All went well with today's visit with my therapist, Sir Dude and I. I am not running on all systems go and am quite exhausted. So very sleepy. My body hurts and aches from the beating I took from Mr. and Mrs. Meniere's Disease, and their damned vertigo/meniere's attacks.
I hope my exhaustion was not a distraction to the Sir. It was damned near a distraction to me.
Once the white noise and lamps were turned off, I think I was better able to hear and listen to Sir Dude's talk. Today was a good day for more listening and less talk from me. Yes, we had excellent connection and had fantastic talks...
...I just wanted to enjoy some silence in a safe place for a while. While conducting business with my Right Good Therapist.
We were able to have late morning tea and he appreciated the gesture of tea as a simple way of saying thank you. We have tea in common, you see. Coffee, too.
Spoke of the Verizon scene, spoke about "The Wound", my Kin and so much more...
...spoke of my moods. Those audio hallucinations - the sounds, noises and the what not were discussed. My exercise routine and walking about. No signs of the lump on Mr. Wang. Yes, we covered much.
Shared with Sir Dude, just how much I look at him as a member of my Better Health and Emotional Care Team. As I explained to Sir., he has always been a member of my Team. I thought he knew. I bet he knows now. I am the fortunate one in this relationship. The Blessed One.
Sir Dude, I sure must say thank you to you one more time...
...thank you.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Enrique Iglesiass - Hero [in American Sign Language]
This is for them in Our community who are Deaf and Hard of Hearing.
This is for those who have loved do deeply and have felt the words expressed in this song.
This is an awesome video and an excellent product.
So, I pass this forward and hope others will see and feel ASL. A form of communications that I wish to return to and study to become one who tranlates. I took a summer course years ago to learn American Sign Language at HCC. Yes, soon time to go back to school.
Please, do enjoy.
That's My Trouble
Kinfolk,
There's something that is troubeling me. Deeply and places me in an awkward place.
How is it, I can permit someone's attitude and/or belief systems to interfere with mine and I?
Where is it that I have signed that I must oblige every person with compromise. I've lost it.
What's in my head is mine. What's in your head is your's. There's no need for Judge Judy here.
I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations. Neither are you here to live up to mine.
Let us agree to have non-judgemental talk. Please.
There's something that is troubeling me. Deeply and places me in an awkward place.
How is it, I can permit someone's attitude and/or belief systems to interfere with mine and I?
Where is it that I have signed that I must oblige every person with compromise. I've lost it.
What's in my head is mine. What's in your head is your's. There's no need for Judge Judy here.
I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations. Neither are you here to live up to mine.
Let us agree to have non-judgemental talk. Please.
Anticipation Builds For Gathering With Sir Dude
The anticipation of a sit down with my therapist today has me wound up tightly. Sir Dude?!
I am ready for a good one-on-one, face-to-face talk today. No white noise. Sit in silence and talk. Have a cup of tea. I'm just not too much in the mood for the sound of laughter or key-key-ha-ha. Not now. I am focusing with a force on my future. This piece of my Better Health and Emotional Health Care Team is all up to me/us and what it is I decide on the business of me, myself, I.
This is my business. My work, my job. My Path, you see. Reaching for the Moon and pushing and pushing onward is Right Good practice. It is necessary for me to thrive. Yes? Yes, I agree.
I am ready for a good one-on-one, face-to-face talk today. No white noise. Sit in silence and talk. Have a cup of tea. I'm just not too much in the mood for the sound of laughter or key-key-ha-ha. Not now. I am focusing with a force on my future. This piece of my Better Health and Emotional Health Care Team is all up to me/us and what it is I decide on the business of me, myself, I.
This is my business. My work, my job. My Path, you see. Reaching for the Moon and pushing and pushing onward is Right Good practice. It is necessary for me to thrive. Yes? Yes, I agree.
The Loss Of Weight Continues
Relations,
Yes, the loss of weight continues real good and right proper like.
I hesitate to speak or share too much of this subject because I do not want to jinx myself. Besides, yackity-yack-yack about the loss of weight is okay sometimes, but I tire from seeing and hearing too much about Fat people's on the Television shows, commercials, infomercials...
...in the press.
Think I grew tired too of being such a large and fat Man. Still I feel this way. In my Mind's Eye, I see myself as that dude who weighed near three hundred pounds. Once not long ago - over three hundred pounds. Yes.
I had to do something. So, here I am forty five pounds lighter and have lost four pants size. Since 22 March 2012. That's some pretty good news right there, en'it? Eating better, walk abouts and those excellent P.T. exercises truly work. Me and my soon to be arms. I've got to push until I know I am pushing too hard and I reckon I am the only one who could determine that.
No. No, I'm not in the mood for returns to the market. The drop off, remember?
Okay. Alright then, I'll do it...
...this is what I am returning tonight...
1. One, twenty pound bag of bird seed.
2. One, ten pound sack of flour.
3. One, ten pound bag of Mahatma Jasmine Rice.
and...
4. One five pound bag of sugar.
Yes. I am happy and am enjoying this. Am eager to lose more.
Wish me well.
Yes, the loss of weight continues real good and right proper like.
I hesitate to speak or share too much of this subject because I do not want to jinx myself. Besides, yackity-yack-yack about the loss of weight is okay sometimes, but I tire from seeing and hearing too much about Fat people's on the Television shows, commercials, infomercials...
...in the press.
Think I grew tired too of being such a large and fat Man. Still I feel this way. In my Mind's Eye, I see myself as that dude who weighed near three hundred pounds. Once not long ago - over three hundred pounds. Yes.
I had to do something. So, here I am forty five pounds lighter and have lost four pants size. Since 22 March 2012. That's some pretty good news right there, en'it? Eating better, walk abouts and those excellent P.T. exercises truly work. Me and my soon to be arms. I've got to push until I know I am pushing too hard and I reckon I am the only one who could determine that.
No. No, I'm not in the mood for returns to the market. The drop off, remember?
Okay. Alright then, I'll do it...
...this is what I am returning tonight...
1. One, twenty pound bag of bird seed.
2. One, ten pound sack of flour.
3. One, ten pound bag of Mahatma Jasmine Rice.
and...
4. One five pound bag of sugar.
Yes. I am happy and am enjoying this. Am eager to lose more.
Wish me well.
Thank You's To All Relations
All Relations,
Greetings! And I Thank you all for visiting this simple man's simple blog. I do realize just how Blessed I am to have so many Folks from all around Mother Earth, take a minute to check in on me every once in a while...
...so Blessed.
Wanted to Thank those who live here in North America. The United States and Canada. My fellow North Americans. Sounds good like that in my one ear hole. Sounds good in the brain.
Thank you, to the many who visit My Path, from Russia. I am so thankful...
...Thank you very much for them in the United Kingdom and South Africa. Welcome South Afica! My favorite hot sauce is Zulu Zulu, Peri Peri Hot Sauce. Oh, so good!
My respects and gratitude to Relations in Germany. I have a soft spot in my energy for Germany. So many awesome memories. So many wonderful Folks!
My Brother's and Sister's in China and India, I hope that our connections are Kindred. Thank you, thank you. I am Honored.
Dearest Relations in Brazil and Bangledesh, I am humbled. Thank you.
If I could scramble this up for each country I have shared - I would have very similar comments about each...
...I'm just so Honored. Thank you, my Brother's and Sister's. Thank you.
Love, peace and more peace...
Greetings! And I Thank you all for visiting this simple man's simple blog. I do realize just how Blessed I am to have so many Folks from all around Mother Earth, take a minute to check in on me every once in a while...
...so Blessed.
Wanted to Thank those who live here in North America. The United States and Canada. My fellow North Americans. Sounds good like that in my one ear hole. Sounds good in the brain.
Thank you, to the many who visit My Path, from Russia. I am so thankful...
...Thank you very much for them in the United Kingdom and South Africa. Welcome South Afica! My favorite hot sauce is Zulu Zulu, Peri Peri Hot Sauce. Oh, so good!
My respects and gratitude to Relations in Germany. I have a soft spot in my energy for Germany. So many awesome memories. So many wonderful Folks!
My Brother's and Sister's in China and India, I hope that our connections are Kindred. Thank you, thank you. I am Honored.
Dearest Relations in Brazil and Bangledesh, I am humbled. Thank you.
If I could scramble this up for each country I have shared - I would have very similar comments about each...
...I'm just so Honored. Thank you, my Brother's and Sister's. Thank you.
Love, peace and more peace...
Verizon, Has Made Contact. Subject Matter Has Been Communicated. Yes,
Relations,
I am pleased to report that Verizon's No Call - No Show's ended late this afternoon. At 1723.
Am not certain of this, but I may have mentioned I called New York - on my quarter earlier. To speak with their CEO, Mr. Mead. Did not speak with Mr. Mead, but was informed by one known as, She-Who-Was-Very-Polite-And-Talked-A-Different-Talk, that she is a consultant reporting directly to Mr. Mead and was speaking on the behalf of Mr. Mead.
She apologized many times and assured me that this conduct is not what Verizon's all about. She gave me a good talk. So I listened.
She will initiate training and remind store associates of the Company's Culture.
I am pleased with this and consider the matter closed.
It is necessary I have Faith for what She said and shared with me is truth. I have shared truths with She. Now, this belongs to Verizon. And now I may return to being that happy and loyal customer.
No bonus - no prize. I got what I asked for from the beginning of this entire ordeal. A simple Talk with One who spoke a Good Talk.
I am satified with the Good Talk. Change comes.
Faith.
Note: Do not know why spell check is off. Please come back! I miss ya so!
I am pleased to report that Verizon's No Call - No Show's ended late this afternoon. At 1723.
Am not certain of this, but I may have mentioned I called New York - on my quarter earlier. To speak with their CEO, Mr. Mead. Did not speak with Mr. Mead, but was informed by one known as, She-Who-Was-Very-Polite-And-Talked-A-Different-Talk, that she is a consultant reporting directly to Mr. Mead and was speaking on the behalf of Mr. Mead.
She apologized many times and assured me that this conduct is not what Verizon's all about. She gave me a good talk. So I listened.
She will initiate training and remind store associates of the Company's Culture.
I am pleased with this and consider the matter closed.
It is necessary I have Faith for what She said and shared with me is truth. I have shared truths with She. Now, this belongs to Verizon. And now I may return to being that happy and loyal customer.
No bonus - no prize. I got what I asked for from the beginning of this entire ordeal. A simple Talk with One who spoke a Good Talk.
I am satified with the Good Talk. Change comes.
Faith.
Note: Do not know why spell check is off. Please come back! I miss ya so!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
A Visit With Sir Dude In The Morn
Kin and All Relations,
Come 1145, I have a face to face with my therapist, Sir Dude. This always seems to come in such a timely fashion. Nice.
I feel the want to share what it is I carry in my center at this time. Seems like when I try to express myself to Kinfolk or Kindred, there are them who like to play judge. Too many times I let these things hurt and trouble me. Them who play judge, make promises to break them. I pray Sir Dude is prepared. Let me grab a couple of Tea Bags now that I think about my face to face with Sir Dude. Got it here and on second thought will offer a box of Bigelow "Constant Comment" Tea as a gift of thanks. The tea is flavored with rind of oranges and sweet spice. I am eager to sample this myself. Even though and yes, I am a Green Tea sort, what can I say, other than I am open to expand the boundaries of these taste buds.
B.I.L., my dear brother-in-law and my nephew's Bubba and Tong-Tong, will be my Body gaurds to and from therapy come morning. I share aloud that just being around "Da Boys" is a form of therapy in and of itself. I know this. Oh, how I love them! Sis, please help me!! Ha!
I hope to make it to the British and South African market across the street from Sir Dude. My God, what a wonderful place to shop! I say, I'll get information about this shop/tea cafe` and post an F.Y.I. tomorrow.
Yes, my Brother's and my Sister's, the Spell Check is still protesting something. Will investigate and retrive this very serious componant to my writing. Hell, I know I am not the best speller 'round these parts.
Until tomorrow. Peace.
Come 1145, I have a face to face with my therapist, Sir Dude. This always seems to come in such a timely fashion. Nice.
I feel the want to share what it is I carry in my center at this time. Seems like when I try to express myself to Kinfolk or Kindred, there are them who like to play judge. Too many times I let these things hurt and trouble me. Them who play judge, make promises to break them. I pray Sir Dude is prepared. Let me grab a couple of Tea Bags now that I think about my face to face with Sir Dude. Got it here and on second thought will offer a box of Bigelow "Constant Comment" Tea as a gift of thanks. The tea is flavored with rind of oranges and sweet spice. I am eager to sample this myself. Even though and yes, I am a Green Tea sort, what can I say, other than I am open to expand the boundaries of these taste buds.
B.I.L., my dear brother-in-law and my nephew's Bubba and Tong-Tong, will be my Body gaurds to and from therapy come morning. I share aloud that just being around "Da Boys" is a form of therapy in and of itself. I know this. Oh, how I love them! Sis, please help me!! Ha!
I hope to make it to the British and South African market across the street from Sir Dude. My God, what a wonderful place to shop! I say, I'll get information about this shop/tea cafe` and post an F.Y.I. tomorrow.
Yes, my Brother's and my Sister's, the Spell Check is still protesting something. Will investigate and retrive this very serious componant to my writing. Hell, I know I am not the best speller 'round these parts.
Until tomorrow. Peace.
Vertigo Attack 25 June 2012
Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,
Am having post vertigo attacks symptoms from an attack that seemed to have occured in a slow and intentional manner. I give the date as 25 June, but it is possible that this entire process of a Meniere's attack occured sometime over the week end...
...I have slept roughly sixty-two hours since the week end. Am fighting the post attack symptoms the best possible ways I can. It is my purpose to remove myself from bed and communicate with others.
My right good-bad ear, is listening to WWII fighter planes flying over our lodge. I have not checked but I hear a helicopter landed in my back yard - which is madening because our back yard does not accomodate a helicopter of this size. One of those Vietnam Era type helicopters. The "whomp-whomp-whomp" is so loud and unerving. This ear has also experianced exceptionally loud "pops" or plops, sometimes so loud it startles.
The left Deaf Ear is listening to the roar of a water fall. On ocassion, I have picked up incirpted messages via the Moris Code. This ear is listening to urgent messages from various Secret Service agency's right now. There are times I think, when I understand what is being communicated. Don't ask - don't tell. Please.
The sounds of giant locusts and cicadas have been haunting both ears. So damned loud!
I am dizzy to a place where it is necessary to type very slowly and with purpose. I share this, it's my purpose to not return to Dream World. Dizzy in a life change way.
Nausea has been productive over the past three or four days. Have had the burp-up-for-a-second-taste type of thing. Have had to change shirts three times today. Here I sit in an air conditioned guest room and I perspire. I wear a circle atop my head.
Please, I must report on the wound! This operation has been the absolute best one of all on this right side of my skull. Very minor drainage, there is one stitch remaining, less painful, and I can see what this is going to look like post healing. I continue to medicate as directed and wear the silicone sheild nightly. With-out fail, I wear this hand made sheild for my wound. I think I'm going to be a very happy patient! I really must remember to kiss He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's hands. I am Blessed
As miserable as I have felt while awake today, I have kept a smile on my face. This is a disgusting disease and yes, I have had too many operations to count straight away, but I know I am Blessed.
Yes. I am Blessed.
Onward then...
...p.s. The spell check is acting up. Please do pardon me for the mis-spelled words.
Am having post vertigo attacks symptoms from an attack that seemed to have occured in a slow and intentional manner. I give the date as 25 June, but it is possible that this entire process of a Meniere's attack occured sometime over the week end...
...I have slept roughly sixty-two hours since the week end. Am fighting the post attack symptoms the best possible ways I can. It is my purpose to remove myself from bed and communicate with others.
My right good-bad ear, is listening to WWII fighter planes flying over our lodge. I have not checked but I hear a helicopter landed in my back yard - which is madening because our back yard does not accomodate a helicopter of this size. One of those Vietnam Era type helicopters. The "whomp-whomp-whomp" is so loud and unerving. This ear has also experianced exceptionally loud "pops" or plops, sometimes so loud it startles.
The left Deaf Ear is listening to the roar of a water fall. On ocassion, I have picked up incirpted messages via the Moris Code. This ear is listening to urgent messages from various Secret Service agency's right now. There are times I think, when I understand what is being communicated. Don't ask - don't tell. Please.
The sounds of giant locusts and cicadas have been haunting both ears. So damned loud!
I am dizzy to a place where it is necessary to type very slowly and with purpose. I share this, it's my purpose to not return to Dream World. Dizzy in a life change way.
Nausea has been productive over the past three or four days. Have had the burp-up-for-a-second-taste type of thing. Have had to change shirts three times today. Here I sit in an air conditioned guest room and I perspire. I wear a circle atop my head.
Please, I must report on the wound! This operation has been the absolute best one of all on this right side of my skull. Very minor drainage, there is one stitch remaining, less painful, and I can see what this is going to look like post healing. I continue to medicate as directed and wear the silicone sheild nightly. With-out fail, I wear this hand made sheild for my wound. I think I'm going to be a very happy patient! I really must remember to kiss He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's hands. I am Blessed
As miserable as I have felt while awake today, I have kept a smile on my face. This is a disgusting disease and yes, I have had too many operations to count straight away, but I know I am Blessed.
Yes. I am Blessed.
Onward then...
...p.s. The spell check is acting up. Please do pardon me for the mis-spelled words.
Verizon, No Call - No Show, Days 9, 10 And 11
Kindred,
Today is 27 June 2012. It is 1327 and I have yet to have a call or talk with any one body beyond the Verizon Call Center. I called again today. Spoke with a Woman who has same name as one I am near and endeared to. I filed another complaint for the lack of communications and poor customer service. We had same talk as the other talks. Then after I realized my hopes of going beyond the canned talk were dashed by She. She who was going to get me somebody to speak with at her "call center"". Sorry Ma'am, when you said that - there was a wee bit of a slip towards my customer experiance with this process. I knew I had to do something to make some change.
I'm so loyal, I question my own discession making from time to time. So many and so many disappointments. I don't expect or anticipate this to happen. I ask simply for respect and loyalty same-same in return. You see? That's the service I/We provided time and time agian to our customers at Starbucks Coffee Company. That is why so many of our customers came back time and time again. Our "customers" made our parteners happy because our customers, these very Folks, were treated with respect and dignity AND recieved a legendary service and product. For me, it has always been all about the customer.
I suppose I really see clearer here, that I have been treated as less than a customer, less than human - in the store and at the level of whatever a Call Center with Verizon does for a customer.
So, I have CALLED Verizon Corporate Headquarters, up North. And asked to speak with CEO, Mr. Dan S. Mead...
...have just disconnected with a person with an executive poisition at Verizon Corporate Headqurters. She-Who-Was-Heard-To-Hear, assured me that she was typing a report as we spoke that will be sent to the office of the CEO. There was a young Man who answered my ring who had a different talk and had a good voice for it. He handled me and my name with the utmost respect.
