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Work Harder

Posted: April 22, 2017 in Children, Family, Health, Life, Love, Politics, Religion, sex, Society, women

I just finished watching a documentary on the abortion issue. It was very fair because it gave all sides a chance to express their views. Still I was left feeling slighted. I thought about the Pro-Choicers having to explain themselves at various angles, but not Pro-Lifers.

Why do women get abortions? It is an arduous and heartbreaking ordeal for anyone. Often it is for financial reasons, can’t handle another baby or she’s a teen with no assets. Let’s talk about her for a moment. More than likely, her mother is the sole supporter. Mom works at least two job. That scenario equals little to no supervision.

Teen love birds now have access to a sex pad because mom is working. Girl is willing to have sex because she feels abandoned by dad and mom is never around.
Now Pro-Lifers want to call this girl a whore because she can’t have a baby grow in her body and give it away after 9 months.

Did these Pro-Lifers shame this girl’s father? After all he refused to be a man and raise this young mother? Did these Pro-Lifers lobby Congress to raise the minimum wage so that mothers can have just one job so they can raise their kids? Do Pro-Lifers lobby for people that want to adopt, but can’t?

If Pro-Lifers want to save lives they need to save the mother’s life before she gets pregnant. EDUCATION!! This is the key! Kids must be taught before puberty. Adults need to report sexualized activity with young kids. Men have to teach boys how to be good men.
It is a biological fact that puberty happens. We all went through it. It’s ridiculous to ignore or shame kids for going through it. They need help and adults have a job to do.

The Right One

Posted: May 28, 2016 in Health, Life, Love, Marriage, Men

 

I have had many medical issues throughout my marriage. Surgery for this. Therapy for that. An army of healthcare professionals armed with a plethora of medication.

When you’ve been plagued with various physical and mental challenges you really do test those marriage vows. They are much more than loving words in a religious ceremony.

My husband is my connection to everything … including him. I’m so grateful for that. He naturally identifies what I need or where I’m growing. He takes care of all of me.

Everything good in me shines on the platform he provided. This blog is housed in the tablet my love gifted me. My husband truly gets me and loves me in whatever state I’m in.

Imagine walking around knowing that you are safe, really safe with your partner in life. I trust my man with every fiber of my being because he’s earned my trust from the day we first met.

Loving my husband is effortless. Celebrating his life is a joy and an honor. My husband’s name is Scott and tomorrow we will celebrate his birthday.

God blessed me before I was born. Out of all the guys in the world … I am perfectly loved by the right one. Thank you for being born and wrapping me in your arms.

It Happened To Me

Posted: May 19, 2016 in Bipolar, Health, Society
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After two weeks in a coma, I was transferred from the hospital to a nursing home filled mostly with seniors.

My roommate was dying and in pain. My heart went out to her. Thankfully she blessed with a loving and dutiful daughter. Her daughter was very kind to me as well.

Almost all the staff was kind and caring. Until towards the end of my stay. I was vomiting bile for two weeks. I ate nothing. It was nearly impossible to keep medication down. I feasted on water and ice chips.

My roommate’s daughter was tired of her mother’s suffering and arranged the escape to a hospital. Once she was gone, my condition got worse and I had a forgetful nurse.

I had to use the toilet. My nurse had to help me. She wiped me as if I was cardboard. Then put me back into bed. The worse comes 10 minutes later.

I had to go again. After ringing for her she yelled at me! She said she was on her break. Then shouted at me, what’s wrong with you? I said I don’t know. I’m not a doctor. She said, me neither.

After putting me in bed (roughly) I cried quietly. I assessed the situation. I can’t walk, eat, wipe myself and a nurse just told me off. I called my husband and begged to be taken out of this place.

It took an eternity (from my point of view) to be sprung. I went to a great hospital. I was treated with dignity, compassion and professionalism for three days.

Then I went home. A careless psychiatrist started this rollercoaster by not monitoring my lithium levels. I always did as I was told. I’m 46 years old and I was defenseless.
Thank God I can move now.

