tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72242090033405392672024-02-18T19:42:49.776-08:00Random Thoughts of a Troubled MindRandom things that flow through my head.Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-54974141990748571072014-08-13T09:53:00.001-07:002014-08-13T09:55:37.408-07:00Not an Entertainment Director (Careful - this is a rant.)<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">{steps onto soapbox.<rant>}</rant></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a lot of things. Ask my friends and family. I am sure
they all have lots of names for me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have the standard titles: Wife, Mom, Daughter, Friend,
Cohort, Coworker, Geek, Nerd, Pain in the butt, etc. However, my kids are over
18 now and one is married and expecting his own kid soon. I stopped being an
entertainment director years ago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, one of those moments, where you just want to
table-flip the hell out of something happened this morning. Well, ok, it
started last night. I was being polite and informed someone that I am going to
go spend a weekend playing with my friends next month. Nothing huge, go down on
Saturday, spend the night, hang out for a bit on Sunday then go home. I am
making the commitment to go to Sacramento’s Pagan Pride (<a href="http://www.sacpaganpride.org/">http://www.sacpaganpride.org/</a>) as I
haven’t been able to go for a couple years and am getting really tired of
missing it. I’m dragging my husband with me, because well, that’s what he
signed up for when he married me almost 25 years ago. He goes where I go, most
of the time. (I’m not that heartless.) But, I am not, repeat AM NOT,
responsible for anyone else. Not even my kids this year. If they want to go,
they can find their own way there. My daughter and her friends will be at
Yaoi-Con (<a href="http://www.yaoicon.com/">http://www.yaoicon.com/</a>); her fiancé
is livestock sitting for me that weekend. All my bases are covered. (Mind you,
I live almost 60 miles from it.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or so I thought. Sigh. There are people in my life that do
not believe in my way of thinking, do not share my faith. That’s cool. I’m okay
with that. I don’t force it down their throats or try to convert. Not my place.
As long as they are happy with their faith, that works for me. If you want to
know about mine, ask; I’ll answer the best I can as I am still learning all the
time. However, there are a couple that seem to believe I am their social
director. That I should have included, invited, planned their weekend for them.
Sigh. This morning I have to deal with
the crap, the pouty, pissy, moody, crap, and I know where it stems from – peeps
are feeling like I purposefully left them out and I don’t want them around.
Whatever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I have no problem with these peeps joining us. They
have their own vehicles, they have their own lives. If they choose to come down
for a day and join us at Pride, then cool, great, whatever. However, if you get
pissy with me because I didn’t include you in my plans? I am gonna table flip
the hell out of something. Seriously? If you are over 18, you can make your own
plans and do your own thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I get really tired, frustrated and annoyed at those people I
meet and know that bitch about not having anything to do, or friends to do it
with, or whatever. Get off you lazy butt and go find some. They will not, I
repeat NOT, come knocking on the door asking if you can come out and play. They
probably don’t know you exist. Why? Because you do not put yourself out there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do things because I need to go out and have fun while I
can. With MS, I could be in a wheelchair in a few years or hell, next year for
that matter. If I want to take a walk, I’m going. If I want to walk a 5K? Yep,
you bet your sweet ass I am going to go do it. You can come with or not. You
will not, however, bitch at me for doing it or wanting to do it and you will
not get mad at me if I didn’t schedule it into your calendar for you. I’ll give
you plenty of notice. If you want to go with me or be there or whatever, it’s
of your own free will. I have too much to do and plan for with MS mucking up
the waters than to have to worry about your adult ass, too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are not tied to a chair, handcuffed to a bed, or under
house arrest. Do it your own damn self. The only person responsible for your
bloody happiness is yourself. I tell myself that in the mirror every damn
morning then I put on my big girl panties and combat boots and head out to
defeat the day. Or, I try to. I understand that there are days I won’t be able
to do much, but again, that is my decision, my issue, and my pain. Yes, I
appreciate some of the help I get, if I need it, I will ask for it and when it
is given I try to be gracious about it. My guilt at needing it is mine. BUT, I
never assume I am going to get it or that it is due to me automatically.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and you are not Grumpy Cat, try smiling once in damn
while. You might activate a few endorphins and actually be moderately happy for
once. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> {jumps off box}</span>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-8925816555113692132014-08-12T13:01:00.000-07:002014-08-12T13:01:44.590-07:00The Rising Issues of Mental Health<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With Robin Williams’ death comes another wave of discussion
over mental health care in our country. Are we doing enough? Is the stigma
disappearing? How does it come to this? What does this all mean?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, as the wife of an amazing man who happens to suffer
from the diseases of Bipolar Depression and Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, I’ll
tell you. The answers of those questions are: No, No, easily for those
suffering with depression, and only those people know. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression is a disease. It isn’t a stigma. It isn’t
leprosy. It doesn’t brush under a rug and go away. It hides behind endearing
smiles, captivating conversation, and energetic activities. It hides in dark
rooms, under pillows, quiet times, and is deadly. It strikes when you are weak
and hits like a brick. You can’t dodge it, or hide from it, or definitely, you
CANNOT ignore it. It’s an evil fog that encapsulates its victim, then spreads
out to try and trap those around them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know the saying, only the strong survive, yes? Well,
even the strong can collapse with depression. It can dissolve your ambitions
like acid. Everyone has a breaking point. It is what happens when you are at
that point that can make or break it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression is an invisible disease. I call Depression an
invisible disease because sometimes even those closest to the individual don’t
notice until too late. People suffering
from this disease are no different than those afflicted with other invisible
diseases. It is no different than Fibromyalgia, Multiple Sclerosis, Lupus, etc.
The individual has it, but most people can’t tell until it is so severe that
there is no turning back. Depression has an advantage though, with the correct
medication, support, love, kindness, help, and direction, most people can
survive it, fight it, and live through it. Sure, they don’t look sick, but
seriously, never judge a book by its cover. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fighting Depression is a constant battle. Every moment,
every thought, becomes a target and a fight. I’m dumb, fat, skinny, ugly,
stupid, worthless, unneeded, a blemish, an anchor to my family, or a disgrace.