Those who in the Deaf and Hard of Hearing community, deserve much more respect than what has been displayed here in Tampa recently.
Verizon, we now have a right good talk. Please.
Today is 27 June 2012. It is 1327 and I have yet to have a call or talk with any one body beyond the Verizon Call Center. I called again today. Spoke with a Woman who has same name as one I am near and endeared to. I filed another complaint for the lack of communications and poor customer service. We had same talk as the other talks. Then after I realized my hopes of going beyond the canned talk were dashed by She. She who was going to get me somebody to speak with at her "call center"". Sorry Ma'am, when you said that - there was a wee bit of a slip towards my customer experiance with this process. I knew I had to do something to make some change.
I'm so loyal, I question my own discession making from time to time. So many and so many disappointments. I don't expect or anticipate this to happen. I ask simply for respect and loyalty same-same in return. You see? That's the service I/We provided time and time agian to our customers at Starbucks Coffee Company. That is why so many of our customers came back time and time again. Our "customers" made our parteners happy because our customers, these very Folks, were treated with respect and dignity AND recieved a legendary service and product. For me, it has always been all about the customer.
I suppose I really see clearer here, that I have been treated as less than a customer, less than human - in the store and at the level of whatever a Call Center with Verizon does for a customer.
So, I have CALLED Verizon Corporate Headquarters, up North. And asked to speak with CEO, Mr. Dan S. Mead...
...have just disconnected with a person with an executive poisition at Verizon Corporate Headqurters. She-Who-Was-Heard-To-Hear, assured me that she was typing a report as we spoke that will be sent to the office of the CEO. There was a young Man who answered my ring who had a different talk and had a good voice for it. He handled me and my name with the utmost respect.
Those who in the Deaf and Hard of Hearing community, deserve much more respect than what has been displayed here in Tampa recently.
Verizon, we now have a right good talk. Please.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Custer's Last Stand, 25 June 1876
Kin,
I acknowledge (Not-The-General) Custer's Last Stand...
...not only as a major victory for several Native American Indian Nation's that day, but also on the behalf of Native American Indians killed on this day. Most of all, for them that were murdered, slaughtered, raped and scalped by the White Man in revenge for Custer. Custer and his Men had weapons. These soldiers were at war. Not the slaughtered..
...Indian Men, Women and or Children. The Elders.
It would have suited this Nation best if the White's of the country were not such an ugly Race. It was them People's of this U.S. of A. who were the savages.
Sometimes truth smells foul. Like the breath of the People's who talk the White Man's talk.
Then. And or now. I see and sell same-same.
Don't hate my words. And don't hate me for speaking them. What is happening in Syria, today, is what the White Man's Government did on these shores, mountains, and lands not-too-long-ago.
May the Spirit's of Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud and all of their Kin be forever remembered.
I acknowledge (Not-The-General) Custer's Last Stand...
...not only as a major victory for several Native American Indian Nation's that day, but also on the behalf of Native American Indians killed on this day. Most of all, for them that were murdered, slaughtered, raped and scalped by the White Man in revenge for Custer. Custer and his Men had weapons. These soldiers were at war. Not the slaughtered..
...Indian Men, Women and or Children. The Elders.
It would have suited this Nation best if the White's of the country were not such an ugly Race. It was them People's of this U.S. of A. who were the savages.
Sometimes truth smells foul. Like the breath of the People's who talk the White Man's talk.
Then. And or now. I see and sell same-same.
Don't hate my words. And don't hate me for speaking them. What is happening in Syria, today, is what the White Man's Government did on these shores, mountains, and lands not-too-long-ago.
May the Spirit's of Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud and all of their Kin be forever remembered.
Verizon, Days 6, 7 And 8, No Call - No Show
Today was Monday, 25 June 2012.
Days 6, 7 and 8 have been No Call - No Show, days from Verizon.
I received in today's post a letter of Order Confirmation from Verizon Fios. I be damned. I took care of that last week via conversation with one of Verizon's Customer Relations Experts. I am beginning to doubt even them who are paid to be front line associates.
All I've wanted is a talk. That's all. I make call tomorrow. It is right time for talk. No more wait.
Days 6, 7 and 8 have been No Call - No Show, days from Verizon.
I received in today's post a letter of Order Confirmation from Verizon Fios. I be damned. I took care of that last week via conversation with one of Verizon's Customer Relations Experts. I am beginning to doubt even them who are paid to be front line associates.
All I've wanted is a talk. That's all. I make call tomorrow. It is right time for talk. No more wait.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Visited With He-Who-Touched-My-Brain & A Wonderful Day Down Town
Relation's,
I got so focused on some issues, I failed to share how the face to face with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain went along yesterday. I am thinking doctor and staff are saying Mario, dude, come on already! And by now. My Good Right Doctor was somewhat pleased by the healing process, but was disappointed with the wound opening up them few cm. For past two weeks my wound/site of surgery, was left as a dry wound. As of yesterday, that changed. It's time to place a medicated ointment on the sight of operation again. Wearing the silicone disc has become routine and I almost wish I had a cup with strap for my skull. The Ole Glasscock, remember? But look, the wound in my eye orbs is a good wound. One that shows healing. Okay, the tiny hole, but damn it if this isn't the best "wound" yet. Oh yes, wait. I absolutely love the scar immediately under my belly button too that looks like a smile. I want to pierce my belly button and tattoo two gorgeous eye orbs above my belly button. It would be like so rad. I also have that awesome scar on Mr. Wang.
...there's also that awesome titanium plate that required my skull to be sawed open and reattached. The scar is superb! Several inches long/high. Now, I have a fresh Pirate scar running atop my implant! The abutment extending from the left side of my head is a bonus. And it was just extended during surgery. The scar on the back of my right arm looks as if I got "cut".
Any way's....
...gave my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, to my Audiologists Assistant for reprogramming. I recommended using the same data as before. If anything lacks, I'll report same. All will be done and will be able to pick up on Monday. I have to call my baby sis, see if she'll be able to pick it up for me come Monday.
I was taking a self-inventory and was reminded I have failed to thank you all for checking in on me and my Meniere's. My Path...
...I thank you all now and wish to share with you the awesome energy that was afloat there at the clinic yesterday. My Doc,'s Clinic. That's the way it was when I walked into the door way. Full of positive vibes and energy's. Treated like every one's Uncle. There's a many Folk I really give damn about here. Many I love. Topped off by the doctor of my life, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
I am Blessed and this I know.
After the removal of stitches and our sit down, my nephews, Bubba and Tong-Tong, B.I.L., Baby Sis and I, were able to have our, Mommy and Da Boyz Day Out. We were able to make it Down Town! I was able to introduce them to the Old Tampa Book Company and Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Oh, how my heart warmed to observe their interactions. I believe in my heart that The Brown's and my Kinfolk hit it off straight away. The Next Generation.
I was able to purchase four gems of reading material while at the book store. Will update my bedside table soon. Much good and pleasant reading has gone on and am re-reading "Custer Died For Your Sins, An Indian Manifesto". This time of year bring article's and new books about Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud and Custer. Soon, soon.
We ate dinner at Sam and Eddie's New York style pizza. They import the water from New York. Really. And the food is crazy good.
I had such an awesome time yesterday. I don't think that my nephews and I will ever forget our first trip Down Town. I loved it! I loved it alot!
Tio.
I got so focused on some issues, I failed to share how the face to face with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain went along yesterday. I am thinking doctor and staff are saying Mario, dude, come on already! And by now. My Good Right Doctor was somewhat pleased by the healing process, but was disappointed with the wound opening up them few cm. For past two weeks my wound/site of surgery, was left as a dry wound. As of yesterday, that changed. It's time to place a medicated ointment on the sight of operation again. Wearing the silicone disc has become routine and I almost wish I had a cup with strap for my skull. The Ole Glasscock, remember? But look, the wound in my eye orbs is a good wound. One that shows healing. Okay, the tiny hole, but damn it if this isn't the best "wound" yet. Oh yes, wait. I absolutely love the scar immediately under my belly button too that looks like a smile. I want to pierce my belly button and tattoo two gorgeous eye orbs above my belly button. It would be like so rad. I also have that awesome scar on Mr. Wang.
...there's also that awesome titanium plate that required my skull to be sawed open and reattached. The scar is superb! Several inches long/high. Now, I have a fresh Pirate scar running atop my implant! The abutment extending from the left side of my head is a bonus. And it was just extended during surgery. The scar on the back of my right arm looks as if I got "cut".
Any way's....
...gave my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, to my Audiologists Assistant for reprogramming. I recommended using the same data as before. If anything lacks, I'll report same. All will be done and will be able to pick up on Monday. I have to call my baby sis, see if she'll be able to pick it up for me come Monday.
I was taking a self-inventory and was reminded I have failed to thank you all for checking in on me and my Meniere's. My Path...
...I thank you all now and wish to share with you the awesome energy that was afloat there at the clinic yesterday. My Doc,'s Clinic. That's the way it was when I walked into the door way. Full of positive vibes and energy's. Treated like every one's Uncle. There's a many Folk I really give damn about here. Many I love. Topped off by the doctor of my life, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
I am Blessed and this I know.
After the removal of stitches and our sit down, my nephews, Bubba and Tong-Tong, B.I.L., Baby Sis and I, were able to have our, Mommy and Da Boyz Day Out. We were able to make it Down Town! I was able to introduce them to the Old Tampa Book Company and Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Oh, how my heart warmed to observe their interactions. I believe in my heart that The Brown's and my Kinfolk hit it off straight away. The Next Generation.
I was able to purchase four gems of reading material while at the book store. Will update my bedside table soon. Much good and pleasant reading has gone on and am re-reading "Custer Died For Your Sins, An Indian Manifesto". This time of year bring article's and new books about Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud and Custer. Soon, soon.
We ate dinner at Sam and Eddie's New York style pizza. They import the water from New York. Really. And the food is crazy good.
I had such an awesome time yesterday. I don't think that my nephews and I will ever forget our first trip Down Town. I loved it! I loved it alot!
Tio.
I Don't Know Why
Kin,
I don't know why I let these type of things trouble me so badly. I have never been able to feel comfortable with the concept of separation, segregation, discrimination, alienation...
...there has been way too much of that shit unfortunately, in my life and on My Path.
I don't like that I have let it get into my safe places. I really must find my appointment card for my next therapy visit. I am knowing that Sir Dude, sure would come in handy right about now.
I complain of discrimination and don't even have a clue.
I remember the dogs and the tear gas and the beatings and killings of Black People back all them years ago. I remember what happened at Wounded Knee...
...Hell, it's still going on.
...I remember the discrimination I faced as a child, adolescent and as a grown ass man. The "Mixedness" in my blood causes much unrest as it is.
To have to eat, taste and swallow that which someone pushes onto or into me is so passe.
I don't know why I let these type of things trouble me so badly. I just don't know why.
No, I don't know. Why?
I don't know why I let these type of things trouble me so badly. I have never been able to feel comfortable with the concept of separation, segregation, discrimination, alienation...
...there has been way too much of that shit unfortunately, in my life and on My Path.
I don't like that I have let it get into my safe places. I really must find my appointment card for my next therapy visit. I am knowing that Sir Dude, sure would come in handy right about now.
I complain of discrimination and don't even have a clue.
I remember the dogs and the tear gas and the beatings and killings of Black People back all them years ago. I remember what happened at Wounded Knee...
...Hell, it's still going on.
...I remember the discrimination I faced as a child, adolescent and as a grown ass man. The "Mixedness" in my blood causes much unrest as it is.
To have to eat, taste and swallow that which someone pushes onto or into me is so passe.
I don't know why I let these type of things trouble me so badly. I just don't know why.
No, I don't know. Why?
Day 4 AND Day 5, Verizon NO CALL - NO SHOW
Kinfolk,
Today 21 June 2012, is day 4 of Verizon's silence. I have not called their corporate office today. And have not called with the reasoning that there would be a call and conversation from them. There is disappointment in my Center. This lack of communication's, is both very Customer Unfriendly and insulting.
All I wish for is a chat with some body in the position to insure that the store I have spoken of, the Young-Angry-One and the management have inservice's/classes on some sensitivity issues.
You know what? It's 1900. Let me call Verizon. In Seattle, it's only 1600...
...here I go.
Am on the telephone and on hold for a supervisor/manager. While speaking with the Customer Relations Representative, he mentioned the web site.
..........................................................................................................................
NOTE:
That was yesterday at 1900. Today is 22 June 2012 and it is 1800 on a rainy cool Mid Florida afternoon...
...and Verizon is still a NO CALL - NO SHOW!
It was approximately 1930, when I hung up yesterday evening. It was an uncomfortable talk because I got the scripted talk again. I was provided an opportunity to speak with a "Supervisor". So I accepted. The young Man sounded old enough to be my Grand-Child, who spoke same language. I respected him with his talk and my talk, but assured him that there has been no resolution to what had happened.
Not yet. Ma'am and or Sir. Just, nope, not yet.
I filed another "complaint" with the young Man from Texas, and asked that a person contact me. One who will listen to my Deaf ass about something that happened in a VERIZON SALES STORE! And have a good talk - no scripts. Please?
So simple. So damned simple it, I am letting this make me sick. In my mind, heart and in my Spirit's. Like a bitter sadness.
I don't or want to talk anymore about this.
You imagine the insult.
I don't know why I let Folk's of his mentality chafe my ass. Or expect any difference. I try and I have Faith that there are other Good Right Folk's out there. I do share this with certainty, that if some one treated or spoke "at" your Ma or Pa, or your Daughter or Son or your wife, as I was - there would've been some changes going on up in there and made RIGHT SQUARE - RIGHT THERE!
I know this, Folks.
No more to say.
Today 21 June 2012, is day 4 of Verizon's silence. I have not called their corporate office today. And have not called with the reasoning that there would be a call and conversation from them. There is disappointment in my Center. This lack of communication's, is both very Customer Unfriendly and insulting.
All I wish for is a chat with some body in the position to insure that the store I have spoken of, the Young-Angry-One and the management have inservice's/classes on some sensitivity issues.
You know what? It's 1900. Let me call Verizon. In Seattle, it's only 1600...
...here I go.
Am on the telephone and on hold for a supervisor/manager. While speaking with the Customer Relations Representative, he mentioned the web site.
..........................................................................................................................
NOTE:
That was yesterday at 1900. Today is 22 June 2012 and it is 1800 on a rainy cool Mid Florida afternoon...
...and Verizon is still a NO CALL - NO SHOW!
It was approximately 1930, when I hung up yesterday evening. It was an uncomfortable talk because I got the scripted talk again. I was provided an opportunity to speak with a "Supervisor". So I accepted. The young Man sounded old enough to be my Grand-Child, who spoke same language. I respected him with his talk and my talk, but assured him that there has been no resolution to what had happened.
Not yet. Ma'am and or Sir. Just, nope, not yet.
I filed another "complaint" with the young Man from Texas, and asked that a person contact me. One who will listen to my Deaf ass about something that happened in a VERIZON SALES STORE! And have a good talk - no scripts. Please?
So simple. So damned simple it, I am letting this make me sick. In my mind, heart and in my Spirit's. Like a bitter sadness.
I don't or want to talk anymore about this.
You imagine the insult.
I don't know why I let Folk's of his mentality chafe my ass. Or expect any difference. I try and I have Faith that there are other Good Right Folk's out there. I do share this with certainty, that if some one treated or spoke "at" your Ma or Pa, or your Daughter or Son or your wife, as I was - there would've been some changes going on up in there and made RIGHT SQUARE - RIGHT THERE!
I know this, Folks.
No more to say.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Okay? Shit!
Okay. Shit!
I should know this well by now.
Okay.
I just don't know why I keep the cycle in motion when I already know the non-notion's by some.
Okay? Shit!
I know now.
Caio.
I should know this well by now.
Okay.
I just don't know why I keep the cycle in motion when I already know the non-notion's by some.
Okay? Shit!
I know now.
Caio.
Am Eager For Fact-To-Face, Stepping Out Down Town
I'm a different sort. But then, I and my alters already knew that.
Have the Lodge locked and enabled Security. Now, I wait for Bi.I.L. and "Da Boyz!".
Sounds as if we'll be able to get down town. I'm so excited! It's as if I was that child way back then preparing to go down town with my Abuela Mary or catch a Bus with my Tia (Aunt). Who was really, for a spell there, more like a Big Sister to me than a Tia. I love her and I love my Abuela (Grandmother) for those wonderful memories of going down town...
...a next Sierra Generation is being introduced to Down Town. And that fantastic Old Tampa Book Store!
Within the hour I will be sitting in He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's Clinic. I am eager to have our sit down. No need for a medication anymore, so we'll speak of that. The Wound and site of surgery and remove the stitches. The Worms and Spiders, balance and coordination, the HH, Hard of Hearing right ear and the situation with Verizon.
I'm sitting here perspiring, nauseated and dizzy.
Both of my ear's are creating their own sounds and noises. Loudly.
Please, B.I.L., come in with great haste...
...and take me for a step out. Let's go Down Town. A Mommy and The Boy's Day Out.
No mas.
Have the Lodge locked and enabled Security. Now, I wait for Bi.I.L. and "Da Boyz!".
Sounds as if we'll be able to get down town. I'm so excited! It's as if I was that child way back then preparing to go down town with my Abuela Mary or catch a Bus with my Tia (Aunt). Who was really, for a spell there, more like a Big Sister to me than a Tia. I love her and I love my Abuela (Grandmother) for those wonderful memories of going down town...
...a next Sierra Generation is being introduced to Down Town. And that fantastic Old Tampa Book Store!
Within the hour I will be sitting in He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's Clinic. I am eager to have our sit down. No need for a medication anymore, so we'll speak of that. The Wound and site of surgery and remove the stitches. The Worms and Spiders, balance and coordination, the HH, Hard of Hearing right ear and the situation with Verizon.
I'm sitting here perspiring, nauseated and dizzy.
Both of my ear's are creating their own sounds and noises. Loudly.
Please, B.I.L., come in with great haste...
...and take me for a step out. Let's go Down Town. A Mommy and The Boy's Day Out.
No mas.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Sit Down With He-Who-Touched-My-Brain Tomorrow
Greeting's,
A quick communique pertaining to the Wound and where my Health Care Team and I go from here...
...we will have the removal of stitches in the afternoon. Four remain of what was five stitches that I was informed were to be under and up the skin. These also should have melted by now. I suspect I lost one to a wash cloth or dry towel a couple/three days ago. There is a freaking spot at site of surgery that has opened five or six cm. Please Doc., have something - an ointment or something we can stomp this little hole up real quick like. Other than this one crazy issue, there has been no issues. None! I have followed He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, every instruction. To include the nightly silicone disc application.
