Relations,
I submitted my application to the Florida Department Of Education, on 31 October 2012 which was Wednesday last week. By this Saturday past, the third of November, I had received a letter with words from the Division of Vocational Rehabilitation. These kind Folks are very pleased to see I have shown an interest, the department looks forward to working with me and introduced me to my VR Counselor.
The appointment comes the afternoon of 28 November 2012, which happens to fall on a Wednesday. Folks, I mean to say that I have enough Home Work to occupy some time between today and the latter part of November. It appears to me that I am applying for re-entry into the Military. Special Forces. No, really.
There is something magical with their response. The time? I don't mean to over emphasize it, but Good-Goodness, that turn around time was very quick in fact. As a customer, I am already impressed and satisfied.
I hope and pray that there won't be issues with me requesting an American Sign language assignment. In my ear's, this makes the most incredible business move for me as well as a deeply personnel one and matter. I'll be working on it between now and then, but Kin, I've got to let go and let God. I ask you send a little peace vibe this way, please?
I have not meant to impress anybody with this venture I am about to embark upon. This is something that is rational, responsible and right. Please don't get me wrong, I love to receive 'at-t-boy's', but this business stuff on My Path is getting urgent. And it all falls right into my Better Health, Min Body and Spirit's.
Love, peace and more peace...
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
A Bus To Sir Dude And My Apologies
Relations,
I wish to apologize for the lack of penmanship over the past few days. I have slept much of it away, I am sad to say. The sleep lingers and awaits my return. To the best of my ability not this today. Looking back, it seems as if I have been asleep since Friday evening, though I have not. There are times when the sleep grips me by the neck and drags me to my quarters. My Safe Place.
In a brief period of time I shall be sitting in one of my uncommon safe places away from my lodge. My Home. There's never enough safe places and unfortunately for me these are too few. This other safe place I speak of is Sir Dude's office. I'll bring along a file I have created, A Better Health Plan, Mind, Body and Spirit's. A little something I have been tasking on for a little spell. I am looking forward to sitting with Sir Dude for a while. Get some of this purged from within...
...not really in need of an enema today, nor am I wishing to engage in any Mental Fencing. I say that I am prepared for the what-ever's might come up during this purge. If an enema of the brain is what I experience, well then, I'll be fine with it. Just as I would be okay with a bit of fencing, not particularly what I have in mind for this mornings visit with my therapist, Sir Dude, but I take to a good mental bout like a magnet to an Ice Box...
...may not want to stick, but I'll take a brilliant stab at it and have my words stick.
Speaking about words sticking, I've noticed that some Folks react to my forthrightness's with doctor's, therapists, nurses et al, with a slight surprise. Please, if I have something to say, well then, I've got something I'm going to say. With the words and vocabulary I decide. I do not need any Folks asking me to settle down and watch what I say. Bullshit - plain Buffalo Bullshit. Even God, knows how for most of my entire life I have kept my mouth shut. Kept my thoughts and words to myself. I'm a grown ass man these days. If I've got something to say, I'll say it. Like this, please do accept my apology for not sending out a communique earlier. Sincerely.
I wish to apologize for the lack of penmanship over the past few days. I have slept much of it away, I am sad to say. The sleep lingers and awaits my return. To the best of my ability not this today. Looking back, it seems as if I have been asleep since Friday evening, though I have not. There are times when the sleep grips me by the neck and drags me to my quarters. My Safe Place.
In a brief period of time I shall be sitting in one of my uncommon safe places away from my lodge. My Home. There's never enough safe places and unfortunately for me these are too few. This other safe place I speak of is Sir Dude's office. I'll bring along a file I have created, A Better Health Plan, Mind, Body and Spirit's. A little something I have been tasking on for a little spell. I am looking forward to sitting with Sir Dude for a while. Get some of this purged from within...
...not really in need of an enema today, nor am I wishing to engage in any Mental Fencing. I say that I am prepared for the what-ever's might come up during this purge. If an enema of the brain is what I experience, well then, I'll be fine with it. Just as I would be okay with a bit of fencing, not particularly what I have in mind for this mornings visit with my therapist, Sir Dude, but I take to a good mental bout like a magnet to an Ice Box...
...may not want to stick, but I'll take a brilliant stab at it and have my words stick.
