Greetings,
I have had a reunion with a fond friend and my heart is good. She, her husband and I worked together in a place I refer to as The Big Blue Box. Not to be confused with my main source of transportation, The Little Blue Bus. Actually. just got off the telephone coordinating transport to see a member of my Better Health, Mind, and Body Team. Him and I cover points on the mind piece. Great dad, the things Sir Dude and I have been through, the things and theories we've often spoken of. He has been a sharp shooter and I appreciate that. I reckon and reconsider that with me and my multi's, my right good Sir Dude, has had to be and he has done exceptionally well with me as a patient. And I am an admitted sharp shooter also. On Occasion Only. I like that, O.O.O.
I digressed. Please pardon me, and as I was about to share, my heart and spirit's are in a happy place. This reunion transcended time of many years, and we shared our battles with our health and reflecting we're still living a life, a blessed life and I am so happy we did have our Little, Big Gathering. I'm so glad to see that we are still holding on to life with a purpose and with intention. Over these past few years I often prayed for her and the family. It was for me just something natural, as I have done since I was a little Boy, ,y dreams and prayers, and here I am this afternoon, having shed a good few happy tears, I feel refreshed in here. I Thank Great Spirit, for our Reunion.
My hearing has been giving me complete hell today! Though I only have hearing in one ear, the right-good-bad ear, everything outside of my immediate area was tremendously loud. It is as if I woke with an exceptional hearing multiplied ten times over. I did have my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid with me and utilized it until every and all sounds and noises were to much. I put up a good fight and required I pull as much energy as possible from other sources within my innards. At this moment my Left Deaf ear is listening to a type writing class. Yes, each and every type writer in class going on at expert speed for what has been tow hours, five minutes. I want to scream! I want to cuss up a damned storm! But for what? My right good-bad-ear-to-the-brain, has been listening to foot long cicadas. Perhaps hundreds and thousands of dozens cicadas! All Gazillions! Hold it! Medicine time!
Right. Took a tiny teenie white pill, hoping this will help me in more than one way. I take it sub lingual and though it tastes like um, medicine, I let it sit there till it dissolves and we become like one in here and I hope to move along.
Along with the giant cicadas, I hear other insects that also seem to be way too much larger than reality. Please understand, I mean to say that this shit is a treacherous torture that must have some sort of remedy. Yes, yes I eat and swallow each and every medicine prescribed for me. I don't over use, and speaking of which, I really do follow each doctors orders. I am a cooperative patient and I consult with the Creator when I ask Special Favor for my Doctors, All. I swear here today that I trust each with my life. Honestly, in this stage of my life there's no where else I would rather be. Having worked since pre-teen, working hard all life, to find myself being in this unfortunate situation can really sometime cut to the bone. Yet I believe in my Spirit's, My God has me wearing these boots for a reason. I have been here on Earth Mother 54 years and there's something in me that lets me know I am not done here yet. Way so too many damned close calls. I've learned ALL of this, it's not in my hands. My life, it is as it was written long ago, as it was that I should have these diseases and health conditions. My Children, my sweet dear Wife. Our lives, my Life. My Path.
My left eye is beginning to slowly close letting me know that I was just slapped across my face by a Meniere's Attack. Wow. Live coverage even. I pray not, but the spinning at the tip top of my head says, you silly little boy...
...I've got to go. Love and peace to all!
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