I was talking with my hound Ting-Ting yesterday and as I was talking I took a moment, we were looking out the back window where we watch the Butterflies flutter and my bird cousins stop by for a meal or a sip of water as they just happen to be passing by. Their 7-11. Seen.
We had a sweet, sudden shower that lasted forty five minutes. A furious storm, with winds and hard falling rains that with the cement pond created it's own tide as the waves in the pool swayed to and fro. The crystal clear water is tempting, but is really just to cold yet. Yes, I'm a damned native. Any ways, Oh, yes! Ting-Ting and I were watching the out of doors when I went to speak I made a respiratory noise, and caught my poor Lady Ting-Ting so bad off guard all she could do was stop what she was doing, and take a peak at Grandpa to make sure everything was cool like that.
No drama, no scandal, no discotheque's. Life forever changed. When breath is stopped, your vomiting, sweating, crying in the rubbish bin, Meniere's Disease, changes every-damned-thing.
With this War against my Meniere's Disease, there is an entire team dedicated to this area of my Patient Care and this being a Specialist, I am receiving quality care from Top Notch Professionals. I also have the Neurological Pains and torture that make me cry and wish for President Clinton to stop by to give me a massage. My goodness, have you seen, my ole young President Bill Clinton's wonderful looking hands and fingers? Shoot, I would ask my Brother Clinton, Sir would you please, offer an excellent shoulder and neck passage? Please Sir., I am in such pain that this sucks so bad! Kin Folk, Kindred, and All In Our Blood, the hornets nest done got stirred and damn it if I'm not stuck within the walls of these brains, and these thick ass cement walls of my Lodge. Getting such a massage, 'pins and needles', and pain centers prolong the healing process. I have a doctor at Moffitt Cancer Center, who with God's Blessings will protect me and guide the hands of all doctor's, fellow's, and nurse', there for surgery. For 'all' of these highly trained professionals. My Professor recommended Doctor-With-A-Name-Like-Mine. Classy. God, please pass along a message to your Son, My Lord And Savior, Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus, please, be in there with me and sit near by. Maybe a talk, a face-to-face? Love
Mr. Bernie Mac, I miss you like my Kin Folk. Damned bad Bernie. America!
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