Lithium toxicity is what caused by seizure and subsequent coma. Even when I came out of it I was very confused. It took me a while to get my bearings.

My husband, mother, sister seemed very nice but foreign to me. It got better and then it got worse! How can Trump be in the lead?! How can he be in the race?

Hell, I’m more qualified to be president and I’m a brain damaged patient who never went to college! After getting home, I was glued to the TV. CNN, MSNBC and Family Feud were my viewing staples.

Today I dream about Coma-ville and it’s lovely. No pain. No hunger. No Trump. Ahhh … Good thing my husband keeps the lithium away from me. I wonder if a Democrat doctor would do me a favor.

Yes, I live awkwardly

Posted: December 12, 2014 in Health, Life
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Sheepishly, I return to my blogger-istic mentality and PC. I am stuck in a biomechanical and anxiously stubborn status. And its been impossible to actually sit at the desk comfortably.

I refer to my knee of course. It is in fact an imperfect 3 inch scar that mocks me by looking up at me daily. I try to minimize its glare with my nightly ritual – Mederma scar cream. I see little change but others say it’s changing. So I am dutiful. Damn it.

My knee replacement surgery was on August 11. Never in my life have I been in so much pain and nausea (anesthesia and pain pills). I of course had a massive meltdown. Fortunately, my husband got me through it.

The first few weeks was rough. Everything hurt. I yelled at my husband. I was afraid to leave the house. Bathing was an ordeal I tried to avoid as much as possible. I was like a 7 year old boy trying to convince his mother he didn’t smell bad.

I got better and then I got a brand new and annoying walker. It’s clunky, noisy and generates much sympathy. But that was then and this is now. Today I have a very stylish cane with a blue and black design.

I have been dubbed the favorite patient by my physical therapist. I do my exercises. I walk the treadmill for 10 minutes. I ride the stationary bike for 7 minutes. It’s a big deal because for 2 months I could not do a complete rotation on the bike. Today, I’m like Lance Armstrong minus the juice.

I’m not 100% but my PT and surgeon like my progress. My X-rays look good. I’m able to drive, use the toilet without a commode and basically live.

My new awful problem to tackle is shopping. How am I gonna get any shopping done? I can’t walk for more than 10 minutes and I can’t take the Norco (pain med) until I’m home.

Interesting Memento

Posted: August 9, 2014 in Health, Jokes, Life

I have heard of people keeping remnants of their surgery. Bullets, placenta, kidney stones, pins, screws and plates etc. are all treasured mementos.

So apparently the surgeon chisels and/or saws off bone during my knee replacement surgery. Hmm. Interesting indeed. Should I get the bits and pieces of me back in a plastic cup?

What would I do with it? I could incorporate it into an unusual backsplash. I might bury it in a garden or even a potted plant. I’ve got it! I can take it to a jeweler and make it into a pendant.

Have I gone too far? I think I have gone too far on the last one. I need to go classy on this one. Okay, how about having them bronzed into some fancy bookends?

I need to stop thinking about this surgery. Actually, I can’t. My mind is really impressing me.

So, on Monday (in 4 days) I will be getting my knee replacement surgery. This bipolar succinctly goes through a plethora of thoughts and emotions. And now I’ve stopped .

What do I want to do, think or say? Music! That’s it. I need to think about a Top Ten Playlist for knee surgery and/or hospitalization. This may take a while.

1. Like A Surgeon – Weird Al Yankovic

2. Flagpole Sitta – Harvey Danger

3. Not The Doctor – Alanis Morrisette

4. The First Cut Is the Deepest – Rod Stewart

5. King of Pain – The Police

6. Just Like A Pill – Pink

7. Everybody Hurts – R.E.M.

8. Hurt’s So Good – John Mellencamp

9. Scar Tissue – The Red Hot Chili Peppers

10. Walk This Way – by Aerosmith