I will be off to see Sir Dude, my therapist within the next few minutes, so I'll be keeping this brief.
After having remained awake for just shy of forty hours I layed my bobble head down on my Scoobie Doo pillow about 2200 last night, well past dusk as I had originally planed, but once I laid down it was but a matter of minutes. My PM medications I'm sure were an added aid in the battle against the Monster's of Awake Island...
...anyways. Here I sit all dressed up in a nice pair of faded blue denims awaiting the "Little Bus", as my nephew Tong Tong, calls it. The Lil' Dude, really does touch my Soul sometimes. His so bluntly honest and his unconditional love for his Tio, who just may be his Fairy God Father, is awesome. Who knows? It is a fantastic thing to know that every time he see's one of these short/little blue buses, he thinks of his Uncle. That is Tio in English.
My visit to see Sir Dude is a timely one. This past week has been a tough few days for sure. No, I didn't think that I was close to crisis, but knew damned well and good that this appointment was one I would be keeping.
I have learned to become a bit more independent with respect to transportation by using this fabulous HARTplus plan that is provided by our county Mass Transit System. It is a huge mega blessing that has freed me from having to depend on kinfolk that just weren't taking my appointments as seriously as I. The issue's resolved with the transport, not so with Kinfolk...
...but then, I reckon that's part of life. I suspect we all have members of our Clan that must maintain two faces. I feel badly for them. That's too much hard work - I have enough work with one one face, my bobble head and three ears. True?
Until the next time.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
It's Amazing
It's amazing just how many Path's have been reunited with My Path in these past three or four weeks. I believe that the Great Mystery has intended for these reunion's to be initiated. For this to even happen required Holy Intervention. This is something far beyond anything I would have imagined or even thought possible. Just about that not too damned long ago...
...it is amazing to see and experience within my energies a lightening of something that must have been mighty heavy. Something wild and mystic has been passing my Spirit's by and I thought I better fetch some of these wonderful Kinfolk and Kindred from a different time and the distance of time. Thirty, thirty something, forty or so years ago, these Folk's were a part of my life and a piece of what was pumping in my blood during that 'era' in my life and Path. These words echo to my childhood. I mean, to the early years of childhood. A very dear and good best friend and I spoke today for what must have been the first time in twenty-something-years...
...there has been my reunions with two very close brotherhood, school and best of friendship dear friends. The sleep overs and dinners and trips to the beach.
It is amazing that not too much longer than an hour and one half ago, I was on the telephone with my very own 'Earth Angel' and her hubby, my buddy, my Hero. I also spoke with an awesome and very dear friend who blasted in from New York City in the early 1970's. His brother in tow. My God, how could such an extraordinary family from New York City, with two teenage Yankee Feller's ever become two of my brother's. And their Aunt Carmen, became my Aunt Carmen. Their Abuela, became my Abuela. Thin as a rail she was, yet so strong, beautiful and full of an energy. I wish I had taken more advantage of her teaching's. I so vividly remember this one time as a pre-teen, working in a fine dining establishment here in Tampa, I got so totally trashed with Orange Juice and Vodka that I forgot who I was. I was twelve. We listened to Herbie Hancock's Water melon man, outside of the restuarant. My dearest Mom and Aunt Carmen, showered me and put me to rest their on the sofa. Safe at Aunt Carmen's and away from my Dad. Ha!
A few weeks ago my Path crossed paths with One who I served with in the Military. She is one who I would have taken a bullet for back then, although I am uncertain as to whether she really knew that. Oh, the memories that I have tucked away! The autobahn with the Island-Man driving 85 KPH. Though these memories are of years ago, some are so fresh it is as if they happened just a few years ago.
There is one who wore the blue shirt and worked with me in the Big Blue Box. One-Who-Has-A-Cowboy-Name. I love him! The Kid is so cool.
My young Cousin shooting me an e-mail with 'enough of the cowboy's already'. He who was once my Little Buddy is now a Peace Officer. A Daddy too. I am so damned proud of him and his wife, the Southern version of The Bionic Woman. With a body to go with that title too. Yes. Just yes.
Spoke with both 'Baby Sister's' today too! I am so stoked! And Blessed. Thank You, Great Spirit!
...it is amazing to see and experience within my energies a lightening of something that must have been mighty heavy. Something wild and mystic has been passing my Spirit's by and I thought I better fetch some of these wonderful Kinfolk and Kindred from a different time and the distance of time. Thirty, thirty something, forty or so years ago, these Folk's were a part of my life and a piece of what was pumping in my blood during that 'era' in my life and Path. These words echo to my childhood. I mean, to the early years of childhood. A very dear and good best friend and I spoke today for what must have been the first time in twenty-something-years...