The absolute fact is that you are NOT dumb, fat, skinny, ugly, stupid,
worthless, unneeded, a blemish, an anchor to my family, or a disgrace. You are smart, beautiful, amazing, friendly,
fun, needed, loved, and special. You are a significant part of your friend and
family circle. Without you, they would not be complete. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression is a bully. Beating you up and taking your sanity
like your lunch money. It wants to stuff you in a locker, give you a wedgie,
and put tacks on your chairs. Don’t even mention the mental swirlies that it
gives you. Stand up to your Bully. Gather your friends and family and back that
jerk right back into his box. Hulk Smash that bitch. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This has gone on long enough people. Mental Health is
nothing to stick your nose up at and ignore. It is something painful that
requires special attention. You fight it by being supportive, observant, and
sincere. I know from my own experiences with the Big D that I need to have
someone I love or respect tell me to put on my big girl panties and step up. It’s
hard. It truly is. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression insinuates itself into your head and makes you
think that you are a burden to your family. You are dragging them down. It
would all be better if you just weren’t around anymore. Your family would move
on and be better off. What you don’t believe, understand, or realize is the
carnage you leave behind in your wake when you get to the point of suicide. You
can’t, won’t, or don’t let your family do what they are there for, to love you
and help raise you up. That is why they are there in your life. They aren’t
pretty fixtures you need to dust. They are hard working, loving, caring,
bully-destroying, kick-ass, cheerleaders, and supporters of everything you do
in your life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your faith, yes, your faith can help as well, but it is the
loving people in your face telling you to get up, take another step, expressing
their love for you, and yes, tell you to put on your big kid underwear and
combat boots, baby, cuz you are doing battle. The cool thing is, if you look to
your sides, you realize that your family and friends are right there with you
in this battle. Their love and commitment to you is your super power against
the Big D. You can’t let it win. Please don’t let it win. The wreckage left
behind takes forever to clean up and sometimes, it is never clean. Sometimes
there is no recovery. And the circle begins again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Break the circle, go Super Saiyan on that bitch. Tell it to
back the hell off because you have things to do, people to see, memories to
make, and people to love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sure, sometimes that person thinks they have no one to reach
out to, but honestly, there are tons of people, groups, and support out there
to stretch out a hand to you and give you a hug. For no other reason than you
are just you. You are valuable. You have life experiences that can educate
others. You have opinions, needs, desires, and suggestions on how to help
others. You are amazing. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know this post sounds like a lot of BS, but honestly, I
live with the Big D every bloody day of my life. It crawls into the crevices of
my brain trying to undermine my control. It’s a constant battle. I have
Multiple Sclerosis, that’s enough junk in my system trying to mess with me, I
don’t need Depression coming to the party. The Big D was NOT invited. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I live with a loving and caring man that deals with this
daily as well. We help and support each other. It’s all we can do. This isn’t a
single-player game, peeps. This is full contact, multi-player, team defense. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are tons of places out there for help. You can call any
of the resources below or visit your local shelter and talk to anyone working
there, I am sure if they don’t have the expertise to help, they know someone
that does. Plus, I am sure the hugs are free and you should never be afraid of
crying. Crying releases toxins in your body. So, cry away, get that crap out of
your body. Don’t believe me? Go here: <a href="http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2009/06/06/7-good-reasons-to-cry-your-eyes-out/">http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2009/06/06/7-good-reasons-to-cry-your-eyes-out/</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just take that first step, please.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe some of this can help:</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #395272; font-size: 10pt;">Call 24/7 - </span></b><b><span style="color: #395272; font-size: 8pt;">1-800-273-8255<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For Young Adults: <a href="http://www.youmatter.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/">http://www.youmatter.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.veteranscrisisline.net/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.veteranscrisisline.net/</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Veterans and their loved
ones can call<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b>1-800-273-8255</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> and<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b>Press 1</b>,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.veteranscrisisline.net/ChatTermsOfService.aspx" style="float: none; overflow: hidden;"><span style="background: white; color: #c4262e; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">chat online</span></a> (http://www.veteranscrisisline.net/ChatTermsOfService.aspx)<span style="background: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">, or send a text message to<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b>838255</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> to
receive confidential support 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">American Foundation for Suicide Prevention</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.afsp.org/">http://www.afsp.org/</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">National Institute of Mental Health (Also a great place for
any info on Depression.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml">http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amazing help for Teens and Young Adults for Depression or
Addiction Services:</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.teenhealthandwellness.com/static/hotlines"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.teenhealthandwellness.com/static/hotlines</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background: white; line-height: 115%;">Suicide Hotline: 800-784-2433<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Immediate
Medical Assistance: 911<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Crisis
Call Center: 800-273-8255 or text ANSWER to 839863<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Crisis Call Center<br />
</b>800-273-8255 or text ANSWER to 839863<br />
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week<br />
<a href="http://crisiscallcenter.org/crisisservices.html"><span style="color: #3388bb;">http://crisiscallcenter.org/crisisservices.html</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background: white; line-height: 115%;">Depression and Bipolar
Support<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">800-273-TALK
(8255)</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">Twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
</span><a href="http://www.dbsalliance.org/"><span style="background: white; color: #3388bb; line-height: 115%;">http://www.dbsalliance.org</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">National Hopeline
Network</span></b><br />
<span style="background: white;">800-SUICIDE
(784-2433)</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">800-442-HOPE
(4673)</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">Twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week</span><br />
</span><a href="http://www.hopeline.com/"><span style="background: white; color: #3388bb; line-height: 115%;">http://www.hopeline.com</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<b><span style="background: white;">Crisis Center and
Hotlines Locator by State</span></b><br />
</span><a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/getinvolved/locator"><span style="background: white; color: #3388bb; line-height: 115%;">http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/getinvolved/locator</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">Suicide
Prevention Services Depression Hotline</span></b><br />
<span style="background: white;">630-482-9696</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">Twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week</span><br />
</span><a href="http://www.spsamerica.org/"><span style="background: white; color: #3388bb; line-height: 115%;">http://www.spsamerica.org</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<b>Thursday’s Child National Youth Advocacy Hotline<br />
</b>800-USA-KIDS (800-872-5437)<br />
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week<br />
<span style="color: #3388bb;"><a href="http://www.thursdayschild.org/">http://www.thursdayschild.org</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="background: white; line-height: 115%;">Your Life Iowa: Bullying
Support and Suicide Prevention<br />
</span></b><span style="background: white; line-height: 115%;"></span>(855)
581-8111 (24/7) or text TALK to 85511 (4–8 PM every day)<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">Chat
is available Mondays–Thursdays from 7:30 PM–12:00 AM</span><br />
</span><span style="background: white; color: #3388bb; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.yourlifeiowa.org/">http://www.yourlifeiowa.org</a></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background: white; color: red; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance:</span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.dbsalliance.org/site/PageServer?pa</span></span>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-18066840349495486032014-06-05T09:26:00.000-07:002014-06-05T09:26:09.821-07:0030 Things About My Life with MSI was referred to a site called butyoudontlooksick.com and I saw this article for Invisible Illness Week and since World MS Day was May 28th, I decided to do my own version of 30 Questions:<div>
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is:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #222222;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #222222;">Multiple Sclerosis and all its friends.