I am able to see areas where I am very pleased with the outcome. Then, there's this small hole and the knotted fishing wire sticking from my skull. Our face-to-face and all of this and question and answer's in the morrow.
Will be having a gathering with my B.I.L., brother-in-law, He-Who's-People's-Walked-About-Forty-Years, my two little dudes, Bubba and Tong-Tong and my Baby Sista from the same Motha, after my visit with Doc. Plan to pay a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Brown at the Old Tampa Book Store down town. I so want to introduce my young nephew's keen interest in reading about WWII and introduce more Kinfolk to this awesome couple and store. Maybe then, we hit the New York Pizza spot down the corner and next door to the Jerk Hut.
Maybe have a walk about.
That would be nice. Yes, that would be very nice.
What was to have been a Boys Day has pleasantly become a Mommy and the Boys Day! I Love It!
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, I pray you'll like what you see. Even with that pesky little hole. My Heart aches for the changes you, I and our Better Health Care Team, have gone through. We all have tried to battle these BAHA revisits with gusto. Your staff has been so kind and respectful. Loving too.
Brenda and I've gone into debt too. With doctor bills...
...so many hospital bills and doctor bills and more doctor bills.
Am truly looking forward to our face-to-face Doctor.
God Bless you, your wonderful and awesome hands, God bless your family at home and your family here at the Clinic. I am Blessed...
...I am humbled.
Will connect tomorrow afternoon.
A quick communique pertaining to the Wound and where my Health Care Team and I go from here...
...we will have the removal of stitches in the afternoon. Four remain of what was five stitches that I was informed were to be under and up the skin. These also should have melted by now. I suspect I lost one to a wash cloth or dry towel a couple/three days ago. There is a freaking spot at site of surgery that has opened five or six cm. Please Doc., have something - an ointment or something we can stomp this little hole up real quick like. Other than this one crazy issue, there has been no issues. None! I have followed He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, every instruction. To include the nightly silicone disc application.
I am able to see areas where I am very pleased with the outcome. Then, there's this small hole and the knotted fishing wire sticking from my skull. Our face-to-face and all of this and question and answer's in the morrow.
Will be having a gathering with my B.I.L., brother-in-law, He-Who's-People's-Walked-About-Forty-Years, my two little dudes, Bubba and Tong-Tong and my Baby Sista from the same Motha, after my visit with Doc. Plan to pay a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Brown at the Old Tampa Book Store down town. I so want to introduce my young nephew's keen interest in reading about WWII and introduce more Kinfolk to this awesome couple and store. Maybe then, we hit the New York Pizza spot down the corner and next door to the Jerk Hut.
Maybe have a walk about.
That would be nice. Yes, that would be very nice.
What was to have been a Boys Day has pleasantly become a Mommy and the Boys Day! I Love It!
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, I pray you'll like what you see. Even with that pesky little hole. My Heart aches for the changes you, I and our Better Health Care Team, have gone through. We all have tried to battle these BAHA revisits with gusto. Your staff has been so kind and respectful. Loving too.
Brenda and I've gone into debt too. With doctor bills...
...so many hospital bills and doctor bills and more doctor bills.
Am truly looking forward to our face-to-face Doctor.
God Bless you, your wonderful and awesome hands, God bless your family at home and your family here at the Clinic. I am Blessed...
...I am humbled.
Will connect tomorrow afternoon.
By The Way, The Return Of The Worms
Folks,
Just a brief note to share with you that the sensations of Worms have returned to my scalp, head and skull. The Spiders remain and startle me when they suddenly walk about in the space between my scalp and hard-headed-skull. The Worms have always had that squiggly feel.
This will be a topic for He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I.
I hereby request that Mr. and Mrs. Meniere's, please kiss my ass. Kindly, that is. Southern like.
Just a brief note to share with you that the sensations of Worms have returned to my scalp, head and skull. The Spiders remain and startle me when they suddenly walk about in the space between my scalp and hard-headed-skull. The Worms have always had that squiggly feel.
This will be a topic for He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I.
I hereby request that Mr. and Mrs. Meniere's, please kiss my ass. Kindly, that is. Southern like.
Verizon, No Call - No Show, Day Three
Kin,
Today is 20 June 2012. It is 1742 and I have yet to receive a call from Verizon Corp. Today is Day Three since I called to speak with a manager about what took place at the Verizon store. Something that at first was so simple. Like, just have a manager speak with me.
No Call - No Show, Day Three it is. In the morrow, I make a next call.
I made a call earlier and was provided with the same-same scripted talk from Customer Relations "Experts". Then passed along and away to a mystery department, "The Customer Resolution Department". When asked if there was something the one I was speaking with could do and if they had resolved my reason for calling...
...God, yes, they did, I informed him and her or them that no, resolution has not been accomplished.
Then I filed another complaint.
For playing with my emotions.
What makes this really suck so bad is that up and until I crossed paths with the negative one, I would have considered our business partnership and product quite satisfactory...
...but right at this moment? Not so much.
'Nuff said.
Today is 20 June 2012. It is 1742 and I have yet to receive a call from Verizon Corp. Today is Day Three since I called to speak with a manager about what took place at the Verizon store. Something that at first was so simple. Like, just have a manager speak with me.
No Call - No Show, Day Three it is. In the morrow, I make a next call.
I made a call earlier and was provided with the same-same scripted talk from Customer Relations "Experts". Then passed along and away to a mystery department, "The Customer Resolution Department". When asked if there was something the one I was speaking with could do and if they had resolved my reason for calling...
...God, yes, they did, I informed him and her or them that no, resolution has not been accomplished.
Then I filed another complaint.
For playing with my emotions.
What makes this really suck so bad is that up and until I crossed paths with the negative one, I would have considered our business partnership and product quite satisfactory...
...but right at this moment? Not so much.
'Nuff said.
Meniere's And The Distant Sound Of Rain
My Dear Relation's,
The Meniere's has my throat and has a mighty fine grip. I burp with hopes of relief. Such a waste of time and energy. I would like to vomit, hoping that would cure this disgusting gag.
The dizziness is as if the top of my skull and head spin slowly. Intoxicatingly spinning. I have no medication in my system to aid me. I have not yet found the medication that works in me. I step carefully and walk with caution and purpose...
...it's ridiculous when I trip over my own four legged cane. My other leg's. Am I so goofy? No?
My head perspires and the sweat on my chest and back takes hold of my shirt. Maybe it's because I sweat so much that I have lost this weight. I hadn't considered such.
There has been something I have heard and listened to, three or four times over the past week. Sir Dude, would call it an Audio Hallucination, I'm sure. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, calls me an anomaly, and there are some in my Circle, my dear Kindred, would share that I am hearing Earth Mother speaking...
...before I go any further, I will express my utmost gratitude, love and respect for Mother Earth letting me of all the Folk to hear and listen. A few short days ago, there were moments when the sound was so clear and so audible that I asked my Bride if she was hearing what I was listening to. So sadly she was not.
Earth Mother, does not speak in language. I have learned Earth Mother, makes a sound from the Earth and of the Earth. It is a deep, low, almost humming or groaning sound. A sound you hear, yes, but also feel in the Center...
...an Om, that is long in breathe. With varying depth, sound and resonation. Yes, Kindred, I consider this a Blessing from Great Spirit and Earth Mother, of course. I just wonder why now?
At this moment the sounds in my Deaf left ear is a series of beeps that come and go and seem to almost have an energy of their own. Start off slowly - build to a certain loudness - then drifts off slowly. I don't know the "why's". This stuff just happens. The beeps sound like messages from far away. Morris Code or something similar to that...
...the hard of hearing right and I are listening to raindrops hitting our tin roof porch and the sounds of the electric wires running from my metal plate to the titanium implant on the left side of my head and skull...
...Stevie Nicks sings softly into my one ear hole to the brain. She's the one who sings at night...
I have slept much since Saturday past. I suspect that the drama with Verizon and an outing with the Gurr's, may have been a bit much. I was hit by a series of Meniere's symptoms in quick succession at the store with the big red dot and exited sweating bad and ill. Today, I am exhausted and have limbs sore and achy.
This is all.
The Meniere's has my throat and has a mighty fine grip. I burp with hopes of relief. Such a waste of time and energy. I would like to vomit, hoping that would cure this disgusting gag.
The dizziness is as if the top of my skull and head spin slowly. Intoxicatingly spinning. I have no medication in my system to aid me. I have not yet found the medication that works in me. I step carefully and walk with caution and purpose...
...it's ridiculous when I trip over my own four legged cane. My other leg's. Am I so goofy? No?
My head perspires and the sweat on my chest and back takes hold of my shirt. Maybe it's because I sweat so much that I have lost this weight. I hadn't considered such.
There has been something I have heard and listened to, three or four times over the past week. Sir Dude, would call it an Audio Hallucination, I'm sure. He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, calls me an anomaly, and there are some in my Circle, my dear Kindred, would share that I am hearing Earth Mother speaking...
...before I go any further, I will express my utmost gratitude, love and respect for Mother Earth letting me of all the Folk to hear and listen. A few short days ago, there were moments when the sound was so clear and so audible that I asked my Bride if she was hearing what I was listening to. So sadly she was not.
Earth Mother, does not speak in language. I have learned Earth Mother, makes a sound from the Earth and of the Earth. It is a deep, low, almost humming or groaning sound. A sound you hear, yes, but also feel in the Center...
...an Om, that is long in breathe. With varying depth, sound and resonation. Yes, Kindred, I consider this a Blessing from Great Spirit and Earth Mother, of course. I just wonder why now?
At this moment the sounds in my Deaf left ear is a series of beeps that come and go and seem to almost have an energy of their own. Start off slowly - build to a certain loudness - then drifts off slowly. I don't know the "why's". This stuff just happens. The beeps sound like messages from far away. Morris Code or something similar to that...
...the hard of hearing right and I are listening to raindrops hitting our tin roof porch and the sounds of the electric wires running from my metal plate to the titanium implant on the left side of my head and skull...
...Stevie Nicks sings softly into my one ear hole to the brain. She's the one who sings at night...
I have slept much since Saturday past. I suspect that the drama with Verizon and an outing with the Gurr's, may have been a bit much. I was hit by a series of Meniere's symptoms in quick succession at the store with the big red dot and exited sweating bad and ill. Today, I am exhausted and have limbs sore and achy.
This is all.
Verizon? Hello? I Fall To Piece's
Hello...
...there's a storm brewing and heading this way. Maybe cool things a bit, even though the Florida heat has been reasonable for a minute or two. I don't know if I'll be getting much of any aquacise today with this looming overhead. Maybe later I'll give it a dip and bust some good painful exercise in the cement pond.
For now, I must make a call or few.
At this very moment it is 1356 on 20 June 2012. The company know as Verizon, the company that has been my company and product of choice for many years. I think deep down inside that this is what makes this process unpleasant for me. I have enjoyed having them as a vendor. I also think that it's soon to be time to find a new vendor...
...it was just yesterday evening while I was contemplating this matter with Verizon, that it the realization of prejudice sunk in heavy in my Core and this realization brought with it the real and true manner with which I was discriminated against. The sight and view from my skin is something Folks would not expect to face in 2012.
We are not in 1952...
...my mind says there was more discrimination than met the eye orb's and one ear hole to the brain. I feel as if I'm falling to piece's.
Until the next time........
...there's a storm brewing and heading this way. Maybe cool things a bit, even though the Florida heat has been reasonable for a minute or two. I don't know if I'll be getting much of any aquacise today with this looming overhead. Maybe later I'll give it a dip and bust some good painful exercise in the cement pond.
For now, I must make a call or few.
At this very moment it is 1356 on 20 June 2012. The company know as Verizon, the company that has been my company and product of choice for many years. I think deep down inside that this is what makes this process unpleasant for me. I have enjoyed having them as a vendor. I also think that it's soon to be time to find a new vendor...
...it was just yesterday evening while I was contemplating this matter with Verizon, that it the realization of prejudice sunk in heavy in my Core and this realization brought with it the real and true manner with which I was discriminated against. The sight and view from my skin is something Folks would not expect to face in 2012.
We are not in 1952...
...my mind says there was more discrimination than met the eye orb's and one ear hole to the brain. I feel as if I'm falling to piece's.
Until the next time........
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
For Syria! For Egypt! For Millions, My Prayer's.
Kindred and All Relation's,
I share this from my heart and Spirit's. May it be that Great Spirit listens as I share this prayer.
It saddens me to see, view and have the knowledge of the contuation of horrific violence and blood shed that continues to take the lives of Children, Women and Elders. Daily. I read and I listen to and about the slaughter of my fellow Human Spirit's in Syria. The same concern I have for Kindred in Cairo. I have for them in Damascus. Same for those who live Tripoli. My Relation's in Damascus are living life as nightmare! My heart and Spirit's scream silently aloud prayers for the children in Syria and Egypt, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and them living with-out law in Somalia...
...the monsters pulling the trigger do not deserve to share the air that is inhaled and exhaled from these very two lungs. These dogs do not deserve to eat food and rest in comfort. The U.N. has come to a point and despite the drama between Mrs. Clinton and the Kremlin, I have the belief that Mr. Putin will assist with the Liberation of Syria.
NOTE: This communique was begun on 15 June. I had matter's of Life and now return...
...I return to my Plea for Justice and Peace.
Our Good Right President's Obama and Putin, had what I believe was as urgent and timely face to face. I am pleased, thankful and consider myself and perhaps millions of Our Fellow Earth Spirit's Blessed to have them meet. I respect and admire both Mr. Obama, and Mr. Putin. Their energy's and Spirit's are extraordinary. My prayers were answered when these to fellow Earth Spirit's gathered.
I have read today and will view the ABC about what happened on the seas earlier today. My Spirit's sense a huge relief in many cultures, Governments, and the People's of many country's, with what happened out on the water.
Now, please, may we return to the focus of the liberation of Libya? We MUST return to work and focus with purpose, the saving of lives of this country's beautiful People's. Assad, is a menace to his very society and he has created mayhem. There is NO choice but to have Assad removed as leader of Syria. On his own conduct, he has brought down upon himself, a face to face with a tribunal from multi- nation's and found guilty of genocide. Allah! Allah, please bring JUSTICE to Syria!
In my Center, I believe Cairo, Egypt, and the wonderful Folk of this rich nation have and will continue to work on regaining a sense of balance after so much change. I have Faith that soon all will be welcomed back with open arm's, to those who wish to walk on the streets of this awesome and beautiful historical place and mingle with the people's of this extraordinary country once again.
Insha Allah!
I share this from my heart and Spirit's. May it be that Great Spirit listens as I share this prayer.
It saddens me to see, view and have the knowledge of the contuation of horrific violence and blood shed that continues to take the lives of Children, Women and Elders. Daily. I read and I listen to and about the slaughter of my fellow Human Spirit's in Syria. The same concern I have for Kindred in Cairo. I have for them in Damascus. Same for those who live Tripoli. My Relation's in Damascus are living life as nightmare! My heart and Spirit's scream silently aloud prayers for the children in Syria and Egypt, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and them living with-out law in Somalia...
...the monsters pulling the trigger do not deserve to share the air that is inhaled and exhaled from these very two lungs. These dogs do not deserve to eat food and rest in comfort. The U.N. has come to a point and despite the drama between Mrs. Clinton and the Kremlin, I have the belief that Mr. Putin will assist with the Liberation of Syria.
NOTE: This communique was begun on 15 June. I had matter's of Life and now return...
...I return to my Plea for Justice and Peace.
Our Good Right President's Obama and Putin, had what I believe was as urgent and timely face to face. I am pleased, thankful and consider myself and perhaps millions of Our Fellow Earth Spirit's Blessed to have them meet. I respect and admire both Mr. Obama, and Mr. Putin. Their energy's and Spirit's are extraordinary. My prayers were answered when these to fellow Earth Spirit's gathered.
I have read today and will view the ABC about what happened on the seas earlier today. My Spirit's sense a huge relief in many cultures, Governments, and the People's of many country's, with what happened out on the water.
Now, please, may we return to the focus of the liberation of Libya? We MUST return to work and focus with purpose, the saving of lives of this country's beautiful People's. Assad, is a menace to his very society and he has created mayhem. There is NO choice but to have Assad removed as leader of Syria. On his own conduct, he has brought down upon himself, a face to face with a tribunal from multi- nation's and found guilty of genocide. Allah! Allah, please bring JUSTICE to Syria!
In my Center, I believe Cairo, Egypt, and the wonderful Folk of this rich nation have and will continue to work on regaining a sense of balance after so much change. I have Faith that soon all will be welcomed back with open arm's, to those who wish to walk on the streets of this awesome and beautiful historical place and mingle with the people's of this extraordinary country once again.
Insha Allah!
No Call - No Show From Verizon
Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,
Love and peace be with you.
Today is 19 June 2012. It is 1515, on a gorgeous sunny Florida Post Card sort of day.
Yesterday, I called and spoke with an associate of Verizon in Seattle, Washington. I filed a complaint with Verizon at that time based on the conduct of a Store Sales associate and the discrimination of one who is Single Side Deaf, OOS - Out of Sound, with the left ear and HH, Hard of Hearing with the right-good-bad-ear...
...as of this minute I have yet to receive one call.
This is not about somebody kissing my ass. Or the offering of "gift's of truce" for the this or that.
That's not my reason, nor my purpose...
...this is about somebody or someone, connecting with me about what occurred on Saturday.
This is to ensure that no one or no body, NEVER EVER has to experience what I did.
This is it. Knowing this is so simple, so upsets my energy and Spirit's. Really. So much so, that it has provided me with a natural laxative and has harshly offended me and my Meniere's.
This is truth. As it is...
...this is it.
Love and peace be with you.
Today is 19 June 2012. It is 1515, on a gorgeous sunny Florida Post Card sort of day.
Yesterday, I called and spoke with an associate of Verizon in Seattle, Washington. I filed a complaint with Verizon at that time based on the conduct of a Store Sales associate and the discrimination of one who is Single Side Deaf, OOS - Out of Sound, with the left ear and HH, Hard of Hearing with the right-good-bad-ear...
...as of this minute I have yet to receive one call.
This is not about somebody kissing my ass. Or the offering of "gift's of truce" for the this or that.
That's not my reason, nor my purpose...
...this is about somebody or someone, connecting with me about what occurred on Saturday.
This is to ensure that no one or no body, NEVER EVER has to experience what I did.
This is it. Knowing this is so simple, so upsets my energy and Spirit's. Really. So much so, that it has provided me with a natural laxative and has harshly offended me and my Meniere's.
This is truth. As it is...
...this is it.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Memories
Memories.
Sometimes the memories surface.
Brought to surface by a smell. A sound. Or a touch.
Sometimes these memories, they become too much.
Stuff I remember doing and want to do again.
No, Life says. No more such and such.
Memories.
Me. Afternoon, 18 June 2012.
Sometimes the memories surface.
Brought to surface by a smell. A sound. Or a touch.
Sometimes these memories, they become too much.
