damned near sixty percent of a collection of music that became cloak like for me, even as my i-tunes continues to be such, rather like my Pintrest, it becomes a part of who I am and I enjoy the genre's I decide to listen to anyways, I too am open to listen to new tunes and music. I enjoy Facebook alot, and I believe it to be a blast - but shit, if one is able is to steer away from the holy rollers, those energy zappers and negativity life forms. It is the Best.
Ya-Hey! My daughters, I say, hey-ya! I miss you Lady Kid's! To My Honorable Number One Daughter, Nik, who lives in a land far and further away and my dear sweet Honorable Daughter Number Two, who lives in a land near the river - you both are so very and dearly missed by your Pa. Your Paw. You all's, Dad or Daddy. There's no damned pop shit around here. I mean WTF? Here? You know that shit for real, is pure Yankee talk and I am okay with them Yankees keeping their verbiage right up there in Boston, New York, Vermont, etc., etc., and one more etc. Yes, but anyhow, your Fahadjha, misses you both like Mother Earth misses the rain, how the tides need the Moon, this Father, is a parent who has always excelled as a Dad when my baby's were/are near by. Stop.
Yep, just like that, and I am okay. Sleeping too much Nikoffski, is what I have done. My body aches and at times I get frustrated with myself. I fall and fell again today. Some of this stuff your paw is dealing with requires some deep ass medicine. I get like this and like that. I do what I do to get by. Seen. Oh snap!
I HAVE JUST LOST SOUND IN MY RIGHT EAR. Heeeeeeeeeeeeey, hey, hey ...
I am well. I am not okay. That was so scarey, for shits sake. I know, you see? Life is meant to live one day at a time, that's what I'll do.
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