Fibromyalgia, chronic migraines, and cold urticaria.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: I was diagnosed in
2014 after years of testing.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></div>
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3. But I had symptoms since: If I look back, I’ve been having symptoms for
10-15 years now.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br /><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">
4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: Taking a break and learning to
say no/ask for help.</span></span></span></span></div>
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5. Most people assume: that I have just hurt my foot or some other body part
and it will heal and then I’ll be “all better.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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6. The hardest part about mornings are: Pulling myself out of bed. I spend
about 15 minutes just trying to move to get my appendages to support my weight
or pull me out of bed. So easy to just lay there. </span></span></span></span></div>
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7. My favorite medical TV show is: I don’t really have one. I tend to gravitate
more to the fantasy/SciFi genre. If I watch anything with a “medical” piece, it’s
CSI.</span></span></span></span></div>
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8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: My folding cane. It helps me walk,
reach things…and I can fold it up and put it in my bag when I don’t need it. I
try not to rely on it too much. I have a wheeled/seat walker that I use for
long outings, but I really couldn’t live without my phone/tablet. Keeps me
connected and independent. </span></span></span></span></div>
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9. The hardest part about nights are: Trying to get comfortable. Either too
hot, too cold, or the most comfy position starts to hurt, insomnia. </span></span></span></span></div>
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10. Each day I take 19 pills & vitamins. (No comments, please)</span></span></span></span></div>
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11. Regarding alternative treatments I: have tried whatever has come my way. I
figure why not? Not everything works for everyone, but then what doesn’t work
for one, may work for someone else. </span></span></span></span></div>
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12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose:
I’d stick with this invisible one. There are days when I wish I had something I
didn’t have to explain, but then I have a pretty big mouth and can advocate and
discuss. </span></span></span></span></div>
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13. Regarding working and career: I enjoy staying busy, but commuting to work
every day is difficult. I continue because I need the health care and the
paycheck, but someday, I’ll be able to retire and stay closer to home and do
something I really want to do. </span></span></span></span></div>
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14. People would be surprised to know: that I fight with depression all the
time. It’s a never ending battle keeping a hold on the spiral and staying
moderately happy. Some days, my happy exterior is all done with smoke and
mirrors. </span></span></span></span></div>
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15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: Not being
supermom. I have to ask for help and accept that there are things I cannot do
anymore and days when I can be great one second and horrid the next. </span></span></span></span></div>
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16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: Fly in
a zeppelin. Awesome fun. </span></span></span></span></div>
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17. The commercials about my illness: What commercials? There aren’t many for
Multiple Sclerosis. </span></span></span></span></div>
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18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: reading in the car
and spending the day outside. </span></span></span></span></div>
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19. It was really hard to have to give up: doing things on my own. I loved
being independent. Now, it is a rare moment that I can do things on my own. </span></span></span></span></div>
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20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is: Photography. My
diagnosis made me choose to do things now. I love photography, I will be taking classes
on it to learn everything my camera can do, but I enjoy capturing everyday
beauty and the odd things here and there. </span></span></span></span></div>
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21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: Go ride roller
coasters all by myself. </span></span></span></span></div>
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22. My illness has taught me: to slow down and take things in stride. It has
taught me that there is no shame in asking for help. </span></span></span></span></div>
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23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is:
having to explain what MS is. I get a lot of blank stares, weird responses,
etc., it gets very tiring having to explain it all the time. Or, finding
someone that “knows” what it is but getting “Oh, I know someone (my aunt,
dogtrainer, etc.) that has MS, they cured it with xyz cure (gargling with
magma, chewing twigs, whatever.) You should try that.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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24. But I love it when people: try to understand and step back and let me live
my life. If I need help, I’ll ask, but I love it when people enjoy things with
me instead of keeping me from it or hovering. </span></span></span></span></div>
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25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is:
Hope. I adore “The only thing stronger than fear is Hope.” I also love Dr. Seuss’s
– “Say what you mean and mean what you say because those that matter don’t mind
and those that mind don’t matter.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: Hang tough! It’s your
life, live it your way. </span></span></span></span></div>
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27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: The amount of things I can still do. Not to
mention, all the information and learning out there. Even in the last couple
years, advancements have been leaps and bounds.</span></span></span></span></div>
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28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: be
genuinely kind. Let me nap with no feelings of guilt so I could get back to
doing. </span></span></span></span></div>
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29. I’m involved with </span></span></span><a href="http://invisibleillnessweek.com/" target="_blank" title="Invisible Illness Week"><span style="background: white; color: #000066; line-height: 115%; text-decoration: none;">Invisible
Illness Week</span></a><span style="background: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> because: It’s only
invisible if we keep it that way. Bringing it out into the sunlight will help
advance our research and hopefully end the stigmas and bring a cure. </span></span></div>
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30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: vulnerable but I’ll
always answer truthfully about things asked. Otherwise, how else do we learn. </span></span></div>
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Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-3510667662536859512014-05-28T07:54:00.001-07:002014-06-05T09:27:10.242-07:00MS Impacts Us AllPlease take a few moments to watch this video and feel free to share!!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/LHaBV_zJ86A" width="480"></iframe>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-49411125592728189362014-02-11T13:43:00.005-08:002014-06-05T09:26:42.027-07:00Fight the fights worth fighting!!!<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know my writings have been hit or miss in the past, but I’m
trying. My memory isn’t what it used to be. Too many things to do and not
enough time. The kids think I play games to waste time, they don’t understand
that it is how I keep my brain active. Hidden Item games are amazing for
keeping the memory going and so are puzzle games. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, I had a thought today. When asked for the billionth
time about how I cope with having MS, I reply that I just keep putting one foot
in front of the other. You know, like the <span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">Abominable<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Snowman and
that song from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. “Just one foot in front of the
other, and soon you’ll be walking out the door.” You know you remember that
movie. Bombie is one of my favorite characters and now he is my inspiration on
most days. Just getting out of bed is a victory. People don’t get it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How is it that you are in so much pain and so sick but you
keep working? Uhm, duh. I’m broke. I need the health care benefits and the
paycheck. Sure, I could quit my job, forfeit my pension, and live off of disability
for the rest of my life, but I can’t afford to live like that. I want to live.
I want my life. To me, that is giving up. Don’t get me wrong, for some, it’s
the only option. My husband is physically disabled and is on disability, but it
was a fight, a three year fight, to get him on it. Without it, doom. It helps.
He worked a lot of years to earn the right to have that available to him.
Thankfully, his working paid for his disability payments and gives him access
to Medicare. Thank the heavens. Without that health care, we’d be deeper in
medical bills than we already are. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This situation and conversation with a coworker is what
triggered my thought today. Remember the movie, “The American President,” with Michael
Douglas and Annette Bening? Great movie. One of my favorites. There is a moment
in that movie, where Michael Douglas’ character is having a heated discussion
with his Chief of Staff, A.J. MacInerny played by Martin Sheen and discussing
the situation at hand. A.J. has the best line in this movie while discussing fights
that can be won and he says, “You fight the fights that need fighting.” Awesome
line. Thank you, Mr. Aaron Sorkin. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want a shirt that says that on the back and Finding a cure
for MS on the front. What do you think? <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m tired of getting the “But you don’t look sick,” comments.