Speaking about words sticking, I've noticed that some Folks react to my forthrightness's with doctor's, therapists, nurses et al, with a slight surprise. Please, if I have something to say, well then, I've got something I'm going to say. With the words and vocabulary I decide. I do not need any Folks asking me to settle down and watch what I say. Bullshit - plain Buffalo Bullshit. Even God, knows how for most of my entire life I have kept my mouth shut. Kept my thoughts and words to myself. I'm a grown ass man these days. If I've got something to say, I'll say it. Like this, please do accept my apology for not sending out a communique earlier. Sincerely.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Thank You To Every +15,000 Guest's!
Relations,
I thank you with my heart and Spirit's for the visits, the love and empathy shared. I am moved and have been in a peculiar place and unable to grasp ahold on to what this means and matters to someone as simple as I. It is difficult to express such gratitude.
As of minute ago there have been well over 15,ooo guest at 15,100 on the spot. With the release of this communique there will have been 809 Post's since August of 2010. I am amazed...
...I am humbled.
Once again, I thank all and every one who has ever taken a minute to take a read from this blog, My Path. I honestly feel and think life for me would not have been the same without this format. This formula with which to communicate has assisted me with growth and knowledge. Personal, emotional, physical and beyond, my Spirit's have learned to thrive and I to continue to push this process as hard as I possibly can. As I have said before, maybe without cease even, I do not know how far is to far until I have pushed myself too far. Seen.
This Body, skin, skeleton and all of it's content's are my business. It is my purpose in life and on My Path to improve my living, my life style and my over-all state of heath. I mentioned on an earlier post, the plate load of odds-n-ends that I have toe tagged and I am far from dieing. Unless, that is, Great Spirit has other plans in mind. In which case, today is a beautiful day to die. There isn't a cloud in this wide open Florida Sky. The Sun shines so bright and is warm, not hot. On occasion I hear the Hawk screech out to her yearling. The barks of my hounds let me know they're on the clock and have an eye out for me.
Yes, I am Blessed. Again, I thank you. I must believe life is good. You see? Thank You Great One!
I thank you with my heart and Spirit's for the visits, the love and empathy shared. I am moved and have been in a peculiar place and unable to grasp ahold on to what this means and matters to someone as simple as I. It is difficult to express such gratitude.
As of minute ago there have been well over 15,ooo guest at 15,100 on the spot. With the release of this communique there will have been 809 Post's since August of 2010. I am amazed...
...I am humbled.
Once again, I thank all and every one who has ever taken a minute to take a read from this blog, My Path. I honestly feel and think life for me would not have been the same without this format. This formula with which to communicate has assisted me with growth and knowledge. Personal, emotional, physical and beyond, my Spirit's have learned to thrive and I to continue to push this process as hard as I possibly can. As I have said before, maybe without cease even, I do not know how far is to far until I have pushed myself too far. Seen.
This Body, skin, skeleton and all of it's content's are my business. It is my purpose in life and on My Path to improve my living, my life style and my over-all state of heath. I mentioned on an earlier post, the plate load of odds-n-ends that I have toe tagged and I am far from dieing. Unless, that is, Great Spirit has other plans in mind. In which case, today is a beautiful day to die. There isn't a cloud in this wide open Florida Sky. The Sun shines so bright and is warm, not hot. On occasion I hear the Hawk screech out to her yearling. The barks of my hounds let me know they're on the clock and have an eye out for me.
Yes, I am Blessed. Again, I thank you. I must believe life is good. You see? Thank You Great One!
Really? No, I Said Stop!
Oh Yes, I did and yes I have just published a communique titeled, "Really? No, I Said Stop!" Good- Gracious, some Folks just don't know and or some Folk's sure 'nough forget Folk's just do not talk to me or talk at me in any sort-of-way!
America, I know Got-Damned-Good-And-Well that the First Amendment provides and surly covers the Freedom Of Speech, but let us wait one minute here...
...I as an individual, as a citizen of these United States Of America, also have the Right to not have to listen to verbal abuse! Whether it be an attack of ill-meant, profane and smartly directed words. Or sexual in nature...
