Saturday, June 29, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
I don't have to "want" to share my opinions. My opinions "are" tainted. And what happens if I have changed my opinion after airing my opinion?
Bits and pieces.
Contagious words spoken prior to experiencing more wisdom.
Being courageous enough to keep your conditioned opinions to yourself.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
I am now starring at my screen, contemplating my: "Chocolate is proof that God wants us to be happy" mug.
I now realize that chocolate as a skin tone is what I hope this mug is referring to.
Starring at the mug.
Thinking of Paula Deen's innate ability to say "nigger."
Hearing footsteps on this Sunday morning.
Sounds as if my mom is getting ready for church.
African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church.
Reminder as to why chocolate people had to establish churches for themselves.
Avoiding going to powder my nose because my illness is affecting my knees and I can barely convince them to bend. And when they do bend (on their own will and time), the pain is fierce; and afterward, I am unable to get them to straighten out to stand.
My legs hate me.
The onset was acute and sudden.
Physical therapy ordered.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sunday, June 09, 2013
Saturday, June 08, 2013
*MCAD (Mast Cell Activation Disorder)
Thursday, June 06, 2013
My pain is up and rising. I go to bed at a 5 (already medicated) and wake-up at a 7, which my meds will hopefully bring down to a 5.
The pain is all-consuming. And my favorite high-level pain remedy is backordered (yup, med companies sometimes provide one sector with too many of a product, leaving pharmacies out on a limb.
And I feel for my pharmacist every time he has to tell me that one of my pain meds is backordered, since he knows that I only request certain pain meds when my regular medicinal pain regime is not keeping up with the pain. He sees the begging-for-relief in my eyes. Just two days ago I was lying on his floor (yes, on the pharmacy floor). My body had momentarily given up functioning properly (well, MY Dysautonomic "properly").
So I wait. And wait some more. Trying not to lose my mind. If it rises anymore, I will have to contact my doctor. and for those not acquainted with the prescription-pain-relief phobia in America, be grateful, cause it probably means that you and yours are physically well and healthy.
Big Corporation and Big Government, please stop your paranoia. Statistics show that only a small number of patients abuse/misuse/overuse their narcotic pain meds. I am not on a narcotic pain med (which would be the best so that I wouldn't have to take FIVE non-narcotic (but strong!) pain meds instead of ONE! narcotic.
One of my favorite lines that an advisor spoke to Queen Elizabeth I during a difficult decision-making time for the Queen:
"A prince should be careful to not be afraid of his own shadow."
Sunday, June 02, 2013
I am sorry to inform the future generation that each day since 2013 started, the majority of human activity has lead to a more rapid decline in the "love-thy-neighbor-as-you-love-yourself" territory.
We have no choice but to coexist; in the end, the truth of that will not have changed, no matter how many muthafucking "neighbors" you have bashed over the head with bats. Dumb asses.