I’m just tired of the charming people that lend their opinions to all these new
fangled diets and trends that they seem to think will cure my MS. I say thank
you to them for caring about me, but seriously, don’t you think I’ve tried that
stuff? Those things aren’t for everyone, every body is different and need different
things. Mine happens to need more Vitamin D. For some reason my system seems to
have a hatred for the stuff and refuses to process it naturally. So difficult. LoL.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, I have decided to try and enjoy life a bit more. Try
to live while I can. I’m starting a bucket list. I’m trying to chill but I’m
not fragile. Not yet. I can still do some things for myself. Like two other
favorite quotes, “MS is a bitch, but I’m not MS’ bitch,” and “I have MS, but it
doesn’t have me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fight the fights worth fighting, people! </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That’s how we get
things done! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peace!</span></span></span></div>
Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-76121088935936280892013-07-14T14:54:00.000-07:002013-07-14T14:54:16.240-07:00Okay, Okay, I know....So, yes, I have Multiple Sclerosis. Meh.<br />
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I thought I'd be ready for the actual diagnosis, but I was wrong. It hit like a ton of bricks. Mostly because I have to explain it to a lot of people. They have no idea what it is. Sigh.<br />
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I'm learning to live with it though. I have a great doctor. A great support system and I am learning to take it easy. Okay, two out of three of those are true.<br />
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It's hard stopping life and rejudging it for what you can and cannot do. But I'm trying.<br />
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<br />Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-80769468696735690742012-11-29T12:39:00.004-08:002012-11-29T12:39:33.825-08:00Book Review: Wool by Hugh Howey<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the immortal words
of Richard O’Brian in his lyrics for“Planet, Schmanet, Janet,” “A mental mind
fuck can be nice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To begin with, this is
a rather melancholy dystopian story. You follow the main character, Holston,
through his reasoning for questioning his life. It’s well written and a solid
read. The story grabs you and doesn’t want to let you go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Holston is going through
the remorse and sadness of losing his wife. He questions his life, his home,
his government, just as anyone would. The problem is this story is
post-apocalyptic and his entire society is holed up in a refurbished missile
silo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Outside is horrid. Air
filled with harmful gases and skin torturing winds; or is it? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There is a truth hidden
in this society. Those in charge work hard to maintain order and keep the truth
hidden. When someone questions the truth, they are allowed to do as they please
and go outside. The trade-off is that the person who desires to leave, must
take out the cleaner and wool and clean the cameras for the rest of the people
staying behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Holston doesn’t realize
the truth until he goes outside himself and removes his helmet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I sat for a bit and had
to think about this story. It took me a little bit to really wrap my head
around the conclusion. I was going to write that I felt a bit cheated in the
story until I found out that this is only book one and there is a Wool Omnibus
with books 1-5 in it. There is also a prequel titled “First Shift – Legacy”
which is book 6 in the series. I have been told that although book 6 is a
prequel, you really should read the omnibus first then the prequel so you truly
understand the story. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If the other 5 books
are as creative as the first, I’m hooked. Book 1 is currently free on Amazon
for Kindle but I would recommend the Omnibus for $5.99. As soon as my pennies
add up and my TBR pile decreases a bit, I’ll be reading them and sharing more
info here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I just found out that a Book 7 has been released as of November 12, 2012 - Totally on my TBR list now. </span></div>
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Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-27769019703254984362012-11-29T12:31:00.001-08:002012-11-29T12:40:12.957-08:00Is Laughter The Best Medicine? | Yahoo! HealthAs someone that enjoys laughing at herself and stupid jokes, I thought I'd share this article. Enjoy!!!<br />
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Many laughs for you!<br />
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<a href="http://health.yahoo.net/experts/dayinhealth/laughter-best-medicine">Is Laughter The Best Medicine? | Yahoo! Health</a>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-75107524668636705882012-11-15T11:43:00.001-08:002012-11-15T11:44:30.627-08:00Book Review: 50 Shades of Grey (or “The story of how I knew I didn’t care for the Twilight books/movies at all so why did I think I would enjoy this”)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I didn’t know that
these books (there are three) were basically Twilight Fan Fiction with the
names of the characters changed. Ah, the 20/20 vision of hindsight. People were
calling it “Mommy Porn” and that intrigued me a bit. I mean I like a little
naughty now and then so why not. And there were lots of people swooning over
it. (Should have been my first clue but I’m not that quick sometimes.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dear heavens above,
what a freaking waste of my time, money, and life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am going to admit,
here and now, in writing, that I could NOT finish the first book. Nope. Couldn’t
do it. I got about a third of the way in and all I wanted to do was smack the
crap out of Ana and chain Mr. Gray up in a psychiatrist’s office for a year or
two. Good grief. You would be hard pressed to find two more dysfunctional
people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wanted to scream at
them. I thought there for a while there was blood coming out of my eyes while I
tried to keep them focused on the page to read this crap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then one night, I was
sitting in my livingroom, with two of my daughters and we got talking about
books and 50 Shades came up. I pounced. I told them that I couldn’t figure out
why, but the book was just rubbing me the wrong way, I was having the hardest
time reading it. I thought it was drivel and painful to read. You can guess
what happened next. My girls started busting up and laughing at me.
(eyeroll) I tried to put on my “Mom
Face” and glare at them while asking why there were laughing at their mom (this
time). Sigh. My eldest reminded me that I hated Twilight. I said that I did.
She then told me that, of course, I’d hate 50 Shades because it was just Twilight
fan fiction that the author had changed the names in. She said that Ana was
Bella and Gray was Edward and Jose was Jacob. I almost cried. Come on,
seriously? Ugh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, I did what any self
respecting mother would do, I laughed with them. Sigh. Then I backed out of the
book on my Kindle and removed the books off of her. What a waste of almost $30.