Stuff I remember doing and want to do again.
No, Life says. No more such and such.
Memories.
Me. Afternoon, 18 June 2012.
Meniere's Disease And Mind Games
Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
I have been awkward for several days now. The balance and coordination piece is off a good percentage. I tell you, walking at the store with the Big Red Dot was dangerous Saturday past.
The dizziness has been consistently foul since last week. It is the dizziness that creates the drama during a simple walk down the isle of any place. Even where shopping is a pleasure, it is absolutely my business to keep an eye out and have all sensory processes on the ready. This is a taxing task that totally exhausts me...
...this is where the sweating and perspiring plays a huge part. There I times when I have left an air conditioned market with my shirts stuck to my body and sometimes so stirred I have the bulge of nausea in my throat. Hey! Speaking of which, I vomited jello. Yes, jello? I have had my yogurt's revisit my mouth. Yesterday afternoon during Father's Day meal, I came mighty close to vomiting at the dining table. Spaghetti too! Oh goodness!
My Deaf Left ear is listening to the live electricity passing through the wires in my brains. My right Hard of Hearing one has a damned forest chock full of crickets, frogs, cicadas and locusts! It's hideous and so freaking loud!
Come Thursday, I will be having a sit down with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Thursday's 21 June. I am happy about this. The wound wear surgery was performed two weeks ago today continues to heal. No blood or fluids during the day. Only at night while wearing the silicone disc. I can see very well that this wound has been totally different than wounds of the three or four prior surgeries to the left side of my head and skull. There are four stitches remaining. No doubt, Doc or an assistant will be there to snip these not-so-dissoluble-stitches. Ha! Feels as if I have guitar strings sticking out the side of my indented wobble head,
Was recently with family for a gathering and celebration. There was a guest who is Kinfolk, who asked if I was picking up the HBO on the dish? At first it chaffed my ass, but then I brushed it off and joked back. Didn't know what else to say. Hell, I sure do hear and listen to some rather maddening sounds and noises indeed. Side bar some other time.
At this moment, I am dizzy in a tipsy sort of way, gagging and my head perspires. Perhaps it is time to take a rest or step out of doors a spell. Yes, I will step out.
My Baby Daughter moved out of home this morning. My Daddy Heart is heavy and sad. Sam, I love you so much dahlin'. My tiny little Baby. Oh, what's a Dad to do?
There will be a scar on the side of my skull. Right above my left ear and the abutment. I must see about putting something on here soon. I don't mind a pretty in pink scar, but I'm not open to any more snip and cuts at this moment. Tomorrow? Maybe. Just not right now, Eh?
Caio.
I have been awkward for several days now. The balance and coordination piece is off a good percentage. I tell you, walking at the store with the Big Red Dot was dangerous Saturday past.
The dizziness has been consistently foul since last week. It is the dizziness that creates the drama during a simple walk down the isle of any place. Even where shopping is a pleasure, it is absolutely my business to keep an eye out and have all sensory processes on the ready. This is a taxing task that totally exhausts me...
...this is where the sweating and perspiring plays a huge part. There I times when I have left an air conditioned market with my shirts stuck to my body and sometimes so stirred I have the bulge of nausea in my throat. Hey! Speaking of which, I vomited jello. Yes, jello? I have had my yogurt's revisit my mouth. Yesterday afternoon during Father's Day meal, I came mighty close to vomiting at the dining table. Spaghetti too! Oh goodness!
My Deaf Left ear is listening to the live electricity passing through the wires in my brains. My right Hard of Hearing one has a damned forest chock full of crickets, frogs, cicadas and locusts! It's hideous and so freaking loud!
Come Thursday, I will be having a sit down with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Thursday's 21 June. I am happy about this. The wound wear surgery was performed two weeks ago today continues to heal. No blood or fluids during the day. Only at night while wearing the silicone disc. I can see very well that this wound has been totally different than wounds of the three or four prior surgeries to the left side of my head and skull. There are four stitches remaining. No doubt, Doc or an assistant will be there to snip these not-so-dissoluble-stitches. Ha! Feels as if I have guitar strings sticking out the side of my indented wobble head,
Was recently with family for a gathering and celebration. There was a guest who is Kinfolk, who asked if I was picking up the HBO on the dish? At first it chaffed my ass, but then I brushed it off and joked back. Didn't know what else to say. Hell, I sure do hear and listen to some rather maddening sounds and noises indeed. Side bar some other time.
At this moment, I am dizzy in a tipsy sort of way, gagging and my head perspires. Perhaps it is time to take a rest or step out of doors a spell. Yes, I will step out.
My Baby Daughter moved out of home this morning. My Daddy Heart is heavy and sad. Sam, I love you so much dahlin'. My tiny little Baby. Oh, what's a Dad to do?
There will be a scar on the side of my skull. Right above my left ear and the abutment. I must see about putting something on here soon. I don't mind a pretty in pink scar, but I'm not open to any more snip and cuts at this moment. Tomorrow? Maybe. Just not right now, Eh?
Caio.
This Is What I've Done, Hello - Verizon?
I have initiated contact and conversation with Verizon.
On a local and area level.
I await a return call from the corporate level.
Uncertain if this is going where we're "all" on the same level. "Same Page."
The purpose is to ensure this does not ever happen to another person.
No matter the disability. No matter the Who? We ain't got time for this.
The stank of shame still lingers.
I say no more.
On a local and area level.
I await a return call from the corporate level.
Uncertain if this is going where we're "all" on the same level. "Same Page."
The purpose is to ensure this does not ever happen to another person.
No matter the disability. No matter the Who? We ain't got time for this.
The stank of shame still lingers.
I say no more.
25 June 1876, A Time For Ceremony
In one weeks time, 25 June 1876, I will celebrate the anniversary of the day Custer died for this country's sins...
...so engraved onto and intertwined into my DNA, I can sense and smell the date approaching.
Too bad we did not have more Custer's, to kill that day. Who by the way, was not a General the day he had his life handed over to him and the 7th's two hundred or so subordinates...
...too bad their numbers were not two thousand - because they all would've perished that day. All would have been butchered good and proper like. The Rank and File suffered agonizing deaths that day. Not-The-General Custer, was killed yes, but was left as he fell. What was done to them - the soldiers, was what they had done to the peoples of nation after nation's of Native Americans. The entirety of that day did not and would not change the process of assimilation or extermination. If anything, it made matters worse.Too bad more blue uniforms did not fall in this battle that day.
The "all" of that day...
...the revenge.
The all of which was, the might haves and could have been's those few minutes, that day, could not minutely begin to scratch the surface of what the White Man, the U.S. of A. and this countries peoples were permitted to do to the Indian Nations. The wanton open mass killings, the slaughter of entire villages. Every Man, Woman and Child were marked for an immediate extermination...
...entire Nation's. Entire Culture's. Entire Language's. Butchered. Wiped out and off the surface of this planet, our Earth Mother. Actions sanctioned by "Uncle Sam"...
...as if I speak of a pack of mad Wolves. No, I write this about our Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations, our neighbours, friends and lover's. It really was as if the White Folk turned on the Indian, in mass. Like a dog goes mad and turns on his human companion.
No, I don't have an ounce of regret for that day. If any one, it would be that there were not twelve Custer's there that gorgeous sunny day. It is my belief, this country has not yet seen or has had to face the consequences of what the "population" was permitted to do to the Native Americans, who lived here first. For thousands of years before a light skinned foot landed on any shore. Our fellow Human Spirit's, the Native American Indian lived and prospered here. I think so too, that neither has this country paid the price for what was perpetrated against the Black People's of Africa. Kidnapped from their homes, their very Home Lands and Country's, shipped here in catastrophic conditions and treated in inhumane manners that would horrify today's common sense and sensibility's. These People's were brought here in chains. Against their Will's. To be "sold" as slaves and to suffer genocide - generation after generation...
...and the genocide continues...
...against the Native American Nation's and to the Black People's of America. The People's of Colour are included in this communique. Oh yes, are you aware that Native Americans were once "sold" as slaves?
An irony just slapped me against the skull. You see, we celebrate Ellis island and what it stands for as a national treasure, yet we perpetrate and perpetuate hate against our own People's.
My God, may justice be served already?
God save The President! Long Live The Queen!
May Custer die again and again and again and again...
...so engraved onto and intertwined into my DNA, I can sense and smell the date approaching.
Too bad we did not have more Custer's, to kill that day. Who by the way, was not a General the day he had his life handed over to him and the 7th's two hundred or so subordinates...
...too bad their numbers were not two thousand - because they all would've perished that day. All would have been butchered good and proper like. The Rank and File suffered agonizing deaths that day. Not-The-General Custer, was killed yes, but was left as he fell. What was done to them - the soldiers, was what they had done to the peoples of nation after nation's of Native Americans. The entirety of that day did not and would not change the process of assimilation or extermination. If anything, it made matters worse.Too bad more blue uniforms did not fall in this battle that day.
The "all" of that day...
...the revenge.
The all of which was, the might haves and could have been's those few minutes, that day, could not minutely begin to scratch the surface of what the White Man, the U.S. of A. and this countries peoples were permitted to do to the Indian Nations. The wanton open mass killings, the slaughter of entire villages. Every Man, Woman and Child were marked for an immediate extermination...
...entire Nation's. Entire Culture's. Entire Language's. Butchered. Wiped out and off the surface of this planet, our Earth Mother. Actions sanctioned by "Uncle Sam"...
...as if I speak of a pack of mad Wolves. No, I write this about our Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations, our neighbours, friends and lover's. It really was as if the White Folk turned on the Indian, in mass. Like a dog goes mad and turns on his human companion.
No, I don't have an ounce of regret for that day. If any one, it would be that there were not twelve Custer's there that gorgeous sunny day. It is my belief, this country has not yet seen or has had to face the consequences of what the "population" was permitted to do to the Native Americans, who lived here first. For thousands of years before a light skinned foot landed on any shore. Our fellow Human Spirit's, the Native American Indian lived and prospered here. I think so too, that neither has this country paid the price for what was perpetrated against the Black People's of Africa. Kidnapped from their homes, their very Home Lands and Country's, shipped here in catastrophic conditions and treated in inhumane manners that would horrify today's common sense and sensibility's. These People's were brought here in chains. Against their Will's. To be "sold" as slaves and to suffer genocide - generation after generation...
...and the genocide continues...
...against the Native American Nation's and to the Black People's of America. The People's of Colour are included in this communique. Oh yes, are you aware that Native Americans were once "sold" as slaves?
An irony just slapped me against the skull. You see, we celebrate Ellis island and what it stands for as a national treasure, yet we perpetrate and perpetuate hate against our own People's.
My God, may justice be served already?
God save The President! Long Live The Queen!
May Custer die again and again and again and again...
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Happy Father's Day!
Kin,
To all who are dad's, to all dad's, young and elder, from my Spirit's to yours Happy Father's Day.
A peaceful, loving and memorable Father's day indeed.
peace,
Dad
To all who are dad's, to all dad's, young and elder, from my Spirit's to yours Happy Father's Day.
A peaceful, loving and memorable Father's day indeed.
peace,
Dad
Saturday, June 16, 2012
This Happened At The Verizon Store Today
Kin and Relations.
This happened at the Verizon Store today.
Felt it necessary to write this down and share. I really, really just had to share this truth.
At approximately 1430 today, 16 June 2012 at a Verizon Telephone Retail Shop, I had the misfortune of having crossed the path of an angry young Man who was on the clock and representing Verizon Telephone Company.
I was there because I washed my cellular telephone three or four weeks ago. I was anticipatory and excited knowing I will be getting a new telephone. The greeter at the door was polite and respectful. He then turned us over to He-Who-Was-Angry-With-Scrunched-Up-Face. No eye contact - even though I noticed he notice the abutment for my BAHA, (Bone Anchored Hearing Aid) and the chunk of left head I am missing.
There was exchange of words between She-Who-Walks-Tall and He. Both had become frustrated because my bride had momentarily forgotten our pass word to our account. I informed Mr. Verizon, that I was Deaf and Hard of Hearing and was having difficulty hearing. She, pulled pass words from the air and He-Who-Was-Angry, kept asking could it be this or could it be that. The store was "very" loud even though there was only two other sales men, their customers and the Greeter, who were all having conversations. There was a continuous audio feed promoting Verizon. Loudly. He-With-Scrunched-Up-Face and my Bride spoke more. I was having very difficult time hearing as my HH (Hard of Hearing) ear has been unsatisfactory x48 hours and my Left ear is still Deaf. The one, OOS. Out Of Sound.
I asked Mr. Angry, why he come to us with his scrunched up face. He acted as if he did not hear what I said and asked, begged my pardon. So, I obliged by asking same question about his "angry - negative" face in my face. He informed me he was not angry - even though he would not look at my face or the missing head parts again. He was In complete denial. If he wasn't angry, he surly had an angry scrunched up face about his job.
This fellow did his best to avoid conversation with me. Communicating only with my Bride.
He said "he" figured out what our pass word was. I could not hear much of what was going. What was going, on was going all around me and not at the desk I was sitting at...
...with utter frustration, I said "fuck, bride, I can not hear what's going on". He left the desk briefly and I explained to Bride the issues at hand. What, with the loud sounds, the loud voices of the people in the store, the loud audio feed and Mr. Scrunched-Up-Face.
When He came back and had a seat, I asked Mr. Sales Dude, to speak louder/raise his voice because I am Deaf and HH. He told me he could not because he had a sore throat. He then got up with my dead telephone to attempt a charge...
...just as the Verizon Representative reached the charging area, I changed my mind and asked He-With-Scrunched-Up-Face to bring the telephone back.. He said, "what?", so I repeated and asked for my telephone back and that I was taking my business else where.
Mr. Verizon, does not know that this very note is going to become a part of his permanent record at Verizon. Come Monday, I will be speaking with some one at Verizon Telephone Company and an office or two Down Town , that may find what I have to say fairly interesting. Find out this disabled customer may be some-what different than other consumers.
This associate, as soon as he saw my skull, implant abutment and four leg cane had placed judgement before I even had a seat. To have me be a minority was too much. His customer service was poor. He discriminated against me. Blatantly. And then he humiliated me, too? In front of my wife?
Please.
Yes, this really happened today. I am thinking I might just change telephone company.
I'm signing this, Some-One-Will-Listen-Hear-And-Read about this come Monday morning.
This happened at the Verizon Store today.
Felt it necessary to write this down and share. I really, really just had to share this truth.
At approximately 1430 today, 16 June 2012 at a Verizon Telephone Retail Shop, I had the misfortune of having crossed the path of an angry young Man who was on the clock and representing Verizon Telephone Company.
I was there because I washed my cellular telephone three or four weeks ago. I was anticipatory and excited knowing I will be getting a new telephone. The greeter at the door was polite and respectful. He then turned us over to He-Who-Was-Angry-With-Scrunched-Up-Face. No eye contact - even though I noticed he notice the abutment for my BAHA, (Bone Anchored Hearing Aid) and the chunk of left head I am missing.
There was exchange of words between She-Who-Walks-Tall and He. Both had become frustrated because my bride had momentarily forgotten our pass word to our account. I informed Mr. Verizon, that I was Deaf and Hard of Hearing and was having difficulty hearing. She, pulled pass words from the air and He-Who-Was-Angry, kept asking could it be this or could it be that. The store was "very" loud even though there was only two other sales men, their customers and the Greeter, who were all having conversations. There was a continuous audio feed promoting Verizon. Loudly. He-With-Scrunched-Up-Face and my Bride spoke more. I was having very difficult time hearing as my HH (Hard of Hearing) ear has been unsatisfactory x48 hours and my Left ear is still Deaf. The one, OOS. Out Of Sound.
I asked Mr. Angry, why he come to us with his scrunched up face. He acted as if he did not hear what I said and asked, begged my pardon. So, I obliged by asking same question about his "angry - negative" face in my face. He informed me he was not angry - even though he would not look at my face or the missing head parts again. He was In complete denial. If he wasn't angry, he surly had an angry scrunched up face about his job.
This fellow did his best to avoid conversation with me. Communicating only with my Bride.
He said "he" figured out what our pass word was. I could not hear much of what was going. What was going, on was going all around me and not at the desk I was sitting at...
...with utter frustration, I said "fuck, bride, I can not hear what's going on". He left the desk briefly and I explained to Bride the issues at hand. What, with the loud sounds, the loud voices of the people in the store, the loud audio feed and Mr. Scrunched-Up-Face.
When He came back and had a seat, I asked Mr. Sales Dude, to speak louder/raise his voice because I am Deaf and HH. He told me he could not because he had a sore throat. He then got up with my dead telephone to attempt a charge...
...just as the Verizon Representative reached the charging area, I changed my mind and asked He-With-Scrunched-Up-Face to bring the telephone back.. He said, "what?", so I repeated and asked for my telephone back and that I was taking my business else where.
Mr. Verizon, does not know that this very note is going to become a part of his permanent record at Verizon. Come Monday, I will be speaking with some one at Verizon Telephone Company and an office or two Down Town , that may find what I have to say fairly interesting. Find out this disabled customer may be some-what different than other consumers.
This associate, as soon as he saw my skull, implant abutment and four leg cane had placed judgement before I even had a seat. To have me be a minority was too much. His customer service was poor. He discriminated against me. Blatantly. And then he humiliated me, too? In front of my wife?
Please.
Yes, this really happened today. I am thinking I might just change telephone company.
I'm signing this, Some-One-Will-Listen-Hear-And-Read about this come Monday morning.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Oh, But For A Florida Thunder Storm
Kindred,
Plans of having aquacise and exercise have been placed on hold a minute or few...
...there is a fantastic storm passing overhead.
Having Ceremony. Am burning White Sage and Cedar. The aroma and scents surround my safe place...
...and Blesses The Lodge and Sanctuary.
There has been very much rain and the thunder rolls from not too far away...
...close enough to keep me indoors for now. You know that I know, You know we know, I am not the One to be that, "Tampa Man is struck by lightening while "aquacising" in stormy Florida Summer Time, Afternoon Thunder Storm". The Florida Sentinel would make a post about the story on the lower front page and the Tribune and the Times would have me on page three of the B section.
I won't fight these feelings. Things quieting down out there. Far as my right-good-bad- ear can hear, that is.
Alas, I must get up and stir about. I have ants in my pants.
Ciao. Mario
Plans of having aquacise and exercise have been placed on hold a minute or few...
...there is a fantastic storm passing overhead.
Having Ceremony. Am burning White Sage and Cedar. The aroma and scents surround my safe place...
...and Blesses The Lodge and Sanctuary.
There has been very much rain and the thunder rolls from not too far away...
...close enough to keep me indoors for now. You know that I know, You know we know, I am not the One to be that, "Tampa Man is struck by lightening while "aquacising" in stormy Florida Summer Time, Afternoon Thunder Storm". The Florida Sentinel would make a post about the story on the lower front page and the Tribune and the Times would have me on page three of the B section.