...Or the amount of TELEPHONE CALLS FROM THE RNC, which has gone well and beyond the point of abuse and rhetoric. Even when asked to remove our number, the calls keep coming. I have the right to not have the RNC shove the propaganda down my throat.
I establish and re-establish, what are meant to be safe and sure boundaries. There is no try on this matter - I simply make it so. To have Folk, trespass or break the boundaries that took me life times to establish is a total call of disrespect. The call is simple as this. For some reason some Folk don't get it or understand same language. To a degree it is not my problem. It becomes a problem when these Folks show off their boorishness's, conceit and ego. Their multi-faces come to surface.
Total and complete strangers are not provided the right or opportunity to talk to me in such fashion's or manner. Once one has trespassed - a fork develops on My Path. Depending the verbal attack and considering the circumstance's, this will dictate my next step. There have been times when I have brushed them off, while there have been times when I have placed my face in their face.
I am not afraid. Neither am I scared. If and when somebody or someone mistakes me for another, I make them aware of that fact, and usually the matter is concluded. Once one has assaulted me with their negative energy and their words intended to harm, I deal with this accordingly. Seen.
America, I know Got-Damned-Good-And-Well that the First Amendment provides and surly covers the Freedom Of Speech, but let us wait one minute here...
...I as an individual, as a citizen of these United States Of America, also have the Right to not have to listen to verbal abuse! Whether it be an attack of ill-meant, profane and smartly directed words. Or sexual in nature...
...Or the amount of TELEPHONE CALLS FROM THE RNC, which has gone well and beyond the point of abuse and rhetoric. Even when asked to remove our number, the calls keep coming. I have the right to not have the RNC shove the propaganda down my throat.
I establish and re-establish, what are meant to be safe and sure boundaries. There is no try on this matter - I simply make it so. To have Folk, trespass or break the boundaries that took me life times to establish is a total call of disrespect. The call is simple as this. For some reason some Folk don't get it or understand same language. To a degree it is not my problem. It becomes a problem when these Folks show off their boorishness's, conceit and ego. Their multi-faces come to surface.
Total and complete strangers are not provided the right or opportunity to talk to me in such fashion's or manner. Once one has trespassed - a fork develops on My Path. Depending the verbal attack and considering the circumstance's, this will dictate my next step. There have been times when I have brushed them off, while there have been times when I have placed my face in their face.
I am not afraid. Neither am I scared. If and when somebody or someone mistakes me for another, I make them aware of that fact, and usually the matter is concluded. Once one has assaulted me with their negative energy and their words intended to harm, I deal with this accordingly. Seen.
Meniere's And Migraines, Mario?
I have not felt myself so much these past few days - not since I saw He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. It is He who asked that I see my Neurologist and just knowing that I will be in Dr. Neuro's office one week from today creates a hard to describe discomfort in my energy. I have indeed read and re-read literature based on the subject of the latest Diagnosis of Migraines. I don't know why I have let this affect me in such a manner. I'm not confused, as it is that I am more perplexed. Puzzled? Yes, I have read these words about this subject and yes, it amazes me to see so many parallels and intertwining. I see very well with my four eyes and sense in my Center that there is a possibility of having both...
...I have never considered the possibility and for that matter would not, how can I say, establish with my doctor that no, I do not have migraines and never had migraines. I never had the crushing head pains or the extreme issues with bright light. Never! But, I read words which describe symptoms that dwell within me. Those symptoms that have joined forces with the symptoms of the Bi-lateral Meniere's, these symptom's known to be associated with the COPD, PTSD, High Blood Pressure, Depression, Sugar Diabetes, Hypo/Hyper Thyroid, High Anxiety, SSD - Single Side Deaf, when processor is not in, Asthma, an occasional removal of a lump of the cancer from my skin and or body and or private part. And so on and then, and so on. And what?
Oh God, yes this has me all bent up inside and side-ways to boot. I don't know whether to cry or run around in circles! Hush, I might do it if I try. I have a four legged cane so I would have that as my center to hop/skip/run/dash/walk around. Sadly, yes, I have withdrawn some since that visit on 25 October. Yes, there is a sadness and yes, there is an anger and yes, there is a madness that festers within.