Lesson learned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, there are a lot of
people out there that enjoyed Twilight and the 50 Shades series and I say
“hurrah” to you. I am happy that you do. Everyone should have books/movies that
delight them. I have nothing bad to say to those people. Just please, and yes,
I am begging here, please do NOT talk about them with me. They make my head
hurt. </span><span style="font-family: Harrington;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-78226689668110253152012-10-04T12:42:00.001-07:002012-11-15T11:45:18.856-08:00Over myself I think....Ok. I think I am over myself at the moment. I thought about deleting my last post but then I though, no...it's a true statement. Depression does suck and it sucks more when you have no way to really let out the stress bottled up inside you.<br />
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I want to throw stuff. Really just toss stuff around. Random things. However, I don't. For a couple reasons. First, I can't throw hard or accurately or for any distance - like that paper airplane you toss but lands at your feet? That's me with a ball some days. So, what would the point be?<br />
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Secondly, I'd have to pick it all up. Where's the fun in going batshit crazy for a period of time tossing things about if you are the one that has to clean it all up? You spend the time cleaning bitching about the mess you made. Oh, and if anything broke? Then you bitch at yourself about the money you now have to put out to replace something.<br />
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Finally? I'd wear myself out so badly that I'd hurt for a month.<br />
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It's so difficult to communicate with normals. They just don't understand. Not to mention those peeps that spend their entire lives complaining about this ache or that pain or the one's that ask you how you feel and when you tell them say, "Now you know how I feel" or "Join the club."<br />
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Uhm, no. No, I don't really. And you have no clue how I feel. I hate those sayings. Seriously, what a freaking cop-out and rude as hell.<br />
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NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL or JOIN THE CLUB<br />
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Now you know how I feel? Why? You have MS/Fibro/Misc Neuro Condition, too? Wow. Awesome.<br />
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or...<br />
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Can I join the club? Will we get jackets? Are refreshments provided? I ask because my stomach has issues with some foods and I don't like the heartburn that comes after.<br />
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It's so hard to get people to understand how you feel. A really good friend linked me to a great article called "The Spoon Theory" by Christine Miserandino. Her website is <a href="http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/" target="_blank">www.butyoudontlooksick.com</a> and is amazing. The article is a great way to explain how people with "invisible" illnesses live.<br />
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Honestly, if you know someone with Lupus, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, or anything like that, her site is a great place to get some helpful info about how to be supportive and thoughtful.<br />
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Misplaced "friendly" and "helpful" comments are often more hurtful to our psyches than many would think. It drives me nuts to be thought an invalid. I know what my limits are and I choose to accomplish what I can with what I have, but don't think I can't do anything. I can do whatever I choose to do. It's my choice. If I choose to do something and know I'll pay the consequences for it, it is still my choice.<br />
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Like the time I went to my son's high school play the day after a really, really problem filled, complication riddled spinal tap. I went in sweats, sat on a pillow, and was on major pain pills, but I saw my son and enjoyed myself. It made me happier to be there and watch him than it would have had I stayed at home, moped, cried, and lay in bed. It was my choice.<br />
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Also, don't assume because I say I am tired that I am done for the day. Again, this is my choice. I know that if I am running low, I can rest. I rest then resume my activity that I choose to do. Don't think I'm not going to finish or I'm going to "flake" on it and take it upon yourself to either finish it for me or make excuses for my not finishing it. Back off. I know my limits.<br />
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Yes, sometimes I go over my limits, but I know the consequences and honestly, I can plan for them. If I know that something like going to my kids' activities is going to tap me then I plan for a restful next day.<br />
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I have always been a bit anal retentive about calendars and planning things, but I find I am so much more like that now. I'm a scheduler and I really get pissy when someone or something, like my health, gets in my way.<br />
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Go check out Christine's site. Venture to the links. Think of it as a fun and educational vacation into knowledge. Even now, in my 40's, I try to learn something new everyday. I encourage it in others.Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-88847639634594194492012-06-14T08:48:00.001-07:002012-11-15T11:46:03.226-08:00Okay, I suck...I have a bunch of posts that I haven't had the freaking energy to even copy and paste into my blog. Sorry, guys, I suck. It's not like anyone reads this shit anyway. I feel like that grumpy little dude from "Sydney White" who says "it's not about being read, it's about being written."<br />
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Whatever.<br />
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Let me tell you something, you random person that might one day read this...Depression sucks. Sucks fucking big time. Right now, I couldn't give a rat's rear end about who reads this and who doesn't. I also couldn't care less about most others right now. Right now, I have just about lost my faith in almost everyone in my life.<br />
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You have no idea. I don't even want to read right now. Nope. And if you knew me outside of the interwebz, you would understand how freaking serious that is. I love books. I love reading. Usually. But right now, I have no clue why I even bothered to charge my Kindle.<br />
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Screw Y Chromosomes. You guys just suck. Seriously. First of all, I don't really know one I can trust and count on anymore. I mean there might be a couple...like my dad....or this one friend... but I don't want to burden this one Y Chromosome with my issues because he has enough of his own.<br />
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I am not that hard to please. Honestly. Seriously. It doesn't take a lot of work. I'm fairly low maintenance. But FUCK, get with it.<br />
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Whatever<br />
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Bugger off friends that only want to be your friend when they need something. I have no issues with friends that have been there for you, and really need you. Feel that they can call you when they have a problem. BUT when they never call to say HI or Let's do coffee, or whatever...only to say, Hey, can you ...<br />
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Whatever.<br />
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Get a life, children that can't grasp it. Selfish little snots. Been there for you whenever you've needed me, but you can't be big hearted enough to even talk to me when I need you or adult enough to give others a chance. Go buy your own food and shit.<br />
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Whatever.<br />
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I've just about had it. I'm at the end of my thread. I have no patience left, no hope, no trust in others, and certainly, no faith in government. I need a cave to crawl into and just be alone for awhile. Maybe have a good cry.<br />
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Next person that asks me for something? Fuck off. I give up.<br />
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Too bad I am too damn responsible to just quit and run away. Heaven forbid I quit my job and take care of me. I mean, then I wouldn't be able to be your mall.<br />
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To those that may actually care, I apologize for you having to read through my rant and I'll get back to regular blogs soon. Maybe. I hope.<br />
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<br />Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-58582567312253800872012-04-04T14:38:00.000-07:002012-04-04T14:38:02.145-07:00Still Proud to be A Honker Mom!<br />
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So much drama is going on today over an issue that happened
last night at a JV Baseball game between my son’s school, Yuba City High
School, and a local rival, Del Campo High School. Now, I’ll put this right out
there, when I was in high school at Mira Loma, we didn’t think too highly of DC
either. Them and El Camino HS. Rivalries Happen.</div>
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So, yesterday, game is progressing. The score is 3-3 in the
6<sup>th</sup> inning. There has been a lot of back and forth trash talking
between the teams. That happens. It’s part of the game. The next thing that
happens, isn’t usually part of the game. The First Base Coach for DC said **something**
(No, I have no clue what he said) to YC’s pitcher and dugout. It must have been
a good one because the next thing you know, the pitcher is flinging the ball at
the FB Coach. Huh? Seriously? Sigh. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on
which side of this fence you are on, the ball missed the coach. However, next
thing you know, the YC dugout empties and a brawl ensues. (I’ll link everything
at the bottom for your perusing pleasure.)</div>
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Now, I wasn’t there. The HS baseball team was too cliquey
for my son to get on so he went to performing arts. (Which he ROCKS at by the
way!!) However, he’s be on Varsity by now anyway as a senior, but I digress. (I'll write a fun entry about Seussical soon.)</div>
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Here is my take on this whole nightmare. Trash talking is
part of a game AND it is a game. Remember, game? Fun? Game = fun? (Just wanted
to get that out there.) Rivalries happen. I had them in high school and as an
avid sports fan, I have them now (hear that A’s fans!! Lol) But rivalries
shouldn’t resort to violence. The comebacks and the comments shouldn’t be in good
natured ribbing – no racial cracks, don’t talk about someone’s mother, etc. </div>
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Some little tart whipped out her phone and recorded the last
part of the “incident” complete with her commentary (highly enlightening - NOT) and her excitement about
getting to post it to YouTube. Personally, if that is your life’s ambition, you
need to rethink your goals and priorities. In this video, we see the DC FB
Coach chatting it up with people on the
sidelines for DC. Talking about the incident. Now, honestly, insert brain
filter. As a member of the coaching staff, and quite possibly the match to this
fuse, he should have kept his mouth shut. This is a situation being reviewed by
the respective teams and schools not onlookers. Do not discuss this outside the
school offices. Highly unprofessional and definitely unsportsmanlike conduct. There
are words and tones there that could be used against him. </div>
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I have a couple words that everyone on that field needs to
review and permanently place in their memories. The first one is sportsmanship.
