Am home from procedure at Doctor He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I have not seen it, the wound site yet and am not in the mood to do so at this moment. Maybe later. I've been a wee bit unsteady this week and have my left imagination to speculate for me the appearance of freshly snipped human flesh. Freshly cut flesh. Yummy. I will be placing an ointment on the site two times daily for two weeks, then we have a face to face. Doctor is optimistic about the out come. Me too...
...but I've sat here before, you see. Truly and perhaps not wearing these particular pair of moccasin's, them others were a different pair. The ones I am wearing now are my favorite pair ever and are fitting me well. I feel good with my steps and have a purpose and I am strong with the trust and faith that what He-Who-Touched-My-Brain and I are doing. What it is that we are accomplishing as a Team. As far as I m concerned, this has been just another step in the direction of dealing with this Meniere's my face to the disease. Not the Meniere's looking at my face.
Having this procedure today was the correct thing to do. Seen. Soon I'll be able to wear my BAHA, the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid without any flesh in the way of the processor. I am okay with this. I have absolutely no doubt that this was the right thing to do.
Blessed to have such a Team there at He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's clinic, The Tampa Bay Hearing And Balance Center. Blessed indeed. I love and sense a connection with every person involved with my care there. Even them who are not associated with my care are caring, respectful and always so family like. As if we're all Kinfolk. Yes, I like that.
Was able to spend time with the in-laws today as it was them who took me to Tampa General Hospital. I enjoyed the conversation and enjoyed them playing the verbal tennis. Fun stuff, I say listening to the two go back and forth. Bless their hearts.
The cut is beginning to act up, so or now, I'll call a time to call a time out. Peace.
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