...there has been my reunions with two very close brotherhood, school and best of friendship dear friends. The sleep overs and dinners and trips to the beach.
It is amazing that not too much longer than an hour and one half ago, I was on the telephone with my very own 'Earth Angel' and her hubby, my buddy, my Hero. I also spoke with an awesome and very dear friend who blasted in from New York City in the early 1970's. His brother in tow. My God, how could such an extraordinary family from New York City, with two teenage Yankee Feller's ever become two of my brother's. And their Aunt Carmen, became my Aunt Carmen. Their Abuela, became my Abuela. Thin as a rail she was, yet so strong, beautiful and full of an energy. I wish I had taken more advantage of her teaching's. I so vividly remember this one time as a pre-teen, working in a fine dining establishment here in Tampa, I got so totally trashed with Orange Juice and Vodka that I forgot who I was. I was twelve. We listened to Herbie Hancock's Water melon man, outside of the restuarant. My dearest Mom and Aunt Carmen, showered me and put me to rest their on the sofa. Safe at Aunt Carmen's and away from my Dad. Ha!
A few weeks ago my Path crossed paths with One who I served with in the Military. She is one who I would have taken a bullet for back then, although I am uncertain as to whether she really knew that. Oh, the memories that I have tucked away! The autobahn with the Island-Man driving 85 KPH. Though these memories are of years ago, some are so fresh it is as if they happened just a few years ago.
There is one who wore the blue shirt and worked with me in the Big Blue Box. One-Who-Has-A-Cowboy-Name. I love him! The Kid is so cool.
My young Cousin shooting me an e-mail with 'enough of the cowboy's already'. He who was once my Little Buddy is now a Peace Officer. A Daddy too. I am so damned proud of him and his wife, the Southern version of The Bionic Woman. With a body to go with that title too. Yes. Just yes.
Spoke with both 'Baby Sister's' today too! I am so stoked! And Blessed. Thank You, Great Spirit!
This May Not Sound Right
Sometimes, I swear, the sounds within this skull of mine has me wish for silence. Then...
...sometimes, I swear, this roaring silence between my ears has me wishing to hear.
This does not matter should I wear the BAHA, the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid or not. For that matter, the processor simply enhances the noises in the environment I am in and listening to when this processor is attached to the abutment and implant on the left side of my skull.
The Sounds of The Amazon are alive and well in my Deaf Left Ear. The critters and creatures of the swamp - frogs, crickets, alligator and cicadas are seemingly out and about between these ears and I am unable to describe just how loud this is coming through...
...at this moment it is the right Hard of Hearing ear that is having the Morse Code come through loud and clear. There has been a mishap of sorts in Paris. Interpol, the agency releasing this information, reports that the M15 and the KGB have exchanged gun fire. The message is loud and at quick pace. The CIA is attempting to intercept any and all calls pertaining to this message. It sounds as if someone from Scotland Yard has been shot.
It's beyond hectic in my head and I have not yet gone to sleep for the night. It is 1107 and I plan on fighting the sleep. At least until I am able to settle down and rest peacefully. I am not sure how long this process will be today, but I plan on doing my absolute best to remain awake until dusk. Right at this moment, I am able to shrug of the need or desire to sleep - I'm just not able to avoid these damned sounds and noises. I really do swear, that I am unable to describe hearing and listening to all of this racket from with-in a Deaf ear. It just doesn't make any sense at all. Nope, none.
There are times when all I want is some quiet. Some tranquility as I listen to silence.
...sometimes, I swear, this roaring silence between my ears has me wishing to hear.
This does not matter should I wear the BAHA, the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid or not. For that matter, the processor simply enhances the noises in the environment I am in and listening to when this processor is attached to the abutment and implant on the left side of my skull.
The Sounds of The Amazon are alive and well in my Deaf Left Ear. The critters and creatures of the swamp - frogs, crickets, alligator and cicadas are seemingly out and about between these ears and I am unable to describe just how loud this is coming through...
...at this moment it is the right Hard of Hearing ear that is having the Morse Code come through loud and clear. There has been a mishap of sorts in Paris. Interpol, the agency releasing this information, reports that the M15 and the KGB have exchanged gun fire. The message is loud and at quick pace. The CIA is attempting to intercept any and all calls pertaining to this message. It sounds as if someone from Scotland Yard has been shot.
It's beyond hectic in my head and I have not yet gone to sleep for the night. It is 1107 and I plan on fighting the sleep. At least until I am able to settle down and rest peacefully. I am not sure how long this process will be today, but I plan on doing my absolute best to remain awake until dusk. Right at this moment, I am able to shrug of the need or desire to sleep - I'm just not able to avoid these damned sounds and noises. I really do swear, that I am unable to describe hearing and listening to all of this racket from with-in a Deaf ear. It just doesn't make any sense at all. Nope, none.