By the way, I have a new and yet another medication to share with you, that is, Topiramate @ whatever miligrammage it may be prescribed and they're called Sprinkle Capsules. All pretty and white as creme with petty little black numbers and letters. NOTE: Since I began this medication, I wake up with extreme neck and head pain. Such things I might imagine one suffering from migraines would experience if they had the migraines. I truly don't know. I know this medication to be an anti convulsion. Well, I see that I'm all clear on the convulsing piece now.
I am nauseated at a high seven at the moment - I have thrown up in last two days. I am dizzy at about the same rate. I perspire. Both ears are active with noises and sounds and there must be a giant bee hive in the attic because I am listening to thousands of bees. I am careful with my steps.
My coordination is off a spell. Hallucinations, these noises and sounds are called because the brain must find something to hear or listen to. I have read my own He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's word describing these as such. My therapist Sir Dude, had called it audio hallucinations from long ago. Doctor, please, let me keep the anomaly term too...
...being an anomaly justifies me hearing and 'listening' to these brain created hallucination's. Know what I mean?
Ya-Hey, you all, I am okay. I am just in a peculiar spot, that's all. I mean, who wants to have yet another diagnosis attached to their name and medical records. I am not the one, but don't it seem like shit keeps getting piled up 'round here?
I'll be okay - you be okay. You all are my Relations, be well. I'll do my damnedest to be well too.
...I have never considered the possibility and for that matter would not, how can I say, establish with my doctor that no, I do not have migraines and never had migraines. I never had the crushing head pains or the extreme issues with bright light. Never! But, I read words which describe symptoms that dwell within me. Those symptoms that have joined forces with the symptoms of the Bi-lateral Meniere's, these symptom's known to be associated with the COPD, PTSD, High Blood Pressure, Depression, Sugar Diabetes, Hypo/Hyper Thyroid, High Anxiety, SSD - Single Side Deaf, when processor is not in, Asthma, an occasional removal of a lump of the cancer from my skin and or body and or private part. And so on and then, and so on. And what?
Oh God, yes this has me all bent up inside and side-ways to boot. I don't know whether to cry or run around in circles! Hush, I might do it if I try. I have a four legged cane so I would have that as my center to hop/skip/run/dash/walk around. Sadly, yes, I have withdrawn some since that visit on 25 October. Yes, there is a sadness and yes, there is an anger and yes, there is a madness that festers within.
By the way, I have a new and yet another medication to share with you, that is, Topiramate @ whatever miligrammage it may be prescribed and they're called Sprinkle Capsules. All pretty and white as creme with petty little black numbers and letters. NOTE: Since I began this medication, I wake up with extreme neck and head pain. Such things I might imagine one suffering from migraines would experience if they had the migraines. I truly don't know. I know this medication to be an anti convulsion. Well, I see that I'm all clear on the convulsing piece now.
I am nauseated at a high seven at the moment - I have thrown up in last two days. I am dizzy at about the same rate. I perspire. Both ears are active with noises and sounds and there must be a giant bee hive in the attic because I am listening to thousands of bees. I am careful with my steps.
My coordination is off a spell. Hallucinations, these noises and sounds are called because the brain must find something to hear or listen to. I have read my own He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's word describing these as such. My therapist Sir Dude, had called it audio hallucinations from long ago. Doctor, please, let me keep the anomaly term too...
...being an anomaly justifies me hearing and 'listening' to these brain created hallucination's. Know what I mean?
Ya-Hey, you all, I am okay. I am just in a peculiar spot, that's all. I mean, who wants to have yet another diagnosis attached to their name and medical records. I am not the one, but don't it seem like shit keeps getting piled up 'round here?
I'll be okay - you be okay. You all are my Relations, be well. I'll do my damnedest to be well too.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Have Applied For Appointment With Dept. Of Education, Divison Of Vocational Rehab.
Dearest Relations,
I am pleased to share with One and All that I have applied for a meeting with the Department of Education's, Division of Vocational Rehab. I applied via the Internet yesterday and will read from a representative within three to four days.
With great hopes and wishes, it is my plan to petition the opportunity to have classes in American Sign Language. I will speak with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I pray for his support on this subject as this is important to me and many aspects of my life and My Path.
With a goal in mind, it is a career in interpreting ASL for Company's or individuals as well as providing myself and my future a second language for the when the all goes quiet. I feel and smell the urgency and angst...