Then there is compassion, responsibility, role model, and tact. No one involved,
except for the referee’s as far as I could see, embraced any of these
vocabulary words. Players, parents, onlookers, or coaching staff. Tempers
flared and chaos ensued.</div>
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Seriously, take the ribbing like a man. It is what it is. Something
to rile you up and get you off your game. If you are professional and mature
about the whole thing, you’d let it roll off your back like water off a duck. Deal
with it. If you let it get to you, they have won. There is no reason to start a
brawl like that, ever.</div>
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Hopefully, the truth will come out, tempers will cool, and
yes, unfortunately, a few boys are going to look back on this incident in 20
years and be very angry at themselves and full of regret as it may possibly
ruin their baseball careers. If not just for the rest of their high school days,
maybe their lives. Sad, that is. I am sure there will be suspensions and maybe
an expelling due to this and I’m sad for them, but the choice was theirs: take
it like a man, or act the idiot. The idiot won. Unfortunately, the idiot won
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I also hope that BOTH schools will dispense the appropriate
amount of punishment. I am truly hoping that DC doesn’t brush this under the
rug but instead, realizes the actual situation and the comments made and punish
the coach adequately. While the brawl should never occurred, neither should a
comment that could incite such ire have been said. I don’t know what was said
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Point is, we are all human. No one is more special than
anyone else. No one is all that and a bag of chips. We all put our pants on one
leg at a time and we are ALL a mirror of the school. As are the DC people. This
does not shine a golden light on either school. </div>
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So, while I am disappointed in the behavior that represented
YCHS last night, I am still proud to be a Honker Mom. I know too many other
kids that attend that school and give it a bright and positive reputation every
day. Maybe they aren’t as public as the athletic clubs. Maybe they aren’t
deemed as important as the athletic clubs. But they are special, kind, amazing,
intelligent, sweet, considerate, mature, and conscientious every day and that
behavior makes me proud to be a Honker Mom. </div>
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<a href="http://www.advarsitysports.com/articles/city-3513-yuba-high.html">http://www.advarsitysports.com/articles/city-3513-yuba-high.html</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46948126/ns/local_news-sacramento_ca/t/del-campo-yuba-city-baseball-brawl-posted-youtube/#.T3y8c_BQ69U">http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46948126/ns/local_news-sacramento_ca/t/del-campo-yuba-city-baseball-brawl-posted-youtube/#.T3y8c_BQ69U</a></div>
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<a href="http://youtu.be/RD0Vvk7jQT8">http://youtu.be/RD0Vvk7jQT8</a></div>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-76278896589561156532012-04-04T11:53:00.000-07:002012-11-15T11:46:33.567-08:00Places to Visit - Had to Share - Too Funny<br />
I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.<br />
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I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.<br />
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I have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work. I live close so it's a short drive.<br />
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I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.<br />
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I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go and I try not to visit there too often.<br />
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I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm. <br />
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Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.<br />
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One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenaline flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!<br />
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And, sometimes I think I am in Vincible but life shows me I am not.<br />
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People keep telling me I'm in Denial, but I'm positive I've never been there before!<br />
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I have been in Deepsh-t many times; the older I get, the easier it is to get there. I actually kind of enjoy it there.<br />
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So far, I haven't been in Continent, but my travel agent says I'll be going soon.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Personal Notes:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">I have been in Cahoots. However, if I tell you about it, I'd have to kill you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">I've been in Sane so much that I have the t-shirt, key ring, and tote bag.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">I've given up in Vincible - turned in my cape and mask.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">LOL, hope you are smiling, too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Smoochies, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">DL</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">P.S. This is to loosen you up to a more serious post later. Sigh.</span>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-70557257511822465742012-04-02T19:31:00.000-07:002012-11-15T11:47:19.121-08:00Bunnies and Buses<br />
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But I have some really fun friends. They’re Monkeys. Well,
they are Code Monkeys. They write games. Games for Facebook and in the future,
maybe for Android and iPhones. Sweet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, this last weekend they got together, Code Monkeys from
different companies and different areas of expertise to participate in Moly Jam
2012. This is where a bunch of Code Monkeys get together and spend 48 hours
crunching banana chips and writing code to make a new game. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In the span of 48 hours, they write a new game. A playable
game. And my guys wrote a cute game involving little bunny clones from space.
These maniacal little fur balls are seriously evil. They are trying to keep
commuters from making their bus. Now, as a bus commuter, if some little fluffy
cutey-pie bunny wants to keep me off of my commuter bus, I’d be all for it. But
I digress.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Go check out what I consider the best game of the weekend. A
group of very talented gentlemen worked on this game who are now exhausted but
thrilled with their product. I can’t seem to get past level 5 but it’s just a
blast. Place bunnies in the path of the commuters and watch them suck the
carrots (the commuters’ payment to ride the bus) from the commuters. If the
poor commuters don’t have enough carrots to ride the bus they can’t get on.
Your Fur-Filled mission is to keep them off the bus. Now, as your carrots
accumulate, you can upgrade your bunnies. Their circle radius of destruction gets
bigger and they can grab more carrots. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s a blast. A total blast and my hope is that these busy
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and bunches of bananas. And hugs, lots of hugs. I <3 you guys!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thought they did a great job. The movie was entertaining,
the actors were awesome, and the sense of drama was intense in places. There
was a part where both my daughter and I knew it was coming, we read the books,
and we still jumped. That’s pretty awesome when a director can do that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, I have seen a movie and found out after that there was
a book beforehand and if the movie had peaked my interest, then I’ll go find
the book and read it. It’s happened. True, the reverse has also happened where
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I am currently in a debate with a co-worker about The Hunger
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I read the first book at the request of my daughter who,
knowing where my tastes run, suggested that I would like it. Okay. It was a
simple request, since my daughter and I have a lot of the same tastes in books
and movies, suggestions to each other are usually met with interest. </div>
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Now, back to my co-worker, he has stated that he does not
read unless forced. The last book he read was because it was assigned for a
class. Sigh. That is the only way that he has read any of the classics, few as
that may have been. I asked him about Shakespeare, Hemingway, Orwell, etc.,
only read in school. I asked him if he had read Animal Farm, no. Hell, I read
that book in 5<sup>th</sup> grade. </div>
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So, this brings us to The Hunger Games. Now, I haven’t seen
the movie yet. I am going tomorrow evening with my kids and their friends. I
can’t wait. I have read the complete trilogy and therefore, am looking forward
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My co-worker has seen it and knowing that I have read the
books, has been in my office every day this week asking me questions about it.
My main answer now, after trying to explain things to him, is “Read the damn
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Why do they make the kids kill each other in the arena? It’s
explained in the book. I then tried to explain the situation of the post-apocalyptic
environment and the Capital’s desire to keep everyone under their thumb. Hmmmmm…..