There are times when all I want is some quiet. Some tranquility as I listen to silence.
A Bit On The Batteries That Run My BAHA, The Bone Anchored Hearing Aid
There are certain things that come along with wearing a Cochlear Bone Anchored Solution, which in my case is also known as the BAHA, the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid that are huge benefits to them who wear this type of Cochlear Implant consistently. I do lean towards the BAHA, because this is the one that Is attached to the left side of my skull. Clear as bright day light, this little one inch by one half inch appliance is one best used often. The more one wears the processor, the more of a benefit it becomes...
...it's sort of like my Schwinn tricycle in the garage, if I don't keep those tire inflated, I know that I will not hop on and give it some practice time. It is my belief the same holds true with the BAHA.
If I do not have a quality battery operating the processor, the processor provides an inadequate product. Meaning, I am unable to hear, listen or enjoy what has been implanted onto my head for what will be the remainder of my life. I will have to provide the SIEMENS S13 another try sometime. As for now, I am very satisfied with a 13A that was provided to me by one of my audiologist at the Center. Or as He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, likes to say, "The Clinic".
Both batteries are manufactured in Germany, both are Zinc Air and one is 1.4V, the one provided by the clinic and the S13 is a 1.45V. In this case, more did not equal more or a better product. And, there are four less batteries in the SIEMENS package as well. Easy decision for me, en'it?
I have been associated with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, for just about five years and I have learned to respect, love and admire him as my Specialist, all of the Audiologist and his entire staff at the place where it all began. I have never provided his name and will with hold as long as necessary, but I so much wish to share him with the world. As it is, He is in fact World Renown.
I am Blessed. Jah, know! I know this too! All Graces, all Blessings and Thanks go to One God!
...it's sort of like my Schwinn tricycle in the garage, if I don't keep those tire inflated, I know that I will not hop on and give it some practice time. It is my belief the same holds true with the BAHA.
If I do not have a quality battery operating the processor, the processor provides an inadequate product. Meaning, I am unable to hear, listen or enjoy what has been implanted onto my head for what will be the remainder of my life. I will have to provide the SIEMENS S13 another try sometime. As for now, I am very satisfied with a 13A that was provided to me by one of my audiologist at the Center. Or as He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, likes to say, "The Clinic".
Both batteries are manufactured in Germany, both are Zinc Air and one is 1.4V, the one provided by the clinic and the S13 is a 1.45V. In this case, more did not equal more or a better product. And, there are four less batteries in the SIEMENS package as well. Easy decision for me, en'it?
I have been associated with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, for just about five years and I have learned to respect, love and admire him as my Specialist, all of the Audiologist and his entire staff at the place where it all began. I have never provided his name and will with hold as long as necessary, but I so much wish to share him with the world. As it is, He is in fact World Renown.
I am Blessed. Jah, know! I know this too! All Graces, all Blessings and Thanks go to One God!
Monday, October 8, 2012
This Just Happened - Some One Attempted To Break In
NOTE: This incident happened at 0130.
I am here in my Safe Place which houses our Eldest Daughter's Bed Room and our unofficial office. It was in here then, at 0130 that I heard and listened to some body messing with the window screen. The fool was having difficulty with the window screen because we have taken precautions with same screens on all of our Seven Window's. The name of our lodge...
...I listened for a spell because I be damned if someone was at my window creating ruckus at 0130 in the damned wee hours of the morning. When I listened and knew damned good and well that what I heard was for real and happened again. That's when I struck the blinds and window with a good bash. Twice! Not hard enough to shatter, but hard enough to scare the shit out of whoever or whatever was out there.
Only Great Spirit knows. That's alright with me and thank you Great One for protecting our Sanctuary and the homes of our neighbours. BECAUSE, Hun, I got my bell from Tibet and took it out front and rang it good and loud and clear. When I tired of that I grabbed my horn whistle and tooted the hell out of that. Oh yes, I also had a spot light out there too.
After all the ringing of the bell and the whistle sounding as if we had official NFL referees out there. I knew all was clear. Smirch please, I like really carried on too. Searched the front, checked all autos at neighbours and along and down the cul-de-sac...
...who ever or what ever, it may have been E.T., I don't know, all I do know is there was no trace, other than the wet marks on the window sill. Baby, somebody really had me confused with some one else. Because I was not having this drama and yes, I called the Sheriff too. Yes, I did! Huh?
I am here in my Safe Place which houses our Eldest Daughter's Bed Room and our unofficial office. It was in here then, at 0130 that I heard and listened to some body messing with the window screen. The fool was having difficulty with the window screen because we have taken precautions with same screens on all of our Seven Window's. The name of our lodge...
