I have prayed for many minutes because I could not gain a control of my breath. All I wanted to do was blog. When it comes to the technology, I always get all frustrated when stuff like that happens. I mean, I am a goof-ball when it comes to too much technology. I am here now, for me. and my Family and that's all that matters to me. Me being here in one of my safe places in our lodge. The early hours of morning have come about, I can hear the call of the Night Bird, every once in a bit. I am in our middle South Room, where I am able to access my Kin via computer. I would very much like a move to another spot, but I know that my dear Bride would go all scandal magazine on me. This simple old computer is my access to the World and our Mother Earth. To connect with all who are my Brothers and Sisters, my cousins, our Elders, by an actual connect via space - yes, this is old and I tip-tap, but I assure you all of this still blows my mind.
Since the 25 of February 2014, there was much turmoil in my life, a very stressful, bitter and sad time to be. Since I knew there was going to be a surgery on my cervical spine I thought okay lets go and I sure did think I had it all under control about the reality of some One, poking all about and into my cervical spine, my back bone. Was like, so no really. Oh Goodness. So I suppose because there has been some self appointed late fees to be paid by the emotional and self esteem budget's are operating in the red as it is. Then, since 27 March, I cut myself off from too much out here. I am well aware, Wanda, that I let myself go and get too deep into and inside my head which is protected by this exceptionally thick hard skull. I know this as fact because my surgeon informed me so. I feel myself melting inside. I am Human. I am a Warrior and a Survivor, yes. There is so much going on in my life at this time that I must gather strategy's for my time on Earth Mother by maintaining a calendar for appointment control. Oh, yes, sometimes it gets hectic, but I am here. and my appointments are important to me. And personal too.
My Warrior Grand Father's, who have fought for our country, generation after generation. Including my Dad as a Navy Boy! Oh how I so wish and how bad is it that I need to listen to my Dad speak about being positive and not giving up. Dad, tell me to work hard! Tell me Dad, to take care of myself, and take care of my business.
Before Meniere's Disease invaded my being, I was operating Million Dollar Starbucks Coffee Company stores, and I had a Team with me that was a Dream Team of Starbucks Partners. What a bond, friendships for life, and while with each other observe our lives with each others ears. We were a damned good Team. I feel the companies and doctors and businesses I am with now, are My Dream Team. My Professors, the many Doctors, Specialists, Nurses, Lab Techs and scientists, the front office staff and every member who works with any particular clinic have carried me here. Sir Dude, my therapist has helped me like a Boss, helping me fight the fights raging within.
My lungs have become problematic, so I do as my right good doctor say do. He's my doctor, I don't want to fight to breath, I want to breath with ease. I love life! I want to feel good and be happy! Yes!
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