Then he comes back with “Why?” again. Ugh. I compare it to the Romans with the
Christians and lions. Entertainment value for the citizens of the Capital. “But
why?” Grrr… seriously? How old are we? Five? So then I compare the arena
fighting to the gladiators. “But they were more evenly matched?” **OMFG** Back
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District 11, about how people are upset that the characters were of a certain
racial background. (Was that politically correct enough? Mind you my co-worker
and I are of two different racial backgrounds even different from the D11
Tribs.) Seriously? This is an issue here? Again **OMFG** Read the damn book. It
describes in the book how the people from District 11 are all a dark skinned
people. There are a ton of different races on this earth all with varying skin
colors. (This is a whole other rant for me, but I digress…that one is later.)</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">READ THE DAMN BOOK!!</span></div>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-47579824289274173242012-03-29T11:20:00.001-07:002012-11-15T11:48:45.982-08:00Weird or Just Right<br />
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I have neon green nails with glitter, thank-you-very-much. I
have green apple gummi bear ear buds for my iPod that is wrapped in a 1959
Sleeping Beauty-Princess Aurora Skin. I love funky watches and I am a huge
geek. Oh, and the funkier and weirder the earrings? I’ll wear them. Hell, I
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I love to watch my kids play video games. I love to play
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I listen to weird music. I like all sorts. I list to JPop with my kids, Journey, classical, rock, blues, R&B. I am seriously eclectic. </div>
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I am a Dragon trapped in a Human body. Seriously. Ask my
kids. I love dragons. Not the grizzly, morbid, scary ones, but the thoughtful,
don’t-touch-my-books-or-treasure types. I have an inner dragon that I call my
inner bitch. Be careful if you let her out, because she doesn’t go back into
her box easily. However, I am actually fairly even tempered. I don’t sweat the
small stuff. I don’t concern myself with the things I cannot change. I do not
have a time machine in my pocket. I learn from my mistakes and I move on. </div>
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I enjoy reading and crafting. I like to crochet when my
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I play Dungeons & Dragons, love watching people play
40K, and like silly video games like Jak & Daxter, Cat in the Hat, and
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I watch anime and read webcomics. Currently, I love Diesel
Sweeties, Ends N Means, and Girls with Slingshots. (See links.) I am waiting
(un)patiently for a Kurtis plushie from Ends N Means but I know that will come
eventually. I have a Doom Kitty Glow-in-the-Dark T-shirt and watch Star Trek,
Star Wars, and Big Bang Theory. </div>
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If this makes me a geek or weird, then I will wear those
labels with pride. Because if that also means you have an unconditional friend,
a shoulder to weep on, a Human Dragon to fight battles with you, and someone to
laugh with? Then, as my daughter says, Hells Yeah I’m a weird geek.</div>
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Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-79815523987558214992012-03-22T09:16:00.002-07:002012-11-15T11:49:42.664-08:00Children - Lovable Midgets or Pawns? And Marriage - Civil Unions for Everyone!!<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">
<span style="color: #454545;">Okay, my rant for the day. My inner bitch clawed her way out of her box today when I read an article the other day about Gay Marriage and what happens to children of same sex couples when they split up. Grr..she was spitting fire. My scales were flaming because this is dredging up the Federal Law regarding the rights of sperm and egg donors and their rights to child rearing and visitation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">According to the law, sperm and egg donors have no legal rights to the child born using their donations via in-vitro fertilization. Okay, I get that. But when the egg belongs to a woman in a same sex relationship, and is inserted into the partner, with all intentions of raising this child as theirs, together, there are rights here.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">This is no different than a woman giving an egg to a surrogate when she can’t carry to term. Is the surrogate given parental rights because she was the “birth” mother? Not usually.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; text-align: -webkit-auto;">To me, this is fairly cut and dry. If you used any medical procedure to gestate a child to be raised and loved by you and your partner, regardless of sex, then the two partners both have equal rights to the child in visitation, custody, and love. They both have a right to monitor the health and raising of that child just like a hetero couple.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">If one partner gives up their rights, then that is different. But if you gave birth using your partners egg? Deal with it, you may be the “birth” mother but you wouldn’t have that child without the egg of your partner. How difficult is this to figure out? Blarg. Race, sex, marital status has nothing to do with this. It is all about parental rights of a partnership of people committed to loving, caring, and raising a child. That child should never be a pawn in your relationship squabbles. If you do not want to be with your partner anymore, respect the child’s right to know both parents. Quit short changing your child for your petty arguments.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Unfortunately, this discussion then deteriorated into a discussion based on faith and the moral wrongness of same sex marriage. This is what lit my inner bitch’s fire. She was ticked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; text-align: -webkit-auto;">We, as a general rule, have become lazy. All of us. We use the term “marriage” and “marry” for so many meanings that we forget the basis of the word. I mean, I can get really technical and quote my boyfriend, Webster, and list the meaning of the word but we could argue that to the end of days. I mean we use the word “marry” in construction when “marrying” two joints together in carpentry or welding. Am I the only girl that knows this? I know I am not.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">There is a difference, but maybe not the one you are thinking of right now. I am not talking about the spousal rights, religious, or governmental rights of an individual in a relationship, per se, but something just a tad different and I want others to really think about it.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">There is a difference between "marriage" and a civil union. A "marriage" is religious, whereas, a "civil union" is legal. You notice you have to have a license for both your church and the state in order to get “married”. "Marriage" has become synonymous for both. So, you enter into marriage in a church while at the same time entering into a civil contract under the state. If you got married in a church but not with the state legal union document, it would be recognized in the church only, not the state. Making it impossible for you to claim spousal rights in an employment or governmental situation. And Vice Versa, if you got civilly "married" at the recorder's office, it wouldn't be recognized by most religions because you </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">weren't</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;"> married in a church. You need both for religious, but one for legal.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">Leave them alone. There should never be anything different in a civil union for a hetero couple and a civil union for a gay couple. Period. Churches are for religious relationships with one's higher power, not legal. Keep your religion out of my rights. Your civil union giving you spousal rights to your significant other's employment benefits, or anything else for that matter, should never be different from another couple's EVER - regardless of religious or sexual preference. It's like saying that a Catholic marriage is more "legal" than a Protestant one. Get over it. Keep religion out of it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545;">Let’s remember that Church and State are separate for a reason. There are too many people trying to blur or erase those lines. Not cool.<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-39395492727473002922012-03-22T09:04:00.001-07:002012-03-22T09:15:58.302-07:00Phew - Technical Difficulties - Sigh<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >Okay, so after a few technical difficulties, I am back. Been a long couple months, but I am back on track. Woot!</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >Okay, I think I am back on track. Sigh.