Greetings to All Guests,
A communique to report that I have just received a call from Moffitt Cancer Center and have been asked to expect a call from the Center's Surgical Coordinator. The last surgical procedure was a test. I was admitted into Moffitt, on 18 April 2014, for a test. A block of some sort, which has left me very bruised and I feel as if I got my ass whooped from the inside out! It's the damned truth! Oh My God, it's the truth indeed!
Going into such surgical procedures unable to hear, in retrospect was damned scary and very irresponsible. But what was I to do? I was asked to leave them at home. Oh though, I must wear at least the one, I would say the best case scenario would be my BAHA, my Bone Anchored Hearing Aid. Good-damned-day, I require my Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, on the side of my skull so I can hear what is being said. Oh Shit! The 'oh shits' that I could have let happen!
Any who, let me go. I'm expecting the call that will lead me to changing my life in awesome ways. Thanks for being here for a chat. If not for my Young Nurse, on the telephone earlier today, taking a minute to ask me questions - she realized an error. My Heart is Full.
Sir., so now, I am to prepare to have another surgical procedure, this time with the "Real McCoy", medication within the syringes that touch and hurt my spine. Weird. And I feel as if I have been a Jackass. And no, it's not so nice at all. Dude? Four days later, I realize I winged a serious surgical procedure, and played with my health because I went at it Deaf And Hard Of Hearing!?
Thank you Great Spirit! Thank you God! Thank you for my Super Team at Moffitt! If not for the nurse I just spoke with, I more than likely would have done the same thing with this next surgical procedure.
Oh yes, my Grand Ole BAHA, will be sticking out the side of this hard head of mine.
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