Good Morning,
My name is Mario, and I welcome you to my blog that is essentially a tool with which I use to communicate with so many other people's. I am honored and I am humbled to have so many walk by my side, read my words and I believe to be praying for me and the battles I/We fight with health and emotions. I have considered many times how others with Meniere's Disease, stops by to check up on the Ole Hippie Dude who's losing hearing, and so much more. Sometimes I get so militant, I forget to settle down - going on and on and peppering my language with potty mouth. Please, never take offence, a crazy percentage of the time are matters that have my name written all over it. Oh, my dearest wife, Botswana! Every communique that is sent out from here is honest, straight from my heart and written by me, a simple goofy dude who is or has the following news to share today, 30 April 2014.
I have a Meniere's Disease which turned me into an individual who is Single Side Deaf and Hard of Hearing. The Meniere's affected both ears, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I did not know nor realize this, until the Meniere's was in both and we had already gone full speed ahead with my Left Ear and Skull. I bring Meniere's up first because I have been quite ill affected all day from symptoms and problematic side effects and ailments created by Meniere's. Having had this intoxicated-like-dizziness and nausea all day has been disgusting. My ears have had noises, music and sounds from both ears that also included several forms of bugs and winged creatures. So damned loud too. When this happens there's not much to do but hold on and keep focused the best one can...
...this afternoon at approximately 1315, I had a stumble about my Exam Room, but with the aid of my right good doctor and the furniture in there, we kept me from falling onto the floor. How embarrassing it was to need my quite slender doctor needing to direct me into and onto furniture. Oh, my I laughed in my heart and Spirit's, when my Good Doctor asked me, Oh Mario, please don't fall in the clinic, we both may have passed a small laugh now that I think about it. I weigh 255 pounds easy in my size 46, Levi's 501's Button Fly Jeans and my dear doctor weighs an easy 145 pounds. Oh, my good goodness and God Bless My Dear Doctor, Great Spirit. He has been with me since 1989 and it is so comforting to have a physician who truly has an idea of my life and my life style. I trust him. With my life and he has saved my live before. My Doctor.
Prior to face to face with my Doctor Pulmonary, I had a series of Breath Tests, and damned it! Even providing what I thought was above Par for the of course, I was rejected and my dear Doctor prescribed "three new medicines". Shit! Symbicort, Tudorzan and Singular. But you know what? It feels so easy in heart knowing there are doctors who still very much care for their patients. I know this because I'm blessed to have as many as I do. In the past here on this blog I have mentioned that I would rather breathe than smoke, shoooot, that remains same AND I see now at 54 just how important these innards are. Been, eight years since my last cigarette.
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