MissNikkiAnn Is Adamant (contains explicit language)

Ranted Ramblings on Disco Piss

The hamster is hiding in one of her loops.  I haven't known her long, but so far she seems to go there when Sir and I have frustrated the shit out of her.  I mean, I have good reason.  If she'd just stop shitting and pissing in her wheel then I could spend less money and time poking at her and trying to potty train a thing that  likes to piss, shit and run as a bathroom break.

And then my POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) symptoms have arrived right on schedule to remind me why I hate spring and friggin' summer, I am bedridden and my world is like an spinning disco ball with hints of some hallucinogenic hippie drug that makes spinning in circles after a long day AND night of drinking look like its bitch--I am up at 2:30 in the morning feeling hungover without the prerequisite of partying and drinking.

Did I mention that racism is rampant?

A Story: Epipen and Nasty Nan

found myself alone with an amazing from scratch spaghetti with meat sauce by one of my favorite family-owned restaurants.  this is new england, so great italian food is not hard to come by (and i ain't talking processed olive garden shit).  this was my second day with the same dish.  the day before the outside and inside of my mouth began to set on fire from the onions.  but i wanted it so bad that i kept going.

i am highly allergic to onions, scallions and garlic.  highly.

i am also prone to being an idiot.

but how can one live in a highly italian populated area and not eat onions and garlic?  it is near impossible.

a little over a year ago i had to epipen myself after coming into contact with onions.  let me be clear: i did not even consume the onions, mom was cooking with them on the OTHER SIDE of the house.  my throat began to close up...what a horror

now here we are.  a little over a year later.  i HAD been diligent about even being near onions/scallions/garlic.

this time, not only did my mouth and esophagus get set on fire but my entire body felt as if it were being cremated.

then my throat began to close up.

i panicked.

grabbed 2 benadryls.

and refused to epipen (i have heart issues and the epipen's epinephrine causes my heart too many issues).

but...it kept closing.

i panicked even more.

tried to find the epipen in my purse.  couldn't.

dialed my mom while the 8-year-old watched me in horror as i flung all the shit from my purse onto the floor.

found it.

stabbed myself with it.

cried like an idiot who had forgotten that she'd CHOSEN to put her body at risk.

popped another benadryl and then some clonazepam, propanolol and emergency inhaler.  yelled at the 8-year-old to rub liquid benadryl on my raw back.

waited and sat in front of a fan to cool my burning body down.

time passed.

i survived...

and noted that Nasty Nancy (nickname i gave to our new pet dwarf hamster whose real name is Ala Luv Cake) slept through the entire episode--my screaming, crying and everything.

then the 8-year-old gave me a lecture.

then mom gave me a lecture.

i did not give myself a lecture.

later that night, i gave Nasty Nan (short for her Nasty Nancy nickname (yes, i am an idiot)) a lecture about not having my back and sleeping through my hellish episode.

Nasty Nan looked at me.  sniffed the finger that i was pointing at her cage.  and did what Nasty Nan does: got in her wheel (which she truly thinks is her bathroom) and shat and pissed in it while running to nowhere.

enough.

wait...did i mention that i think Katt Williams is a genius?

i know some of you will have to google that name.

New Time, New Adventure

I'm on a new adventure. And when using the word "adventure," there is always the sense of the unknown lingering about. I try not to feel one way or the other, just centered in each moment that I am given, knowing that my moments won't last forever. And with things being the way the are with my body, I am forced to move at a snail's pace, the difference is that I've made peace with it and am learning not to be consumed by what others may (or may not) be thinking about the way I must live my life. Overall, I doubt it's an existence that would satisfy the average First-Worlders' need for extravagance and privies, but in the chronic illness and disability world, my life ain't so bad.

"Be good.
Be patient.
Be in the moment."

~MissNikkiAnn

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Dysautonomia Flare

This marks the 10th day of my most recent Dysautonomia flare-up. I tell ya', I want to jump off my bed to my death. Each time I have a bad flare, which is usually up to twice a month, I am reminded of how determined my symptoms are. As you know, I am on a 100% raw foods diet (and yes, I'm even chewing the small piece of raw beef everyday), but my flare started a few days before I moved from 80% to 100% raw. So I have a long road to go before seeing a big turnaround. On the other side, my doctor and I were commenting on just how quickly the diet is healing some of my colon issues, which is an important issue since digestion directly affects the absorption of nutrition. And though I still have slow gastric digestion in the upper tract, at least it comes out the colon and doesn't sit there causing my body to be anymore toxic than it is.

What does stuff mean? Not much. Just got frustrated with being bedridden and decided to blog about a piece of my life. And if you read about a crazy woman running through the streets, bucking shots in the air...it's only I.

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Whole Raw Foodist Trial 2011 Episode 3 Part 2

Whole Raw Foodist Trial 2011 Episode 3 Part 1

Journal Entry for MissNikkiAnn's Whole Raw Foods Trial 2011

At the following link you will find a written journal entry about what I've eaten today and what's happening with my Whole Raw Foods Trial: https://penzu.com/p/018fdd84

@MissNikkiAnn's Whole Raw Foodist Trial 2011 Episode 2 (Roger Bezanis's Theory)

Bat-Shit Crazy Update

So I've been implementing some of Roger Bezanis's Whole Raw Foods ideas. As some may know, for 11 years I was a vegetarian. I found that it suited my taste buds and my body. At one point I even foung myself eating like a Vegan, which seemed to be a natural progression (It's important to note that during my childhood I preferred only to eat hamburgers, and not much else on the meat end.). But through all of that, I still found myself experiencing weird health issues. I'd fast and detoxify in various forms just to feel rejuvenated again. But still...something lingered. And on June 1, 2006, I woke to find that I'd lost the site in my left eye. So again as I'd done two years prior (but had given up after numerous tests), I started the journey once more. The differnce this time was that I'd press on until I better understood my body. Each day I arrive at more and more understanding. And most recently I am deriving some benefits from implementing SOME of Roger's recommendations.

Press On...

Your help commeth from The Lord.

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Dysautonomia Video Update 01/09/11

My Official Diagnosis

Dysautonomia with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome and Autoimmune Disorder

(pic) Um...

Let's just say that after my hospital stay, I have been ordered to take these three things twice a day. And laughter would be the best policy here, except it might subject me to pooping in my Depends diaper out in public--laughter and sneezing have become quite dangerous activities for me. That's life!

MISS NIKKI ANN
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