New Surgical Date In Place, A Call From Moffitt Cancer Center

Survivors of Meniere's Disease, my Kin Folk and Kindred One's,

Good Evening and well wishes from my home to yours.

I did find out via telephone from Moffitt Cancer Center this afternoon at 1445, the date and time scheduled for my next surgical procedure. Our gathering will take place on 14 May 2014. Oh sure, less than one month away, but oh yes, I will be calling clinic tomorrow morning to have my case expedited and have a  very better connected conversation with One on the other end of telephone. I was just not here, inside me. I believe that it is urgent to really speak with my Nurse, and speak with her, with a clear and urgent state of being. With much respect and help, I am too going to call. Oh my, body and its innards are in such disgusting ways and places today, when it comes to the pains that wrench my human form, every day of my life, there are pains that range from my inner ear spasms, my facial spasms, that then works in a downward fashion. To my ankles. My Voice had changed into a deep, throat tattling, and upper chest vibration.

Being stirred from a very deep rapid eye movement sleep had me bit disoriented, and seemed to have left me numb and heavy limbed. Oh, the pains from my neck and cervical seem to extend itself way down the side of my left torso/body and leg. My scalp burned and my lower lumbar spins hurts me like it owns me. Some of these incidents occurred and it was a disgusting sensation to be in, my self-talk sucks and I wasn't exactly on loving terms of endearment exchange at these times. Oh, my.

My Dearest Good Guest, I am sitting here smiling and having the confidence that soon we will return to the surgical room. Which takes place at 1445 on that date. Yes, yes, less than one month away and I wish and hope that I might have this over and done with next week. Even if it were to be necessary to flip flop schedules about.

Right. So then, as it stands, my next schedule surgery is 14 May 2014 at 1445. My Bride of Decades will be with me. This time I shall bring along my BAHA, for my left Deaf Ear, and bring along one of my stuffed buddy's. Maybe Woody, or Pee Wee Herman, or a stuffed animal from home. Look, no bull chips, just knowing that we have reached for it with the Real McCoy, lets me know we are on alert. Now this makes me a bit anxious. I mean, you do know I am anxious and Deaf and Hard of Hearing, eh? Have met a few recently who did not know either.

Me with a Moon Crater chiseled out my scalp and metal sticking out of my skull way like this.