...pardon me please, but I just don't want to be caught ill prepared.
Yes, with my Baha processor connected to the implant on the left side of my skull, I am able to hear to some good degree. With out it, I am Deaf. (With the exceptions of the sounds and noises)
My right ear is an enigma. There are days when I have good hearing and then there are the days that I have really bad hearing. This is the ear that requires time in the morning to wake up. This is the ear that goes silent randomly. And this one too picks up the audio hallucinations, as Sir Dude calls them...
...anomaly's, as He-Who-Touched-My-Brain call them. What ever the case and what ever they're called, I swear from where I sit it sounds like a damned good idea to learn a language that is slowly becoming a part of my day-to-day. Makes sense to me and I am excited this will be so.
I am pleased to share with One and All that I have applied for a meeting with the Department of Education's, Division of Vocational Rehab. I applied via the Internet yesterday and will read from a representative within three to four days.
With great hopes and wishes, it is my plan to petition the opportunity to have classes in American Sign Language. I will speak with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I pray for his support on this subject as this is important to me and many aspects of my life and My Path.
With a goal in mind, it is a career in interpreting ASL for Company's or individuals as well as providing myself and my future a second language for the when the all goes quiet. I feel and smell the urgency and angst...
...pardon me please, but I just don't want to be caught ill prepared.
Yes, with my Baha processor connected to the implant on the left side of my skull, I am able to hear to some good degree. With out it, I am Deaf. (With the exceptions of the sounds and noises)
My right ear is an enigma. There are days when I have good hearing and then there are the days that I have really bad hearing. This is the ear that requires time in the morning to wake up. This is the ear that goes silent randomly. And this one too picks up the audio hallucinations, as Sir Dude calls them...
...anomaly's, as He-Who-Touched-My-Brain call them. What ever the case and what ever they're called, I swear from where I sit it sounds like a damned good idea to learn a language that is slowly becoming a part of my day-to-day. Makes sense to me and I am excited this will be so.
The Cochlear BAHA 3
When over at He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's clinic I picked up some literature from Cochlear. The booklet is dedicated to introducing the Cochlear Baha 3 as "The proven natural pathway to better hearing for your child". A Bone Conduction Hearing Solution.
The latest Baha is the Cochlear Baha Sound processor (BP100). Premium Performance which is the one I wear attached to my abutment and implant. I am not an expert on the Baha 3, but as one who wears one I have grown to love my "third ear". I will be looking into accessories to enhance the audio experience. Zooming in on the TELECOIL, which is designed to improve telephone listening (I have never used the telephone on that side since implant) and listening in buildings supplied with a loop facility. I am excited about this potential purchase or grant.
There are more than 70,000 success stories. I am One of them.
Act now! Take your child to a hearing care professional near you and ask if your child is a Baha candidate.
The e-mail address is: www.CochlearAmericas.com
In the USA, the address is:
Cochlear Americas
13059 East Peakview Avenue
Centennial CO 80111
Tel: 1 303 790 9010
Fax: 1 303 792 9025
In Canada, the address is:
Cochlear Canada Inc
2500-120 Adelaide Street West
Toronto, ON MSH 1T1
Tel: 1 416 972 5082
Fax: 1 416 972 5083
The latest Baha is the Cochlear Baha Sound processor (BP100). Premium Performance which is the one I wear attached to my abutment and implant. I am not an expert on the Baha 3, but as one who wears one I have grown to love my "third ear". I will be looking into accessories to enhance the audio experience. Zooming in on the TELECOIL, which is designed to improve telephone listening (I have never used the telephone on that side since implant) and listening in buildings supplied with a loop facility. I am excited about this potential purchase or grant.
There are more than 70,000 success stories. I am One of them.
Act now! Take your child to a hearing care professional near you and ask if your child is a Baha candidate.
The e-mail address is: www.CochlearAmericas.com
In the USA, the address is:
Cochlear Americas
13059 East Peakview Avenue
Centennial CO 80111
Tel: 1 303 790 9010
Fax: 1 303 792 9025
In Canada, the address is:
Cochlear Canada Inc
2500-120 Adelaide Street West
Toronto, ON MSH 1T1
Tel: 1 416 972 5082
Fax: 1 416 972 5083
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