I won't fight these feelings. Things quieting down out there. Far as my right-good-bad- ear can hear, that is.
Alas, I must get up and stir about. I have ants in my pants.
Ciao. Mario
Aquacise...Exercise and A Mental Enema.
Hello Kindred,
Thinking, I am off to aquacise for a good period of time. Aquacise = Exercise.
Not to swim, because I have been directed not to by He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
I would love to swim, but can not. So I won't.
(Can I get the flesh eating disease from my cement pond?)
So I'll aquacise until my arm's ache. Until my legs beg for ease.
Aquacise + Exercise = Healthier Life Style.
There has been a birth of a new energy, gave birth while in hospital on 06 June 2012. Since that day, my life and My Path has been different. Different in a good way. A positive and strong change that has been born from the adversity of ill times.
With the knowledge of the strength I still have in my body, legs and the shoes to bust-a-move and get up and walk about, the necessity to replace my former telephone brings about a sense of urgency. Mama, doesn't want me out of doors without a telephone. So, this week end we replace the cellular telephone.
Enough of this. Even my neck and back call for exercise and movement. Besides, I am due for an awesome mental enema. Backed up, chaknow?
Ta.
Thinking, I am off to aquacise for a good period of time. Aquacise = Exercise.
Not to swim, because I have been directed not to by He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
I would love to swim, but can not. So I won't.
(Can I get the flesh eating disease from my cement pond?)
So I'll aquacise until my arm's ache. Until my legs beg for ease.
Aquacise + Exercise = Healthier Life Style.
There has been a birth of a new energy, gave birth while in hospital on 06 June 2012. Since that day, my life and My Path has been different. Different in a good way. A positive and strong change that has been born from the adversity of ill times.
With the knowledge of the strength I still have in my body, legs and the shoes to bust-a-move and get up and walk about, the necessity to replace my former telephone brings about a sense of urgency. Mama, doesn't want me out of doors without a telephone. So, this week end we replace the cellular telephone.
Enough of this. Even my neck and back call for exercise and movement. Besides, I am due for an awesome mental enema. Backed up, chaknow?
Ta.
Wait, Wait, Wait A Minute, Please
Kindred, Kinfolk and All Relations,
Please, wait, wait, wait a minute...
...and if I may, I would enjoy a bit of a chat with you. So please, relax a spell and sit with me as I share some of what's in my head. Most of this communique is charged, so please, pardon me.
I am tired of reading about "Forest Boy". I knew the bastard was a fake the instant I saw the photograph. Had no doubt this fool was not a child, but a grown ass man. And he is Gay. I do not mean that in a judgemental way. I simply report that my Gaydar picked up homosexual tendency when it pertains the photography...
...I have learned to hate Sandusky in an Unholy way. My thoughts have imagined ugly and inappropriate punishments. There is a "number" set on the amount of victims this predator had, with only a certain amount looking into the face of the man who put his into young and innocent boy's. In this writers way of thinking, if the White media says there was "ten" victims - this bastard had one hundred. He has been "head" of a very prestigious out reach program for boys. Sandusky has had access to boy's for a very mighty long time. I mean to say this in the most of catastrophic ways, that this bastard has harmed, hurt, affected and effected the lives of what is probably well into the hundreds, if not thousands of Folks.
His wife should face charges too. If parents were aware or had knowledge they should be charged.
By the way, I don't give three bowel movements that Zimmerman's wife was arrested for lieing. My two eye orbs and one ear hole are directed at the fool who pulled the trigger and murdered this boy. This young man, living and growing up in the very community I lived in as an adolescent. This is another subject that has really affected me in ways I do not know how to describe. Look, throwing this off the cuff, if this Zimmerman child-killer was a Black Man, if Zimmerman was a Puerto Rican or Mexican or Haitian, this individual would have been in prison by now. The wannabe Cop will be exposed for his prejudice. That's the only and very only outcome for my Spirit's. Shit, he didn't have to kill the boy!
Last evening I viewed and listened to FOX News, report that my home town, Tampa - Citrus Park, which is literally down the street from me, now has the worst record of/on reports of the slaughter, sale and consumption of horse meat in all the state of Florida.
Yes? Yes!
Look, you all, "WE HAVE GOT ALOT OF HUNGRY FOLKS OUT THERE"! Oh I want to cuss and curse so damned bad! We have so many hungry Kindred here that Hillsbourgh County is feeding children of the disadvantaged - POOR and HUNGRY children by sending out converted school buses into cafe`s on wheels. If not for these meals many would go without nutrition. Mom and Dad are unemployed or are migrants or are POOR and today is the 15 June 2012 and all the Food Stamps have been used up.
My God, Folks have to eat! Our White Government is so preoccupied with roads, beautifying, reconstructing, and the all-of-what-it-is this the White Government dictates to it's people's. Yet and so obviously overlooks our Homeless and Hungry...
...getting back to the news reports...
...while videoing the scene's of farms and farm animals, where there was slaughter at the farms. A farm that also had pigs by the dozen. Farms that have goats, the chickens and etc. Don't recollect seeing cows, but shit, I was viewing farm land and what farms do. These cheesy grinned reporters were having their verbal fits on live television. These foolish, foolish people, this White owned and operated news organization have forgotten that it was just a few generations ago - OUR PEOPLE ATE HORSE! People, our Kinfolk, ATE HORSE!
There has been an emergency call for immediate legislation to mandate the slaughter of horse as illegal. Right. The "majority" of them associated with the purchase of horse are mostly "minority's" and Folks who eat horse in their home country. Our disadvantaged fellow Human Spirit's. Our poor and our hungry. Must eat.
Look, these are not damned, "My Little Pony's". These are animals on the farm. Sometimes horse get bigger than cow. Weigh much and look strong and handsome...
...there is awareness that my fellow Human Spirit's eat meat. I was once vegetarian. Now, I eat meat. I eat meat with my grins. I and I, am aware my fellow Earth Mate's eat goat, swine, cow, buffalo, chicken, deer, alligator, ostrich, duck, goose, kangaroo, lizard, crickets sea urchin, shark and on and so on.
The legislation should LEGALIZE and regulate the "HUMANE" slaughter of horse.
Look, this is really the year 2012, you all. Seems to me things would've gotten a little easier once we understood what we were doing on this planet, our Earth Mother...
...I have always been too aware of how it is our White government draws up treaties, plans and promises and breaks them time and time again. I have smelled what this smells like. I have witnessed and have experienced what discrimination looks like, and have felt it's dehumanizing affects and effects. I see and have seen just how low down dirty this White government runs this country...
...from the White House to our very local governmental offices and agencies. We do and live our lives as it is directed by the White Ruled Democracy. Please. I live in a suburb that I could describe as a Reservation. I lived in a similar Reservation in Miami. This is a suburb of Tampa, where the White Ruled government has organized a place where Kindred live. Where Hispanic Kin live next door to Vietnamese Folks. Where people of many different colour live. Colours of Black, Brown, and Red skinned Kindred live up and down my cul-de`sac. Where "we" mixed blood's live next door to them from Barbados's and where Koreans live next door to Mixed Race couples. There isn't too many White Folk who live in my community though...
...and that's sad as hell. My Reservation is so diverse, so beautiful and so damned rich in it's diversity. This is a community and culture that White Yanks just don't know how to act in. So they move up, along and away. Out. This is the very way it has always been in the communities I have resided...
...and this is what assimilation looks like.
I'll Say no more. For now...
Please, wait, wait, wait a minute...
...and if I may, I would enjoy a bit of a chat with you. So please, relax a spell and sit with me as I share some of what's in my head. Most of this communique is charged, so please, pardon me.
I am tired of reading about "Forest Boy". I knew the bastard was a fake the instant I saw the photograph. Had no doubt this fool was not a child, but a grown ass man. And he is Gay. I do not mean that in a judgemental way. I simply report that my Gaydar picked up homosexual tendency when it pertains the photography...
...I have learned to hate Sandusky in an Unholy way. My thoughts have imagined ugly and inappropriate punishments. There is a "number" set on the amount of victims this predator had, with only a certain amount looking into the face of the man who put his into young and innocent boy's. In this writers way of thinking, if the White media says there was "ten" victims - this bastard had one hundred. He has been "head" of a very prestigious out reach program for boys. Sandusky has had access to boy's for a very mighty long time. I mean to say this in the most of catastrophic ways, that this bastard has harmed, hurt, affected and effected the lives of what is probably well into the hundreds, if not thousands of Folks.
His wife should face charges too. If parents were aware or had knowledge they should be charged.
By the way, I don't give three bowel movements that Zimmerman's wife was arrested for lieing. My two eye orbs and one ear hole are directed at the fool who pulled the trigger and murdered this boy. This young man, living and growing up in the very community I lived in as an adolescent. This is another subject that has really affected me in ways I do not know how to describe. Look, throwing this off the cuff, if this Zimmerman child-killer was a Black Man, if Zimmerman was a Puerto Rican or Mexican or Haitian, this individual would have been in prison by now. The wannabe Cop will be exposed for his prejudice. That's the only and very only outcome for my Spirit's. Shit, he didn't have to kill the boy!
Last evening I viewed and listened to FOX News, report that my home town, Tampa - Citrus Park, which is literally down the street from me, now has the worst record of/on reports of the slaughter, sale and consumption of horse meat in all the state of Florida.
Yes? Yes!
Look, you all, "WE HAVE GOT ALOT OF HUNGRY FOLKS OUT THERE"! Oh I want to cuss and curse so damned bad! We have so many hungry Kindred here that Hillsbourgh County is feeding children of the disadvantaged - POOR and HUNGRY children by sending out converted school buses into cafe`s on wheels. If not for these meals many would go without nutrition. Mom and Dad are unemployed or are migrants or are POOR and today is the 15 June 2012 and all the Food Stamps have been used up.
My God, Folks have to eat! Our White Government is so preoccupied with roads, beautifying, reconstructing, and the all-of-what-it-is this the White Government dictates to it's people's. Yet and so obviously overlooks our Homeless and Hungry...
...getting back to the news reports...
...while videoing the scene's of farms and farm animals, where there was slaughter at the farms. A farm that also had pigs by the dozen. Farms that have goats, the chickens and etc. Don't recollect seeing cows, but shit, I was viewing farm land and what farms do. These cheesy grinned reporters were having their verbal fits on live television. These foolish, foolish people, this White owned and operated news organization have forgotten that it was just a few generations ago - OUR PEOPLE ATE HORSE! People, our Kinfolk, ATE HORSE!
There has been an emergency call for immediate legislation to mandate the slaughter of horse as illegal. Right. The "majority" of them associated with the purchase of horse are mostly "minority's" and Folks who eat horse in their home country. Our disadvantaged fellow Human Spirit's. Our poor and our hungry. Must eat.
Look, these are not damned, "My Little Pony's". These are animals on the farm. Sometimes horse get bigger than cow. Weigh much and look strong and handsome...
...there is awareness that my fellow Human Spirit's eat meat. I was once vegetarian. Now, I eat meat. I eat meat with my grins. I and I, am aware my fellow Earth Mate's eat goat, swine, cow, buffalo, chicken, deer, alligator, ostrich, duck, goose, kangaroo, lizard, crickets sea urchin, shark and on and so on.
The legislation should LEGALIZE and regulate the "HUMANE" slaughter of horse.
Look, this is really the year 2012, you all. Seems to me things would've gotten a little easier once we understood what we were doing on this planet, our Earth Mother...
...I have always been too aware of how it is our White government draws up treaties, plans and promises and breaks them time and time again. I have smelled what this smells like. I have witnessed and have experienced what discrimination looks like, and have felt it's dehumanizing affects and effects. I see and have seen just how low down dirty this White government runs this country...
...from the White House to our very local governmental offices and agencies. We do and live our lives as it is directed by the White Ruled Democracy. Please. I live in a suburb that I could describe as a Reservation. I lived in a similar Reservation in Miami. This is a suburb of Tampa, where the White Ruled government has organized a place where Kindred live. Where Hispanic Kin live next door to Vietnamese Folks. Where people of many different colour live. Colours of Black, Brown, and Red skinned Kindred live up and down my cul-de`sac. Where "we" mixed blood's live next door to them from Barbados's and where Koreans live next door to Mixed Race couples. There isn't too many White Folk who live in my community though...
...and that's sad as hell. My Reservation is so diverse, so beautiful and so damned rich in it's diversity. This is a community and culture that White Yanks just don't know how to act in. So they move up, along and away. Out. This is the very way it has always been in the communities I have resided...
...and this is what assimilation looks like.
I'll Say no more. For now...
Thursday, June 14, 2012
I Can Hear The Yard Dude and Will Be Off To Appt. With Sir Dude
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
Hello Folks,
Will be off to have a sit down with Sir Dude in a mighty short few minutes. It is right and good to be wearing these shoes today, they're fitting me differently now-a-day's. This expression does not pertain to the lose of weight - a figure of speech you see. There has been a wee bit of separation from my therapist - and I know it's time. Center my energy and Spirit's in a very Safe Place...
...have been riding a way awesome wave lately and would rather I work to keep things this way.
Am able to hear the Yard Dude from where I sit. Am too pleased! With all the rain we've had over the past couple of weeks, it looks as if I'm growing wheat...
...and some sort of melon! I don't know, I didn't plant it. Ha!
Am wearing size appropriate clothing, have spritzed myself with Echt Kolonisch Wasser and await B.I.L., Pete, my brother-in-law, and my two dude's - my nephews Bubba and Tong-Tong.
Dammit, I love those Boy's.
Will send out a communique later on,
Love, peace and more peace,
Mario
Hello Folks,
Will be off to have a sit down with Sir Dude in a mighty short few minutes. It is right and good to be wearing these shoes today, they're fitting me differently now-a-day's. This expression does not pertain to the lose of weight - a figure of speech you see. There has been a wee bit of separation from my therapist - and I know it's time. Center my energy and Spirit's in a very Safe Place...
...have been riding a way awesome wave lately and would rather I work to keep things this way.
Am able to hear the Yard Dude from where I sit. Am too pleased! With all the rain we've had over the past couple of weeks, it looks as if I'm growing wheat...
...and some sort of melon! I don't know, I didn't plant it. Ha!
Am wearing size appropriate clothing, have spritzed myself with Echt Kolonisch Wasser and await B.I.L., Pete, my brother-in-law, and my two dude's - my nephews Bubba and Tong-Tong.
Dammit, I love those Boy's.
Will send out a communique later on,
Love, peace and more peace,
Mario
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Young MC - Bust A Move, What I Did Today!!
My Kindred,
Yes, this is exactly what I did today!
YES!!!
Mario
10,000 At This Very Moment!!
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
As of this very minute the 10,000th Guest has visited Meniere's Disease, Mario's Path.
I won't go over all that was stated earlier today...
...I'll simply say "thank you", one more time, thank you very much for visiting.
Thank you for caring!
Love, peace and more peace, Me
As of this very minute the 10,000th Guest has visited Meniere's Disease, Mario's Path.
I won't go over all that was stated earlier today...
...I'll simply say "thank you", one more time, thank you very much for visiting.
Thank you for caring!
Love, peace and more peace, Me
Feel Like A Boy Caught Escaping, "Busting Out"
Oh, My Dearest Kin,
If only I could bottle the energy I feel rushing through my veins and Spirit's!! My Good-goodness - I have just had one heck of an Epiphany and am still riding the rush from the country sunshine that just bathed me with awesome vitamin D that added a little pep-to-my-step. As I share this I am recovering from a sweat developed - WHILE I walked to the corner drug store!
YES!! For the first time ever - while living here in one of Tampa's Finest Reservations - I BUSTED OUT BY FOOT!! YES!! From The Lodge to that corner drug store AND then back home...
...in a good damned state of mind, breathing well and HOT from that ninety-something degree weather out there, sweating from something other than Meniere's sweat! Folks, my shirt's still wet. I love this Florida Sunshine! I was raised on Country Sunshine, you know. My God! What joy I had walking along! Yes, it is mighty hot out, but the heat had very little influence on the way I walked and the way my shoes were fitting...
...I walked to a beat that resonated from my feet upward. I had no doubt that I was to walk steady, with a purpose - my chin up and aware of my environment. I have just conquered a very powerful energy in my life. I have walked up the street and back from the corner drug store.
There were miss-steps and a couple or few of really gimpy-skip-to-my-Lou moments. But I betcha I kept my eye orbs and toes pointed forward! And the Folks I say walking about! My God! There's so many of US! The paths that crossed with mine. So many...
...so many face-to-face moments, the greeting's of passer's by and hearing their voice for the first time. The chemists and staff who celebrated this victory with me! Ha! I walked up to the drive-up and the very familiar staff thought Mr. Thang, had gone off and away! If only you could've seen their faces! Absolutely priceless!
Purchased milk, sesame seeds, two packs of Cherry Jello (damned hospital) and a Tea for me is what I purchased on my adventure today. My escape...
...mine and Janet's, "Runaway".
Great Spirit, with my all of my heart, mind and Spirit's, I am humbled to have received this very Blessing. It makes me want to plan another walk about. Maybe to the super market next time?
YES!!!
Oh, by the way and post script too, yes, Mama is upset with me. I know I'll have an ear full later on this evening. I have this childish anticipation of Mommy coming home to punish me because I snuck out of the house. I hope that I get punished like a good-damned-bad-boy! Please!
Something that is so huge in my mind at this moment, is that I really "busted" the hell out of medically imposed exile and this illusion of a safe wrapping and surrounding orb in which I and my alter's have resided for so many damned years!
My Kindred! There are Folks down the street and around the corner from the corner drug store!!
YEAH!!!
If only I could bottle the energy I feel rushing through my veins and Spirit's!! My Good-goodness - I have just had one heck of an Epiphany and am still riding the rush from the country sunshine that just bathed me with awesome vitamin D that added a little pep-to-my-step. As I share this I am recovering from a sweat developed - WHILE I walked to the corner drug store!
YES!! For the first time ever - while living here in one of Tampa's Finest Reservations - I BUSTED OUT BY FOOT!! YES!! From The Lodge to that corner drug store AND then back home...
...in a good damned state of mind, breathing well and HOT from that ninety-something degree weather out there, sweating from something other than Meniere's sweat! Folks, my shirt's still wet. I love this Florida Sunshine! I was raised on Country Sunshine, you know. My God! What joy I had walking along! Yes, it is mighty hot out, but the heat had very little influence on the way I walked and the way my shoes were fitting...
...I walked to a beat that resonated from my feet upward. I had no doubt that I was to walk steady, with a purpose - my chin up and aware of my environment. I have just conquered a very powerful energy in my life. I have walked up the street and back from the corner drug store.
There were miss-steps and a couple or few of really gimpy-skip-to-my-Lou moments. But I betcha I kept my eye orbs and toes pointed forward! And the Folks I say walking about! My God! There's so many of US! The paths that crossed with mine. So many...
