Introducing, Moffitt Cancer Center

Dearest Relations,

On the morrow at 0730 sharp, I will be meeting with a new doctor and a brand new staff to add to my Teams. I will also be observing the functioning of Moffitt Cancer Center here in Tampa, at the University of South Florida. This here, latest application to the Secret Service on my lap, truly is just about complete. Almost, better that 80%, maybe. These new patient forms become frustrating for me. I mean, we're all so connected. I reckon all hospitals could be hooked up too. They're not.

My Professor at the Neurology and Neurological Pain Center at Tampa General Hospital incorporation with the university has referred me to Moffitt Cancer Center for two reasons that pertain to my health. The morrow is really just a meet and greet. I speculate.

That being said, I am on the verge of tipping over. Physically - so that I may have a tantrum. Okay?! For Fuck Sake, I have felt this feeling before inside and I have screamed like this and with copious amounts of profanity that make a truck driver blush, and the fucking driver friend of mine is, well, a Lesbian! She sitting here with her Levi's 501's on and her Levi's plaid work shirt pulled up to make cuffs around her well formed arms, shows off her well form hands! And I told her, "What a lovely fucking tattoo', that says "Fuck You!", under a tattoo that said "Mom" in big red puffy lettering with all of those fucking valentine red hearts floating by with little arrows sticking out from them and then those little red drops of blood that trail down her arm an inch or few. So really, no. No cursing and or cussing. I really don't say bad words, you fucking know?. I'm a good Boy and have no real purpose using shitty language in my work on my better health and them fucking other matters that provide me an awesome avenue with which to use for letting some of this bull shit loose. I cough profanity and spit out the damned sputum. I mean really. I have heard the supposed best and fucking most of my fellow Christian's, cuss and curse for fucks sake. Then play Little Angel and talk in Godly manners. and so if the preacher man cusses and his followers cuss and use racial epitaph's then what the fuck is really going on?

I rage. Please don't notice.

The two areas of focus will be my cervical spin and my lower lumbar which has housed some sort of "mass" without paying rent. So, here we go with more tests, more examinations and more of them tubes that I am absolutely horrified of. More forms too. Many talks with different folks. I envision many trips on my Little Blue Bus's. So yes, I see where I will be doing much business here at Moffitt Cancer Center. I will, as time comes and goes, keep my dearest Relations informed.

Maybe, from time to time a little rage, eh?

This here health matter, compounds all that is going on into a big mess at this moment. I hope and pray, come morrow after our meet and greet, I'll have my focus on and share with better ideas of what is going on.

I'm raging inside. No body noticed. Love all you all!