...I listened for a spell because I be damned if someone was at my window creating ruckus at 0130 in the damned wee hours of the morning. When I listened and knew damned good and well that what I heard was for real and happened again. That's when I struck the blinds and window with a good bash. Twice! Not hard enough to shatter, but hard enough to scare the shit out of whoever or whatever was out there.
Only Great Spirit knows. That's alright with me and thank you Great One for protecting our Sanctuary and the homes of our neighbours. BECAUSE, Hun, I got my bell from Tibet and took it out front and rang it good and loud and clear. When I tired of that I grabbed my horn whistle and tooted the hell out of that. Oh yes, I also had a spot light out there too.
After all the ringing of the bell and the whistle sounding as if we had official NFL referees out there. I knew all was clear. Smirch please, I like really carried on too. Searched the front, checked all autos at neighbours and along and down the cul-de-sac...
...who ever or what ever, it may have been E.T., I don't know, all I do know is there was no trace, other than the wet marks on the window sill. Baby, somebody really had me confused with some one else. Because I was not having this drama and yes, I called the Sheriff too. Yes, I did! Huh?
Along With This Loss Of Weight
Wanted to share that with this loss of weight, my face is beginning to shape shift before my eye orbs. Yes, it is I tip-tapping here, but I am beginning to look as if there's apparent change of season upon me. Even my glasses look and feel odd on my face from this loss of weight.
I have noticed that the scar immediately below my belly button has gone smaller on me. It's still there true, cute too, but it sure does look like a different smile to me. It's not quite as wide a smile as before the loss of weight. Sir, I was actually quite serious when I spoke of having eyes tattooed onto my stomach straight over the 'innie belly button'. It sure sounded like a cute idea a couple or so years ago. But, I've changed my mind, yes, I really think I have adjusted that picture right there. Heck, even my belly button is looking smaller. So yes, when there has been this much change in a person's body and weight, even a large belly button adjusts to size. I've seen it. Seen.
There is the start of what I am presently calling a 'pooch' - no, not a pouch, but a pooch of excess skin collecting about my tummy and waist. Oh, good-goodness, I hope this doesn't grow any more complicated. I can't do lipo because the insurance company won't cover it. I'm not looking like a sack of skin, but if I should discontinue the use of exercise to go along with weight loss that is my destiny. And hell no, I don't want to look like that. A sack of skin? I can pinch skin from around this once exceptionally large waist. A nice little pinch between thumb and fore finger. Not a grab hand full, you see, it's a cute little pinch.
My bobble head is becoming easier to deal with as I have maintained a good approach and ego about myself and energies. Am finding a balance. The scars on the left side of my skull and scalp look larger and brighter in colour. Like, Hello Kitty Pink. No. Really. The implant and abutment look larger than life and the satellite disc looks so much larger. I'm cool with that.
It is with these subjects that I find the enjoyment of the little things. This loss of weight process started back in March. Here it is October, and I've kept on truckin'. I'll keep on truckin' then.
I have noticed that the scar immediately below my belly button has gone smaller on me. It's still there true, cute too, but it sure does look like a different smile to me. It's not quite as wide a smile as before the loss of weight. Sir, I was actually quite serious when I spoke of having eyes tattooed onto my stomach straight over the 'innie belly button'. It sure sounded like a cute idea a couple or so years ago. But, I've changed my mind, yes, I really think I have adjusted that picture right there. Heck, even my belly button is looking smaller. So yes, when there has been this much change in a person's body and weight, even a large belly button adjusts to size. I've seen it. Seen.
There is the start of what I am presently calling a 'pooch' - no, not a pouch, but a pooch of excess skin collecting about my tummy and waist. Oh, good-goodness, I hope this doesn't grow any more complicated. I can't do lipo because the insurance company won't cover it. I'm not looking like a sack of skin, but if I should discontinue the use of exercise to go along with weight loss that is my destiny. And hell no, I don't want to look like that. A sack of skin? I can pinch skin from around this once exceptionally large waist. A nice little pinch between thumb and fore finger. Not a grab hand full, you see, it's a cute little pinch.
My bobble head is becoming easier to deal with as I have maintained a good approach and ego about myself and energies. Am finding a balance. The scars on the left side of my skull and scalp look larger and brighter in colour. Like, Hello Kitty Pink. No. Really. The implant and abutment look larger than life and the satellite disc looks so much larger. I'm cool with that.
It is with these subjects that I find the enjoyment of the little things. This loss of weight process started back in March. Here it is October, and I've kept on truckin'. I'll keep on truckin' then.
Tupac - Life Goes On
This is dedicated to all Relations...
...to them who crossed before me, those in my Life today and to them I have yet to meet.
Life must go on. As Warriors and Survivors of All the Abuses, We must insure that Life Goes On. I feel this in my Spirit's today and felt an urgency to share it. That's all.
Live Life.
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