...so many face-to-face moments, the greeting's of passer's by and hearing their voice for the first time. The chemists and staff who celebrated this victory with me! Ha! I walked up to the drive-up and the very familiar staff thought Mr. Thang, had gone off and away! If only you could've seen their faces! Absolutely priceless!
Purchased milk, sesame seeds, two packs of Cherry Jello (damned hospital) and a Tea for me is what I purchased on my adventure today. My escape...
...mine and Janet's, "Runaway".
Great Spirit, with my all of my heart, mind and Spirit's, I am humbled to have received this very Blessing. It makes me want to plan another walk about. Maybe to the super market next time?
YES!!!
Oh, by the way and post script too, yes, Mama is upset with me. I know I'll have an ear full later on this evening. I have this childish anticipation of Mommy coming home to punish me because I snuck out of the house. I hope that I get punished like a good-damned-bad-boy! Please!
Something that is so huge in my mind at this moment, is that I really "busted" the hell out of medically imposed exile and this illusion of a safe wrapping and surrounding orb in which I and my alter's have resided for so many damned years!
My Kindred! There are Folks down the street and around the corner from the corner drug store!!
YEAH!!!
40.5 Pounds Are Outta Here! Hip! Hip!
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
Today I am able to report that I have now lost 40.5 pounds. Am able to celebrate the loss of forty and one half pounds of fatty fluids, tissue and the sort of stuff that has this off white yucky disgusting ooze to it that has been a part of my structure for too many years. It's important to me to lose a chunk of my junk because I want to be healthy and have a better me for me and I.
Oh, but wait, I don't want to be one of those stories heard on the news or read in the press; "A Tampa man after losing much weight and converting to healthy life style, died yesterday while lifting light weights. It is believed a fifteen pound bar fell and crushed his right foot. Doctors do not believe this was the cause of death". Ha! Wouldn't that be a hoot!!
I am losing weight for a cause. Be-cause!
Alright then, let me get to the Market where shopping is a pleasure and return some of this...
1. Ten pound sack of potatoes.
2. Ten pound bag of rice.
3. Five pound bag of Granny Green Apples.
4. Ten Pound Duck.
5. Two, One Pound Tubs of butter.
6. Three, one pound tubs of Shortening.
7. One half pound bag of M&M's.
Where in the hell is that horse when you want to mount him! John Wayne! Here horsey-horsey!
Today I am able to report that I have now lost 40.5 pounds. Am able to celebrate the loss of forty and one half pounds of fatty fluids, tissue and the sort of stuff that has this off white yucky disgusting ooze to it that has been a part of my structure for too many years. It's important to me to lose a chunk of my junk because I want to be healthy and have a better me for me and I.
Oh, but wait, I don't want to be one of those stories heard on the news or read in the press; "A Tampa man after losing much weight and converting to healthy life style, died yesterday while lifting light weights. It is believed a fifteen pound bar fell and crushed his right foot. Doctors do not believe this was the cause of death". Ha! Wouldn't that be a hoot!!
I am losing weight for a cause. Be-cause!
Alright then, let me get to the Market where shopping is a pleasure and return some of this...
1. Ten pound sack of potatoes.
2. Ten pound bag of rice.
3. Five pound bag of Granny Green Apples.
4. Ten Pound Duck.
5. Two, One Pound Tubs of butter.
6. Three, one pound tubs of Shortening.
7. One half pound bag of M&M's.
Where in the hell is that horse when you want to mount him! John Wayne! Here horsey-horsey!
Soon Comes, My Ten Thousandth Guest
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
Greeting's! And Welcome!
With the Grace of Great Spirit, by mid-afternoon or early evening I would have had my ten thousandth Guest visit this blog, Meniere's Disease, Mario's Path.
This blog was created by brain flatulence's. Two dear friend spoke the words and my brain farted as she sat there next to me. I thought putting what I was living and going through back August of soon to be two years, seemed too and so beyond me. Yet, I tip-tapped and taught myself the ways to create a blog. All while in a very self-hostile, unhealthy and depressing time and place in life. Coaxed and coached by two dear friends, to come out of my shell and medical exile. I had been keeping journals for many years, decades of journal's. Their idea of creating a blog gave me gas.
Today, 13 June 2012, I sit here sharing my words and life with Kindred from across Mother Earth. In my Spirit's, I still am dumbfounded. I am so minute and am but a simple Human Spirit getting an education here on Earth Mother. Awaiting graduation's.
Enlightenment's.
My Path and this blog has helped me become the someone I had once only hoped to become. This format of sending out communiques via blog from home blows my mind. A formula that has given me the time and chance to dissect my innards and take serious self-inventory. Some very deep and serious therapy.
Time and time again. Until I get it right. No brainer for the myself sitting here...
...thinking of the thousands of Kindred, I have crossed paths with here. Thinking of the eye's that have crossed over my words gives me a warm cozy comfy feeling in my Center. Many thank yous to my friends, He-Who-Is-A-Potter and She-Who-Sings-With-Power. I also wish to thank my bride, She-Who-Walks-Tall, for the every thing's and for finding me...
...I wish to thank you, my Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations, for checking in on me from time to time. I know that I am the Blessed One.
My Spirit's are at ease with these words shared today. My heart is full.
Again, I thank you.
Greeting's! And Welcome!
With the Grace of Great Spirit, by mid-afternoon or early evening I would have had my ten thousandth Guest visit this blog, Meniere's Disease, Mario's Path.
This blog was created by brain flatulence's. Two dear friend spoke the words and my brain farted as she sat there next to me. I thought putting what I was living and going through back August of soon to be two years, seemed too and so beyond me. Yet, I tip-tapped and taught myself the ways to create a blog. All while in a very self-hostile, unhealthy and depressing time and place in life. Coaxed and coached by two dear friends, to come out of my shell and medical exile. I had been keeping journals for many years, decades of journal's. Their idea of creating a blog gave me gas.
Today, 13 June 2012, I sit here sharing my words and life with Kindred from across Mother Earth. In my Spirit's, I still am dumbfounded. I am so minute and am but a simple Human Spirit getting an education here on Earth Mother. Awaiting graduation's.
Enlightenment's.
My Path and this blog has helped me become the someone I had once only hoped to become. This format of sending out communiques via blog from home blows my mind. A formula that has given me the time and chance to dissect my innards and take serious self-inventory. Some very deep and serious therapy.
Time and time again. Until I get it right. No brainer for the myself sitting here...
...thinking of the thousands of Kindred, I have crossed paths with here. Thinking of the eye's that have crossed over my words gives me a warm cozy comfy feeling in my Center. Many thank yous to my friends, He-Who-Is-A-Potter and She-Who-Sings-With-Power. I also wish to thank my bride, She-Who-Walks-Tall, for the every thing's and for finding me...
...I wish to thank you, my Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations, for checking in on me from time to time. I know that I am the Blessed One.
My Spirit's are at ease with these words shared today. My heart is full.
Again, I thank you.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
A Message To Sir Dude
I will be meeting with Sir Dude, my therapist come Thursday afternoon at 1400. Have had a peaceful easy feeling the past twenty four hours and plan to carry this on up to, through and past our first face-to-face in a few weeks. It is a good and right thing I do keeping in touch with this part of my over-all Better Health Care Team. This fellow has provided me with plenty good Emotional and Mental Health Care and I suppose, all I'm trying to say at this moment is thank you, Sir Dude.
My Brother, I know you catch me on the blog from time to time, so I'm wanting to throw out to you my decision to bid a farewell with Dr. N., also known as He-Who-Knows-My-Brain come the end of Summer. I am knowing that if I should ever need to reach out to him, he is but a call away. It is not with fear the decision has been made. It is with a certainty I decide.
As far as you and I, we're not done yet Sir Dude. So, as long as you are planning to practice out of that very safe place of mine, you will be in my employ. I trust you, you have a heart and the mind of a damned good therapist. It is my responsibility to self and family to have you be a working part of My Path. My Life.
My left Deaf ear just sent a loud beep out at you. (One of those damned Meniere's things, you know). Maybe that "beep" was a reminder that I wanted to confirm our gathering come the 14 of June. 1400 and I'll be wearing my bells and tote along a couple tea bags for tea.
Sir Dude, thank you for your teachings and leadership. You are a fine therapist and you are a name spoken well of within my family.
Thank you! And may Great Spirit, bless you with excellent health and stamina for your races and 26.5's...
...and wish you excellent health for us too. Your "clients".
Love, peace and more peace...
My Brother, I know you catch me on the blog from time to time, so I'm wanting to throw out to you my decision to bid a farewell with Dr. N., also known as He-Who-Knows-My-Brain come the end of Summer. I am knowing that if I should ever need to reach out to him, he is but a call away. It is not with fear the decision has been made. It is with a certainty I decide.
As far as you and I, we're not done yet Sir Dude. So, as long as you are planning to practice out of that very safe place of mine, you will be in my employ. I trust you, you have a heart and the mind of a damned good therapist. It is my responsibility to self and family to have you be a working part of My Path. My Life.
My left Deaf ear just sent a loud beep out at you. (One of those damned Meniere's things, you know). Maybe that "beep" was a reminder that I wanted to confirm our gathering come the 14 of June. 1400 and I'll be wearing my bells and tote along a couple tea bags for tea.
Sir Dude, thank you for your teachings and leadership. You are a fine therapist and you are a name spoken well of within my family.
Thank you! And may Great Spirit, bless you with excellent health and stamina for your races and 26.5's...
...and wish you excellent health for us too. Your "clients".
Love, peace and more peace...
I Just Have To Share These, Privately
Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
Good afternoon.
While residing in Darmstadt, I was provided an opportunity to taste Turkish Blond on many-many an occasion. Life as I knew it changed with the first puff off of a fire extinguisher elbow converted into a very worthy pipe. I remember the moment and who I was with. Never did thank you, Duuuuuuude, so I thank you now!!! You thought I was going to mention your name en'cha? Oh yes, and the Bubble Gum Black was full-filling, in fact, but there was just something about that Turkish Blonder-than-a-Blond-has-a-right-to-be-Blond...
...oh, please. I mentioned in the title that I wanted to share these privately. So, please, if you wish to read, learn and see me as I am and or who I was and who I am becoming - this Spirit In Cocoon, One in metamorphosis, Chrysalis, please then, sit a spell and let us chat.
I want to say something right now that I don't think I've EVER said on this blog. Pardon me please as I say something I really feel in my teeth at this very moment, that being - I FUCKING HATE MENIERE'S!!! Yes, yes, I have no doubt I've uttered many a profane word on the here or there about Meniere's and what it has done or made of my life and my family's lives. I have had the fear born and dwells with-in me concerned for my children. Will they carry this FUCKING MENIERE'S deep within their time and place in life. A Father's lament...
...look, I have a lite and simple respite from the symptoms of the disease at this moment. Surly was not the case earlier in the morning or early afternoon. Know this then, I focus and am building a different character under this skin. Seems as if there is a brand new attitude directed toward the disease, the symptoms of it and the strength I have gained as I have lived and envisioned confrontations with life's influences and at this minute consider that I have been the Blessed One. There's not too many of us BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid wearing Folks out here. And apparently, the diagnosis of FUCKING MENIER"S DISEASE carries a very wide spectrum of diagnosis, health issues and the all of that shit...
...I know that, Man. Because of the shoes I am wearing, I am able to empathize and sympathize even with fellow Human Spirit's living with this Disease, Menieres. Just please Folks, just please don't go all up in Folks face's and space's to say with an off-the-cuff verbal fart that your Pa has MOTHER FUCKEN MENIERE'S DISEASE. Oh, yes, it is simple like that. His/Her MENIERE"S is not my FUCKEN MENIERE'S. Understand this, I have just never met a fellow Human Spirit, who has had half the amount of surgery's I have had because of this BULL SHIT DISEASE!!! I mean, can we find some medium? I am not being inconsiderate about this boundary, it's a reasonable thing to establish I say. Has something to do with the shoes.
Yes-yes, I know that was very private and expressed with a bit of profanity. I have just really wanted to share these topics privately. Sort of like a "Say and Share" I enjoy sharing - just on a different level. And WHEW! A most excellent connection I felt. Thank you for being here.
When I communicate and or connect My Path with Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations, there really is a connection-with-in my Human Spirit. Honestly, I don't think I have ever shared "ALL" that with any body in my Circle. Not my Brenda, Children, Doctor's or their staff, or my Mental Health Care Teams. I am glad I expelled some of that from my energies, vibrations and Spirit's. Thank you, Great Spirit! Thank you, my Kindred!
I have some news to share on the Weight" front but am unsure as to share this now or wait. Oui-oui, I agree to share now. I have lost forty point five pounds. I am very pleased and confidant to lose more, but there are these tiny little red flags fluttering in this hot Florida breeze...
...memories of a different time in My Path. I understand. Losing weight is not unfamiliar to me and losing this amount of weight has been lost from this body before. The worst case scenario was when I was Anorexic. That was so like, back then. But, yes, I'm thinking also, that these pretty little red flags are body, mind and emotional flash backs. And my goodness the memories. As I mentioned right up there, these are from a different time and place along My Path. (Insert Drama):Damn it! Why shit in life get so damned complicated?
Ohhh, I still don't know! Been around fifty-sum-years and kicking it old school against ill health and the DAMNED disease. Still wurkin it, ya see?
One more, then I'm off to the showers. Honey's, I have just put Miss. Grace Jones, on the pod and am letting her tickle my Right-Bad-Good-Ear with her words and song...
...she sings into my One-Ear-Hole-To-The-Brain, "La Vie en Rose". My heart gets all adolescent. like thumping faster and my face blushings. She has sang this song to me in person. I knew then and that evening what a DIVA is. Oh, Grace, you have always been a part and important piece of my life and My Path. I Love You, my dearest Grace. Can't you see? I have always loved you.
No, I'm not crying.
I suspect I'll do this again some time, this "Share These Privately" moments are so awesome. I have enjoyed our time together and thank you from my heart to yours.
Love, peace and more peace...........always............................Mario
Good afternoon.
While residing in Darmstadt, I was provided an opportunity to taste Turkish Blond on many-many an occasion. Life as I knew it changed with the first puff off of a fire extinguisher elbow converted into a very worthy pipe. I remember the moment and who I was with. Never did thank you, Duuuuuuude, so I thank you now!!! You thought I was going to mention your name en'cha? Oh yes, and the Bubble Gum Black was full-filling, in fact, but there was just something about that Turkish Blonder-than-a-Blond-has-a-right-to-be-Blond...
...oh, please. I mentioned in the title that I wanted to share these privately. So, please, if you wish to read, learn and see me as I am and or who I was and who I am becoming - this Spirit In Cocoon, One in metamorphosis, Chrysalis, please then, sit a spell and let us chat.
I want to say something right now that I don't think I've EVER said on this blog. Pardon me please as I say something I really feel in my teeth at this very moment, that being - I FUCKING HATE MENIERE'S!!! Yes, yes, I have no doubt I've uttered many a profane word on the here or there about Meniere's and what it has done or made of my life and my family's lives. I have had the fear born and dwells with-in me concerned for my children. Will they carry this FUCKING MENIERE'S deep within their time and place in life. A Father's lament...
...look, I have a lite and simple respite from the symptoms of the disease at this moment. Surly was not the case earlier in the morning or early afternoon. Know this then, I focus and am building a different character under this skin. Seems as if there is a brand new attitude directed toward the disease, the symptoms of it and the strength I have gained as I have lived and envisioned confrontations with life's influences and at this minute consider that I have been the Blessed One. There's not too many of us BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid wearing Folks out here. And apparently, the diagnosis of FUCKING MENIER"S DISEASE carries a very wide spectrum of diagnosis, health issues and the all of that shit...
...I know that, Man. Because of the shoes I am wearing, I am able to empathize and sympathize even with fellow Human Spirit's living with this Disease, Menieres. Just please Folks, just please don't go all up in Folks face's and space's to say with an off-the-cuff verbal fart that your Pa has MOTHER FUCKEN MENIERE'S DISEASE. Oh, yes, it is simple like that. His/Her MENIERE"S is not my FUCKEN MENIERE'S. Understand this, I have just never met a fellow Human Spirit, who has had half the amount of surgery's I have had because of this BULL SHIT DISEASE!!! I mean, can we find some medium? I am not being inconsiderate about this boundary, it's a reasonable thing to establish I say. Has something to do with the shoes.
Yes-yes, I know that was very private and expressed with a bit of profanity. I have just really wanted to share these topics privately. Sort of like a "Say and Share" I enjoy sharing - just on a different level. And WHEW! A most excellent connection I felt. Thank you for being here.
When I communicate and or connect My Path with Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations, there really is a connection-with-in my Human Spirit. Honestly, I don't think I have ever shared "ALL" that with any body in my Circle. Not my Brenda, Children, Doctor's or their staff, or my Mental Health Care Teams. I am glad I expelled some of that from my energies, vibrations and Spirit's. Thank you, Great Spirit! Thank you, my Kindred!
I have some news to share on the Weight" front but am unsure as to share this now or wait. Oui-oui, I agree to share now. I have lost forty point five pounds. I am very pleased and confidant to lose more, but there are these tiny little red flags fluttering in this hot Florida breeze...
...memories of a different time in My Path. I understand. Losing weight is not unfamiliar to me and losing this amount of weight has been lost from this body before. The worst case scenario was when I was Anorexic. That was so like, back then. But, yes, I'm thinking also, that these pretty little red flags are body, mind and emotional flash backs. And my goodness the memories. As I mentioned right up there, these are from a different time and place along My Path. (Insert Drama):Damn it! Why shit in life get so damned complicated?
Ohhh, I still don't know! Been around fifty-sum-years and kicking it old school against ill health and the DAMNED disease. Still wurkin it, ya see?
One more, then I'm off to the showers. Honey's, I have just put Miss. Grace Jones, on the pod and am letting her tickle my Right-Bad-Good-Ear with her words and song...
...she sings into my One-Ear-Hole-To-The-Brain, "La Vie en Rose". My heart gets all adolescent. like thumping faster and my face blushings. She has sang this song to me in person. I knew then and that evening what a DIVA is. Oh, Grace, you have always been a part and important piece of my life and My Path. I Love You, my dearest Grace. Can't you see? I have always loved you.
No, I'm not crying.
I suspect I'll do this again some time, this "Share These Privately" moments are so awesome. I have enjoyed our time together and thank you from my heart to yours.
Love, peace and more peace...........always............................Mario
Monday, June 11, 2012
"Very Dirty Deep Southern Hawt"
Have been forced to retreat to the Lodge due to this wickedly hot weather. Hell, I'm from the South eastern United States and am Fifth Generation Floridian. I mean, this is "Very Dirty Deep Southern Hawt", going on out there, Ma'am.
Gave a go at gardening for a spell. Spraying anti-weed on the red mulch and like that. Damn it! If it's this hot now, I'm horrified to think of August! It's just too hauteur for me! Naw Boo, really.
Had a mess going on with the Meniere's symptoms and symptoms of being in ninety degree summer time in Florida! And don't these folks pay to come down here to holiday in this hot ass weather? Yes, and hell yes, these kind hearted Folks sure do...
...Bless their hearts.
Uncle Chester and Aunt Helen, our two turtles are doing well and are very healthy. Oh no, they'll be here for a few seasons. I want to feel confidant in their ability to survive in low predator environments. Don't know if I shared this or not, but She-Who-Walks-Tall, has trained Aunt Helen the Leather back Snapping turtle to eat from her fingers. Alright then, I thought I was the only one.
Our feathered cousins are enjoying fresh food and water. I may have fallen off a day or three. Their silence is the punishment I receive when I miss breakfast or dinner time. One or two days out. I mean, these Honey's are accustomed to their vittles, water and occasional sweet surprise. It is not nice to upset these Kinfolks, you all. They act just like kinfolk! All like that too...
...Bless their hearts.
I briefly mentioned recently that the Yanks are moving out. Look, putting this kindly and straight to the point, Racism is so ignorant it hurts. Damned foolish ass Yanks! You would think we lived in Little Havana or Central L.A., the way these Folks speak it. Good damned goodness - lighten up! Oh, and by the way, just wait until you get a hold of your new neighbourhood. Gurl please. The music you complain about being too loud is going to be an all together genre. And louder too. For real...
...Bless their hearts.
Hated it...
Gave a go at gardening for a spell. Spraying anti-weed on the red mulch and like that. Damn it! If it's this hot now, I'm horrified to think of August! It's just too hauteur for me! Naw Boo, really.
Had a mess going on with the Meniere's symptoms and symptoms of being in ninety degree summer time in Florida! And don't these folks pay to come down here to holiday in this hot ass weather? Yes, and hell yes, these kind hearted Folks sure do...
...Bless their hearts.
Uncle Chester and Aunt Helen, our two turtles are doing well and are very healthy. Oh no, they'll be here for a few seasons. I want to feel confidant in their ability to survive in low predator environments. Don't know if I shared this or not, but She-Who-Walks-Tall, has trained Aunt Helen the Leather back Snapping turtle to eat from her fingers. Alright then, I thought I was the only one.
Our feathered cousins are enjoying fresh food and water. I may have fallen off a day or three. Their silence is the punishment I receive when I miss breakfast or dinner time. One or two days out. I mean, these Honey's are accustomed to their vittles, water and occasional sweet surprise. It is not nice to upset these Kinfolks, you all. They act just like kinfolk! All like that too...
...Bless their hearts.
I briefly mentioned recently that the Yanks are moving out. Look, putting this kindly and straight to the point, Racism is so ignorant it hurts. Damned foolish ass Yanks! You would think we lived in Little Havana or Central L.A., the way these Folks speak it. Good damned goodness - lighten up! Oh, and by the way, just wait until you get a hold of your new neighbourhood. Gurl please. The music you complain about being too loud is going to be an all together genre. And louder too. For real...
...Bless their hearts.
Hated it...
Meniere's And What Not On A Monday
Kinfolk, Kindred, and Relations,
Good Morning,
Just a few thoughts I would appreciate sharing with some one. I am home alone and them within telephone rage are at work. Today, I want to do something - but do not know what this something is yet. Rather like an itch I can't reach. On days like today, when I sure could use one to speak with, I turn to the Family of Thousands and open up a spell. Would you sit a bit with me?
This morning I woke up with She-Who-Walks-Tall. It hurts my heart knowing that my babe, must leave for work. I have the pangs of a child, when my dearest one must leave me home alone. If some one were to ask, "why is this, Big Bear?", I would have to respond that I miss and want her by me and near me...
...I have had the fortunate business of realizing just how much she means to me, just how much I love this Woman. My "very best good friend"! It breaks my heart when we're apart.
This is the way Great Spirit intended our lives to be. To have been married these thirty two years and have our two beautiful daughters here on Earth Mother with us. It was written before the beginning of time...
...just as this Meniere's Disease was destined to be something that would have come about and literally scatter life as I knew it...
...like leaves in the wind. It was written long before conception.
Wait. Speaking of conception, I have this question floating about and bugging me now for three days or so. Rather than beat about this bush - I'll get to it straight away. The question or concern maybe even, is this, "What if I am afraid of meeting Kinfolk or Folks in Heaven, that I really do not want to see or be with?" There's some issue with me crossing perpetrators in my After Life. God, please say it ain't so...
...how in the hail am I going to wait to be an Elder and have this type of shit pop up? This doubt?
Great Spirit, forgive me please for this childish thought process. Forgive me for my lack of faith.
I am a webble wobble today and no, I don't want to fall down. A bad balance day. So far.
Dizziness and nausea is a 6. I am sweating as I share these words and do my best to listen to some music. Try to distract from these ailments and symptoms of disease Meniere's. And try so hard to not hear the noises going on in my Left Deaf ear. Just realized that I have been the definition of Single Side Deaf/Out Of Sound most of this year. Was able to wear my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid while in Cherokee and Georgia, a few days. Then the silence and those noises, sounds and voices that trouble me most about this Deaf ear...
...a Deaf ear that listens to the noises from within and an ear on the right side that works when it wants to and also provides an array of it's own sounds. Say what?
I share with one and all at this very moment that I suspect the "worms" have been done away with. I have not felt the squiggle of worms for days. What I am feeling though is the scurry of spiders between the flesh on my head and the bone of my skull. I HATE THIS!
My wound is doing very well and appears to be healing in beautiful fashion. I am happy.
Time to step out of doors with these hounds and get some fresh air. I would love some.
No more to be said. For now.
Good Morning,
Just a few thoughts I would appreciate sharing with some one. I am home alone and them within telephone rage are at work. Today, I want to do something - but do not know what this something is yet. Rather like an itch I can't reach. On days like today, when I sure could use one to speak with, I turn to the Family of Thousands and open up a spell. Would you sit a bit with me?
This morning I woke up with She-Who-Walks-Tall. It hurts my heart knowing that my babe, must leave for work. I have the pangs of a child, when my dearest one must leave me home alone. If some one were to ask, "why is this, Big Bear?", I would have to respond that I miss and want her by me and near me...
...I have had the fortunate business of realizing just how much she means to me, just how much I love this Woman. My "very best good friend"! It breaks my heart when we're apart.
This is the way Great Spirit intended our lives to be. To have been married these thirty two years and have our two beautiful daughters here on Earth Mother with us. It was written before the beginning of time...
...just as this Meniere's Disease was destined to be something that would have come about and literally scatter life as I knew it...
...like leaves in the wind. It was written long before conception.
Wait. Speaking of conception, I have this question floating about and bugging me now for three days or so. Rather than beat about this bush - I'll get to it straight away. The question or concern maybe even, is this, "What if I am afraid of meeting Kinfolk or Folks in Heaven, that I really do not want to see or be with?" There's some issue with me crossing perpetrators in my After Life. God, please say it ain't so...
...how in the hail am I going to wait to be an Elder and have this type of shit pop up? This doubt?
Great Spirit, forgive me please for this childish thought process. Forgive me for my lack of faith.
I am a webble wobble today and no, I don't want to fall down. A bad balance day. So far.
Dizziness and nausea is a 6. I am sweating as I share these words and do my best to listen to some music. Try to distract from these ailments and symptoms of disease Meniere's. And try so hard to not hear the noises going on in my Left Deaf ear. Just realized that I have been the definition of Single Side Deaf/Out Of Sound most of this year. Was able to wear my BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid while in Cherokee and Georgia, a few days. Then the silence and those noises, sounds and voices that trouble me most about this Deaf ear...
...a Deaf ear that listens to the noises from within and an ear on the right side that works when it wants to and also provides an array of it's own sounds. Say what?
I share with one and all at this very moment that I suspect the "worms" have been done away with. I have not felt the squiggle of worms for days. What I am feeling though is the scurry of spiders between the flesh on my head and the bone of my skull. I HATE THIS!
My wound is doing very well and appears to be healing in beautiful fashion. I am happy.
Time to step out of doors with these hounds and get some fresh air. I would love some.
No more to be said. For now.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Some New Say And Share
Greeting's to all Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
I have had thoughts of another Say and Share for a couple of weeks and I reckon there's no better time to strike twenty five Say and Shares out there at you. Give Folks an idea of who walks Earth Mother in my shoes, living with Meniere's Disease, this and that, amongst other things.
Alright now, I shoot from the waist and won't stop until twenty five comments have been made. Here we go! Yeeeee-Hawww!
1. I have had freckles all my life.
2. I know what it sounds like when doves cry.
3. It makes me sad to read articles about or see Homeless Folks walk about.
4. Since a child have enjoyed the theater.
5. The symphony too.
6. Ludwig Van Beethoven is my favorite composer. His Ninth Symphony is my favorite.
7. Snoop Dogg is my favorite Rapper.
8. I like Tupac too.
9. I have never ate sardines.
10. Have eaten Vienna Sauseges.
11. There probably has not been a meal I have turned down.
12. During Vegetarian years - meals did have to be vegetarian.
13. Very Vegetarian.
14. I eat meat again and am healthy and enjoy myself.
15. I love meat again.
16. Oops, my bad.
17. As a teen I had the nick-name Spider.
18. It was my graffiti tag - Spider 192.
19. Um, yes I did. Oh, to be a boy of the Seventies.
20. I met my Bride in 1974. Don't it seem like "whaaaaaaaaat"?
21. My favorite Root Beer is Dad's. Yes, because it has my name on it.
22. My favorite beer is Red Stripe from Jamaica.
23. Oh, I LOVE Starbucks!
24. I miss running.
25. The Yanks next door are moving out.
Alright then. There I am and now you know.
Love, peace and more peace...
I have had thoughts of another Say and Share for a couple of weeks and I reckon there's no better time to strike twenty five Say and Shares out there at you. Give Folks an idea of who walks Earth Mother in my shoes, living with Meniere's Disease, this and that, amongst other things.
Alright now, I shoot from the waist and won't stop until twenty five comments have been made. Here we go! Yeeeee-Hawww!
1. I have had freckles all my life.
2. I know what it sounds like when doves cry.
3. It makes me sad to read articles about or see Homeless Folks walk about.
4. Since a child have enjoyed the theater.
5. The symphony too.
6. Ludwig Van Beethoven is my favorite composer. His Ninth Symphony is my favorite.
7. Snoop Dogg is my favorite Rapper.
8. I like Tupac too.
9. I have never ate sardines.
10. Have eaten Vienna Sauseges.
11. There probably has not been a meal I have turned down.
12. During Vegetarian years - meals did have to be vegetarian.
13. Very Vegetarian.
14. I eat meat again and am healthy and enjoy myself.
15. I love meat again.
16. Oops, my bad.
17. As a teen I had the nick-name Spider.
18. It was my graffiti tag - Spider 192.
19. Um, yes I did. Oh, to be a boy of the Seventies.
20. I met my Bride in 1974. Don't it seem like "whaaaaaaaaat"?
21. My favorite Root Beer is Dad's. Yes, because it has my name on it.
22. My favorite beer is Red Stripe from Jamaica.
23. Oh, I LOVE Starbucks!
24. I miss running.
25. The Yanks next door are moving out.
Alright then. There I am and now you know.
Love, peace and more peace...
Two Words From Syria, Heard On The News
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
While viewing the ABC News this evening, I heard words I feared would be spoken sooner than later. Now, it has been made so - I've heard with my Right-Good-Bad-Ear that "Ethnic Cleansing" is taking place in Syria. A wonderful and modern country with beautiful people. People's with many different eye colours and many shades of skin pigmentation. Mr. Assad, is getting away with the extermination of his own Country Peoples.
I mean, did we as fellow Human Spirit's really have to wait until 10 June 2012 to have some political hot shot proclaim that this was taking place?
I was viewing and listening to this, months ago. I have known this far too long and am beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with what our U.N., Russia and China are permitting.
Is this the way it felt to the citizenry when nazi's were going about plans for "ethnic cleansing"?
Isn't this what it felt like when we saw and heard before our very eye orbs and ears the "ethnic cleansing", slaughter, rape, and concentration camps during the Wars of The 1990's in Europe? YES! Because I remember!
The country's in Africa, going through "their", "Ethnic Cleansing"...
...NOW! This is happening NOW!
Does it really require a News announcement from the BBC, claiming that "ethnic cleansing is occurring is Syria"?
Great One, if so, then please, Creator Of All, strike down the inhumane monsters attempting to destroy Syria.
Enough said.
While viewing the ABC News this evening, I heard words I feared would be spoken sooner than later. Now, it has been made so - I've heard with my Right-Good-Bad-Ear that "Ethnic Cleansing" is taking place in Syria. A wonderful and modern country with beautiful people. People's with many different eye colours and many shades of skin pigmentation. Mr. Assad, is getting away with the extermination of his own Country Peoples.
I mean, did we as fellow Human Spirit's really have to wait until 10 June 2012 to have some political hot shot proclaim that this was taking place?
I was viewing and listening to this, months ago. I have known this far too long and am beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with what our U.N., Russia and China are permitting.
Is this the way it felt to the citizenry when nazi's were going about plans for "ethnic cleansing"?
Isn't this what it felt like when we saw and heard before our very eye orbs and ears the "ethnic cleansing", slaughter, rape, and concentration camps during the Wars of The 1990's in Europe? YES! Because I remember!
The country's in Africa, going through "their", "Ethnic Cleansing"...
...NOW! This is happening NOW!
Does it really require a News announcement from the BBC, claiming that "ethnic cleansing is occurring is Syria"?
Great One, if so, then please, Creator Of All, strike down the inhumane monsters attempting to destroy Syria.
Enough said.
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, A Brief Message
He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I met on this past Friday, 08 June 2012. It was our first gathering post-surgery. Our face to face went well and yet I am just a little this side of uncertainty when it comes to something Doc., has said a couple or three times. Doc., you have made the side of my head look cool again! There isn't any more lumps or bumps, Doc.! I am so happy I am unsure how to share this with you. Yes, my memory serves me too well, yes, I remember the infection's and lumps there and near site of implant and I know you saw it and how this did trouble you. This, the site of latest surgery is with out thump sized lumps hanging down upon my abutment...
...DOC! He-Who-Touched-My-Brian! I love what YOU and YOUR hands have done for me and this mighty thick and hard skull of mine. My Good-God, Doc. The wound has not bled - it has passed fluids, but no blood. The pain is waining and I miss the baseball cup on my head. Doc., even the scar is cute! What ever it was you did one week ago was totally awesome! And, there is just no way to compare them to previous operations and or snip-it's-in-the-clinic. What "WE" have here is a piece of art work Doc. Really!
Oh, my Doctor, there is one little something I would love to follow up with you in a year or two, like, maybe to re-visit the BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, abutment piece. I mean, Doc., I can see it straight away in the mirror, looks like I have an antenna. Whew, I'm liking it though. No, Doc., I have not tried on the BAHA yet. I just don't want to take any chances prior to having the processor reprogrammed. Please, He-Who-Touch-My-Brain. I know you do not look at me as just another problem child, but Doc., I sure do...
...I mean, Sir., it's like this, I thank you by mouth and it seems like not enough. I feel as if my gratitude is inadequate. I share thanks with Great Spirit. I am the Blessed One to have have had our Paths cross. I know this. We have fought this Meniere's as a Class A Team. You, your staff and I. You have taken my life into your hands on many occasions. You are the only human to ever touch my brain. The trust, respect and love is real.
Don't know if I have ever shared this with you Doc., but I have prayed for your hands. I pray for your health and well being. The same for your Family at home and your family here in the "clinic". It is God who intended for us to meet. I am thankful. My Heart is full.
Young Doctor, I love you. It's that simple and sums up all of another page or two here.
Be well and do take care. I will see you on 12 June, at 1400.
...DOC! He-Who-Touched-My-Brian! I love what YOU and YOUR hands have done for me and this mighty thick and hard skull of mine. My Good-God, Doc. The wound has not bled - it has passed fluids, but no blood. The pain is waining and I miss the baseball cup on my head. Doc., even the scar is cute! What ever it was you did one week ago was totally awesome! And, there is just no way to compare them to previous operations and or snip-it's-in-the-clinic. What "WE" have here is a piece of art work Doc. Really!
Oh, my Doctor, there is one little something I would love to follow up with you in a year or two, like, maybe to re-visit the BAHA, Bone Anchored Hearing Aid, abutment piece. I mean, Doc., I can see it straight away in the mirror, looks like I have an antenna. Whew, I'm liking it though. No, Doc., I have not tried on the BAHA yet. I just don't want to take any chances prior to having the processor reprogrammed. Please, He-Who-Touch-My-Brain. I know you do not look at me as just another problem child, but Doc., I sure do...
...I mean, Sir., it's like this, I thank you by mouth and it seems like not enough. I feel as if my gratitude is inadequate. I share thanks with Great Spirit. I am the Blessed One to have have had our Paths cross. I know this. We have fought this Meniere's as a Class A Team. You, your staff and I. You have taken my life into your hands on many occasions. You are the only human to ever touch my brain. The trust, respect and love is real.
Don't know if I have ever shared this with you Doc., but I have prayed for your hands. I pray for your health and well being. The same for your Family at home and your family here in the "clinic". It is God who intended for us to meet. I am thankful. My Heart is full.
Young Doctor, I love you. It's that simple and sums up all of another page or two here.
Be well and do take care. I will see you on 12 June, at 1400.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Thirty Six Pounds
Dearest Relations,
Yes, I did bring this subject up in brief on the previous communique, so I thought I would bring the subject up on an entry of its own. So here I go...
...wait! I am listening to the Bomb Raid Alarms of my childhood!. Those Cold War propaganda movies and talk that struck fear in all of our children. Including this child. Good-goodness it's so damned loud. If I was a child I would be running for cover in a closet or under a desk. I don't know why I am going through these changes right now. I mean, good God, Bomb Raid Alarms?! WTF, will I hear in my deaf ear again is well beyond me. And that's a fact.
(The Wound hurts me something awful bad).
I am pleased to report that I have lost thirty six pounds since late March. March 26th that is. 2012.That was the day of surgery prior to the one that just took place on this past Monday, 04 June 2012. I'll visit and have talk with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain tomorrow morning.
Back to the weight piece...
...yes, I have lost thirty six pounds from this body and frame of mine. My weight did spike just for a day or two due to hospital stay, but all appears good to go with the continuation of losing fat and weight that is fat. I am wanting to lose at least thirty more pounds, then I'll discuss this with Kin and my alter''s. It's simple like that, ya know?
I will eventually share my starting weight. I'm just a bit too embarrassed to share that yet.
Alright then, I'll take a symbolic trip to the super market and release these pounds along the isles from whence they came...
#1, One, five pound bag of rice.
#2. One, ten pound sack of potatoes.
#3. One, ten pound bag flour.
#4. One, ten pound turkey.
#5. One, one pound tub of butter...
..."or", now that I think about it, "thirty six", one pound boxes of butter sticks...
..."or", one whole turkey. I've seen them because Dad would buy us one for Thanksgiving. Sometimes for Christmas too...
...imagine a thirty six pound of turkey, just up and leaving your body.
Honey, please.
Yes, I did bring this subject up in brief on the previous communique, so I thought I would bring the subject up on an entry of its own. So here I go...
...wait! I am listening to the Bomb Raid Alarms of my childhood!. Those Cold War propaganda movies and talk that struck fear in all of our children. Including this child. Good-goodness it's so damned loud. If I was a child I would be running for cover in a closet or under a desk. I don't know why I am going through these changes right now. I mean, good God, Bomb Raid Alarms?! WTF, will I hear in my deaf ear again is well beyond me. And that's a fact.
(The Wound hurts me something awful bad).
I am pleased to report that I have lost thirty six pounds since late March. March 26th that is. 2012.That was the day of surgery prior to the one that just took place on this past Monday, 04 June 2012. I'll visit and have talk with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain tomorrow morning.
Back to the weight piece...
...yes, I have lost thirty six pounds from this body and frame of mine. My weight did spike just for a day or two due to hospital stay, but all appears good to go with the continuation of losing fat and weight that is fat. I am wanting to lose at least thirty more pounds, then I'll discuss this with Kin and my alter''s. It's simple like that, ya know?
I will eventually share my starting weight. I'm just a bit too embarrassed to share that yet.
Alright then, I'll take a symbolic trip to the super market and release these pounds along the isles from whence they came...
#1, One, five pound bag of rice.
#2. One, ten pound sack of potatoes.
#3. One, ten pound bag flour.
#4. One, ten pound turkey.
#5. One, one pound tub of butter...
..."or", now that I think about it, "thirty six", one pound boxes of butter sticks...
..."or", one whole turkey. I've seen them because Dad would buy us one for Thanksgiving. Sometimes for Christmas too...
...imagine a thirty six pound of turkey, just up and leaving your body.
Honey, please.
Meniere's, Two Days Past Discharge
Greetings To All Relations!
I have missed not being able to share the experience's that come my way daily. To communicate as one with bi-lateral Meniere's Disease might share and say...
...there have been times when I ease in and out of depressions and comprehend what is going on - only once it has begun. Kind-of-sort-of, no, alot like the very Meniere's Attacks that are a part of the living me.
Thank you to She-Who-Walks-With-The-Cherokee, for bringing me back down to Mars with that most excellent telephone call, connection and assistance with the disengage. Felt as if I had a twenty five minute connection with He-Who-Knows-My-Brain. Nice.
Nice weird. A happy nice weird connection. Like connected. Nice connected. Not weired.
I just wanted to share a bit about today's state of Meniere's and the loss of weight from my body and it's frame...
I am very and uncomfortably nauseated at this moment - as I have been off and on all this morning.
The perspiration is a cap atop my skull. My chest and back are wet from the perspiration and sweats. The collar of my t-shirt is wet and will require a change directly. So, I sit here at one of my secret safe places in the air conditioned comfort of The Lodge. Am aware of energy conservation, so I comfortably sacrifice during the day so She-Who-Walks-Tall, can rest and slumber in a cool and easy way.
I love She-Who-Walks-Tall so very too much! That's the way I intended to say that. She found me and She has been here by my side through the ugly and through the beautiful. As She, is.
Noises and sounds are loud and obnoxious at this very moment. An 18 wheeler just passed through my back yard three or four times. As in passing by my window, trucking and a rolling on. Didn't hear the crashes of the wooden fences or the horns blaring. There is a randomness in both ears. Beeps in my deaf left and the sounds of the Everglades after a grand storm roar in my right. Sometimes solo - sometimes as if in competition. Or in concert.
Yes, I am sweating.
The balance and coordination piece has been off by major percentages today. Same as the yesterday. It is necessary to use the walls and door frames as a crutch...
...and I hope and pray for a steadier tomorrow.
(Just heard a Woman cough in my special secret space). I am home alone.
The rains have returned. My yards, gardens, bushes and trees are being fed by my Great Spirit today. What Blessings! Squirrel is taking advantage of birds in shelter to come visit our sanctuary and have some seeds and corn that have fallen from the bird feeders. Blue Jay, Cardinal, Red Winged Black Birds, doves and others have had a good lunch. My feathered and fury Cousins are welcomed here always. As are Relations. Kinfolk. Kindred. We have often listened to Peacock but they have not yet visited. Soon I suspect, because I hear them move this way closer and closer.
The pains of surgery are twisted and dreadfully painful. Painful enough to wake me several times during the night. Some so painful all I could do was gasp. No, I did not take pain relief during the dark of night. I waited for mid-morning coffee and English muffin to take the pill.
It works out best this way. You see, I sometimes have night terror's.
I have tried hard to see and look at the site of the wound. The silicone disc is holding its place and I am able to see through the transparent silicone. I am happy to see that the lumps were surgically removed and the area for now appears to be flat, but I've been here before and am afraid of being disappointed again. Or have doctor be disappointed again. I don't know, I do not like what I see behind the silicone and am afraid for She-Who-Walks-Tall. I am able to see fresh blood and head matter that He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, attempted to scrape out between the flesh and my skull.
Note! I have not felt the movements of the Worms. Oh, that would be absolutely fantastic to be rid of them pain in the ass worms! Yes, Sir!
Relations, I am very happy to be home. I am so happy to be here in our Lodge, with our hounds, our wonderful neighbours, and our Sanctuary.I am so Blessed to have Great Spirit reside here with us.
I look forward to meeting with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain in the morning. Am so eager. I would like to have a plan in place that will get us to the next level. In wound care, and continuing to fight as a Team to do what we must with this Meniere's Disease.
Enough said.
Love, peace and more peace.........
I have missed not being able to share the experience's that come my way daily. To communicate as one with bi-lateral Meniere's Disease might share and say...
...there have been times when I ease in and out of depressions and comprehend what is going on - only once it has begun. Kind-of-sort-of, no, alot like the very Meniere's Attacks that are a part of the living me.
Thank you to She-Who-Walks-With-The-Cherokee, for bringing me back down to Mars with that most excellent telephone call, connection and assistance with the disengage. Felt as if I had a twenty five minute connection with He-Who-Knows-My-Brain. Nice.
Nice weird. A happy nice weird connection. Like connected. Nice connected. Not weired.
I just wanted to share a bit about today's state of Meniere's and the loss of weight from my body and it's frame...
I am very and uncomfortably nauseated at this moment - as I have been off and on all this morning.
The perspiration is a cap atop my skull. My chest and back are wet from the perspiration and sweats. The collar of my t-shirt is wet and will require a change directly. So, I sit here at one of my secret safe places in the air conditioned comfort of The Lodge. Am aware of energy conservation, so I comfortably sacrifice during the day so She-Who-Walks-Tall, can rest and slumber in a cool and easy way.
I love She-Who-Walks-Tall so very too much! That's the way I intended to say that. She found me and She has been here by my side through the ugly and through the beautiful. As She, is.
Noises and sounds are loud and obnoxious at this very moment. An 18 wheeler just passed through my back yard three or four times. As in passing by my window, trucking and a rolling on. Didn't hear the crashes of the wooden fences or the horns blaring. There is a randomness in both ears. Beeps in my deaf left and the sounds of the Everglades after a grand storm roar in my right. Sometimes solo - sometimes as if in competition. Or in concert.
Yes, I am sweating.
The balance and coordination piece has been off by major percentages today. Same as the yesterday. It is necessary to use the walls and door frames as a crutch...
...and I hope and pray for a steadier tomorrow.
(Just heard a Woman cough in my special secret space). I am home alone.
The rains have returned. My yards, gardens, bushes and trees are being fed by my Great Spirit today. What Blessings! Squirrel is taking advantage of birds in shelter to come visit our sanctuary and have some seeds and corn that have fallen from the bird feeders. Blue Jay, Cardinal, Red Winged Black Birds, doves and others have had a good lunch. My feathered and fury Cousins are welcomed here always. As are Relations. Kinfolk. Kindred. We have often listened to Peacock but they have not yet visited. Soon I suspect, because I hear them move this way closer and closer.
The pains of surgery are twisted and dreadfully painful. Painful enough to wake me several times during the night. Some so painful all I could do was gasp. No, I did not take pain relief during the dark of night. I waited for mid-morning coffee and English muffin to take the pill.
It works out best this way. You see, I sometimes have night terror's.
I have tried hard to see and look at the site of the wound. The silicone disc is holding its place and I am able to see through the transparent silicone. I am happy to see that the lumps were surgically removed and the area for now appears to be flat, but I've been here before and am afraid of being disappointed again. Or have doctor be disappointed again. I don't know, I do not like what I see behind the silicone and am afraid for She-Who-Walks-Tall. I am able to see fresh blood and head matter that He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, attempted to scrape out between the flesh and my skull.
Note! I have not felt the movements of the Worms. Oh, that would be absolutely fantastic to be rid of them pain in the ass worms! Yes, Sir!
Relations, I am very happy to be home. I am so happy to be here in our Lodge, with our hounds, our wonderful neighbours, and our Sanctuary.I am so Blessed to have Great Spirit reside here with us.
I look forward to meeting with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain in the morning. Am so eager. I would like to have a plan in place that will get us to the next level. In wound care, and continuing to fight as a Team to do what we must with this Meniere's Disease.
Enough said.
Love, peace and more peace.........
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The Meniere's, Surgery, And Hospital! Sacre` Bleu!
Salutations,
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations through out Earth Mother, I pass along peace , love and more peace. From my energy to yours, peace.
Am home from hospital and operation this just past Monday. Am glad and happy to be home. I was discharged on yesterday and was good until time for bed. Went unconscious. This morning 06 06 2012, brought me full cycle back home. This time in better shape than the operation in the latter part of March. I have an unclear view of the actual site of wound because of the oblong silicone disc and what looks like a fabric used to make cast for broken bones. Sure does look an awful lot like it that fabric material. The fifty dollar plastic disc has popped out and no longer works. So, I'll not replace it then.
I am horrified to think of how many thousands of dollars this operation and hospital stay has cost my family, my insurance company, and Brenda's insurance company. I do pray and am thankful to Great Spirit, for Blessing my bride and I with a rather good means of attacking illness and sickness. I pray to my One God, to please Bless my wife with good heart and good energy's. I pray for her health. I've met her Spirit's, so when they come for gatherings there are a few that I and mine do not associate with too much. No, really.
When I asked He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, post surgery to provide me with a play-by-play on the operation, he took it play by play. When I asked him if he gave it his best shot, my good and dear He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, almost with lowered head stated he gave it his best shot with last surgery. I explained that I knew he did. Damn it, touched my heart with his words.
Today, I have slept a major percentage of away. A deep and unnatural sleep. I know this has been the consequence's of not sleeping post operation. Did not sleep until late afternoon or early evening once home. Dusk it was, because She-Who-Walks-Tall, drew the blinds for me. Awoke this morning and remained awake for a few minutes then returned to bed and did not awake until 1700 this after noon.
I share, the Meniere's was and has surrounded me with it's disgusting ways - the all of it came with me to the finest hospital in the South. This hospital is known as Tampa General Hospital. I am Blessed to have my Good Doctor, practice, operate and have clinic here on this massive property that also is a University hospital. The University of South Florida, is on campus
I should start with these sounds and noises I have been listening to off and on for these past three days. That have woven the sounds along with, along side, or morphed into an all together sound and or noise of it's own. Oh, and please, know this is not induced by medications. It is a fact of Meniere's Disease. In some way, in some fashion, sound and or noises come from both ears simultaneously. What throws me off worst is hearing somebody speak into - "out of" my Deaf left era. Tonight this plays out alive and out loud! The loud beep-beeps of my Left Deaf ear inform me that some folks are being surveyed upon near Red Square. Looks as if it's KGB and Scotland Yard have their eyes and hands full with some mad Canadian running amok and Zombies from Miami gnawing on people's faces there near the Kremlin. Do you know it takes six hot as hell bullets to get this fool off the other. God Bless Us All!!
God Bless The Queen!
The hospital was active with Spirit's of the past. I left them all there. It's where they've been all these years, it's where they live. Bless their hearts and Souls.
The noises and sounds from my right have been roaring cicadas, crickets, locusts and frogs. These sounds that I have a connection with every one - now drives me mad! This is almost a never ending audio cassette to teach some folks who live in "The City", and not have a clue as to what some of these fellow earth creatures sound like classes. Bless their damned hearts. Hell, Bless my damned heart because I hear them twenty four hours a day. At some set volume or another.
Nausea has been omnipresent. Period! I had a stamp placed on my neck by a nurse to curb the nausea and dizziness. It worked money to the bank and barely was worth a damned. I am as nauseated at this moment as I was on any said moment while in hospital. It's a piece of luggage I tote on my back.
The balance has been very off center and has required assistance at times with the moving about. The need to walk along the wall way is of the greatest importance. I have had stumbles and trips, but I have not had any falls. Thank God.
STOP: There has been a long and loud beeeeeeeeeeeeep that has and is going on at this moment from my right ear. This is lasting past three minutes. Now four. I've got to go!
Okay. Come morning, it will be the seventh day of June. My Kid Sister Theresa's birthday! It is also one day before I see He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. When we'll have a face to face and see where we go from here...
...two days before my nephew and Lil' Buddy's birthday. My Tong-Tong! Great Spirit, knows the love I have in my heart for my Lil' Bud. I think Tong-Tong, knows too. As my health stands at this very minute, I will be at "his house" for his Birthday Party. I can't wait!
Pain has returned to my life head and skull with a vengeance and will grab hold of a part of my head at any uncertain spot and have me gasp as in a place where I could just about scream. As of this morning I am back on my daily medications. I have had some peculiar side affects form medications administered while in hospital.
I have plans for a face to face and a have a look and see and my new wound...
...which bleeds anew. The site of surgery, the site of the "wound" has been bleeding since the last operation in late March. Sounds like three months, don't it? More like two whole months with a non-stop leak of blood and fluids.
No, here we go again. Please!
Sacre` Bleu!
Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations through out Earth Mother, I pass along peace , love and more peace. From my energy to yours, peace.
Am home from hospital and operation this just past Monday. Am glad and happy to be home. I was discharged on yesterday and was good until time for bed. Went unconscious. This morning 06 06 2012, brought me full cycle back home. This time in better shape than the operation in the latter part of March. I have an unclear view of the actual site of wound because of the oblong silicone disc and what looks like a fabric used to make cast for broken bones. Sure does look an awful lot like it that fabric material. The fifty dollar plastic disc has popped out and no longer works. So, I'll not replace it then.
I am horrified to think of how many thousands of dollars this operation and hospital stay has cost my family, my insurance company, and Brenda's insurance company. I do pray and am thankful to Great Spirit, for Blessing my bride and I with a rather good means of attacking illness and sickness. I pray to my One God, to please Bless my wife with good heart and good energy's. I pray for her health. I've met her Spirit's, so when they come for gatherings there are a few that I and mine do not associate with too much. No, really.
When I asked He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, post surgery to provide me with a play-by-play on the operation, he took it play by play. When I asked him if he gave it his best shot, my good and dear He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, almost with lowered head stated he gave it his best shot with last surgery. I explained that I knew he did. Damn it, touched my heart with his words.
Today, I have slept a major percentage of away. A deep and unnatural sleep. I know this has been the consequence's of not sleeping post operation. Did not sleep until late afternoon or early evening once home. Dusk it was, because She-Who-Walks-Tall, drew the blinds for me. Awoke this morning and remained awake for a few minutes then returned to bed and did not awake until 1700 this after noon.
I share, the Meniere's was and has surrounded me with it's disgusting ways - the all of it came with me to the finest hospital in the South. This hospital is known as Tampa General Hospital. I am Blessed to have my Good Doctor, practice, operate and have clinic here on this massive property that also is a University hospital. The University of South Florida, is on campus
I should start with these sounds and noises I have been listening to off and on for these past three days. That have woven the sounds along with, along side, or morphed into an all together sound and or noise of it's own. Oh, and please, know this is not induced by medications. It is a fact of Meniere's Disease. In some way, in some fashion, sound and or noises come from both ears simultaneously. What throws me off worst is hearing somebody speak into - "out of" my Deaf left era. Tonight this plays out alive and out loud! The loud beep-beeps of my Left Deaf ear inform me that some folks are being surveyed upon near Red Square. Looks as if it's KGB and Scotland Yard have their eyes and hands full with some mad Canadian running amok and Zombies from Miami gnawing on people's faces there near the Kremlin. Do you know it takes six hot as hell bullets to get this fool off the other. God Bless Us All!!
God Bless The Queen!
The hospital was active with Spirit's of the past. I left them all there. It's where they've been all these years, it's where they live. Bless their hearts and Souls.
The noises and sounds from my right have been roaring cicadas, crickets, locusts and frogs. These sounds that I have a connection with every one - now drives me mad! This is almost a never ending audio cassette to teach some folks who live in "The City", and not have a clue as to what some of these fellow earth creatures sound like classes. Bless their damned hearts. Hell, Bless my damned heart because I hear them twenty four hours a day. At some set volume or another.
Nausea has been omnipresent. Period! I had a stamp placed on my neck by a nurse to curb the nausea and dizziness. It worked money to the bank and barely was worth a damned. I am as nauseated at this moment as I was on any said moment while in hospital. It's a piece of luggage I tote on my back.
The balance has been very off center and has required assistance at times with the moving about. The need to walk along the wall way is of the greatest importance. I have had stumbles and trips, but I have not had any falls. Thank God.
STOP: There has been a long and loud beeeeeeeeeeeeep that has and is going on at this moment from my right ear. This is lasting past three minutes. Now four. I've got to go!
Okay. Come morning, it will be the seventh day of June. My Kid Sister Theresa's birthday! It is also one day before I see He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. When we'll have a face to face and see where we go from here...
...two days before my nephew and Lil' Buddy's birthday. My Tong-Tong! Great Spirit, knows the love I have in my heart for my Lil' Bud. I think Tong-Tong, knows too. As my health stands at this very minute, I will be at "his house" for his Birthday Party. I can't wait!
Pain has returned to my life head and skull with a vengeance and will grab hold of a part of my head at any uncertain spot and have me gasp as in a place where I could just about scream. As of this morning I am back on my daily medications. I have had some peculiar side affects form medications administered while in hospital.
I have plans for a face to face and a have a look and see and my new wound...
...which bleeds anew. The site of surgery, the site of the "wound" has been bleeding since the last operation in late March. Sounds like three months, don't it? More like two whole months with a non-stop leak of blood and fluids.
No, here we go again. Please!
Sacre` Bleu!
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