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >So, you will start seeing my posts on a more regular basis. Even if it is just to check in and say hi!! The fact that I needed my daughter to help me figure this page/site out is actually embarrassing. But there it is. I will ask that you forgive any misspellings that spell check doesn’t catch in my posts. My neuro condition has a symptom of making me misspell words that any 3rd grader can spell. Sigh. Sucks, but there it is.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >I have been working on my bucket list. My view is this: if I keep working on it, and keep adding to it, then I can’t waste away. I’ll have too much to do and those that know me know that I hate leaving a to do list undone. It drives me nuts. I have managed to chip away a few of my OCD traits over the years and it’s been good for me. Not worrying so much about little crap. Letting stuff roll. I tend to go by the rule of if I can’t fix it, I have to let it go.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >I preach that there is always a way. It may not be obvious, but it’s there. You just have to find it. The harder it is to find, the more important the situation.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p id="yui_3_2_0_1_1332432805244120" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1332432805244117">In another post today, you will get my first formal spewing of opinion. Trust me, you unlock that door, be careful what you let out. My inner bitch is a force to be reckoned with. She’s mighty nasty at times and rather difficult to lock back up in her box. Feisty Wench.</span></p><p id="yui_3_2_0_1_1332432805244120" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >So, I do take suggestions. If someone has one of those 100 questions a day or pictures a day things, send it to me and I’ll try to do it on my blog. Let you guys see some of the eccentricities that run through my head. Wink! I know I am an odd duck, but I’m a cute duck.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >Kick me an email, ask me a question, ask me an opinion, and I’ll give it to ya!</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >Smoochies –</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >DL</span></p>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-47409861530027181072011-06-17T16:19:00.000-07:002011-06-17T16:34:17.835-07:00The Trouble with RealityThe trouble with reality is it tends to kick you in the ass especially when you are down. I've decided to take my blog in a couple directions. If you are subscribed to it and start finding what I say or think iffy, unsub. I'm tired of saying everything that everyone expects. <div><br /></div><div>First of all, small update. Gene had his 10th knee surgery yesterday, 5th on his left knee. Had to catch up to the right knee after all. As it was the 10th knee surgery, I somehow felt that I should throw a party but I digress. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for me and why I'm starting to redirect my blog is that I've gone through about 2 1/2 years now of testing trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. We've managed to rule out Lupus, Thyroid, Lyme Disease, and a multitude of others. So...as a diagnosis of exclusion, we've started with Fibromyalgia. I have always thought that this was a disease/syndrome that was bogus. I've learned differently. While I still believe that it's symptoms can be "faked" by those that just want pain pills or an excuse not to work or get on disability (which with Fibro it's hard as hell), I have found that it's a nasty little thing if you do really have it. We still haven't completely given up the testing for MS but since you can have Fibro and CFS with MS, it's still possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have joined and quit more Fibro support groups than I can count. I am tired of people that just sit around and whine. My doctor said to watch out for depression since the meds I am on and the limits I have on my activities cause a drop in serotonin in the brain thus causing depression. I am at a point where I'm not depressed, I'm pissed off. I'm frustrated, upset, annoyed and pissed off. However, I do have days where I get so frustrated that I do get moody, but it's usually because I don't get the help I need to get things done. I'd probably be frustrated and upset about those items if I didn't have Fibro. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, the doc's also think I have some type of immune deficiency. It's a long hard process and I'm smack in the middle of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate it. Period. It has been a really rough day and I have a feeling there are going to be a lot more... Reality bites. </div>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-25479042371346350612009-01-20T11:26:00.001-08:002009-01-20T11:26:57.896-08:00Christmas Pic of the kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufkRYpWNmRbh9VlDw-at1lfoh73q6uG5D-xbEwLqbTXheAnOzcBc5lr_YQsuEoxckQGatSG4d-OStwQdxqToqI6yQtZcvUXVk6jnskI0ZFAoxfHOsLc8mR-Uz7pr259xyZ3YutX73NgI/s1600-h/LexandChi2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293459557128303554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufkRYpWNmRbh9VlDw-at1lfoh73q6uG5D-xbEwLqbTXheAnOzcBc5lr_YQsuEoxckQGatSG4d-OStwQdxqToqI6yQtZcvUXVk6jnskI0ZFAoxfHOsLc8mR-Uz7pr259xyZ3YutX73NgI/s320/LexandChi2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am hoping that the picture is imbedded in this...:) never really works the way I want it to. But I am putting in the Christmas pic of the kids since a bunch of cards (all mailed at the same place) seem to have not arrived. So, here it is...I have to say that I think this one is one of my favorites. Genuine smiles - no poses....of course, it took Alexa's boyfriend, Jaymes, giving me rabbit ears to get it, but I'll take what I can get. </div>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-58166503948238210832009-01-20T11:05:00.001-08:002009-01-20T11:26:08.264-08:00Sorry, All, been busy....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlo_BdhwOq8_vxrHWniJe4Pluqr3a8op693pPeIxIBcOwnA6-m6tHemgfqDzNRmqiYErpflP5BxiLBeMGpUGIjUtGZdfOzdNr0AVzC1XuFMwagh7XbaSvO5PocnXNi2PLlciTDYvnVPw/s1600-h/LexandChi2008.jpg"></a><br /><div>Okay, Let's see...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Gene has been doing well, the third and fourth days out were bad and the muscles and tissues are hurting still. Incision is healing very well, doc is very pleased.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The pain from before the surgery is going away down his arms and the strength is coming back little by little, it is still early, so we will see what happens. The numbness is still there and the doc says that this is normal and it may go away a bit or it may never go away. I figure numb is one thing, just make him stop hurting.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>His neck is still very painful and when we saw the doc yesterday, he asked Gene, "It feels like someone has hit you with a baseball bat, yes?" Yep, that was exactly how Gene was describing it at home. Doc says this is normal due to the things they had to do during surgery to the muscles and such. Please don't ask me to describe it. It makes me shiver and I wasn't the one having it done. When they use words like scrap and ratchet, well, you see my point. Anyway, the doc says that this will last for a couple more weeks while the muscles, tendons, and tissues heal.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He will continue to be in the collar for 3 to 4 months, but the doc is pleased with how he is healing. Said the previous surgical area looked good and healed when he went in and that was a very good thing. Gene is doing well. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Other news, made it through Gene's birthday with the sore throat. He managed a bit, but mashed potatoes are still a hit.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Chi went back to school last week and is going well. Alexa started her second semester of college today so she will be out and about. Good thing is she has a TV course Mondays and Wednesdays in the afternoon so she will be in class but at home. </div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Love you all...I will try to keep everyone posted more as his healing progresses and this will go back to being a regular blog but feel free to come and visit.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-34700504350057587892009-01-06T09:08:00.000-08:002009-01-06T09:15:35.866-08:00HomeWell, we just got the word that they are kicking us out of here this morning. LOL.<br /><br />Gene's incision looks good. His neck is swollen a bit, but we were warned that it would be. He seems to be talking okay, but gets tired talking after a while. <br /><br />He is eating well too. Something I am glad of - means that I don't have to adjust his diet too much. <br /><br />Now it is just about getting him home to where he will be more comfy.<br /><br />So, we are waiting for the paperwork and we will be heading home. We should be home and settled after noon.Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-45249532591442680772009-01-05T13:16:00.000-08:002009-01-05T13:20:02.955-08:00RoomsWell, this time went much better than last. He is awake and ... talking. Go figure. Color is good and he falls asleep here and there but okay. He is also eating soft foods....already. <br /><br />Not to mention, they already have him in a room. So, there it is. He is sore and even though he is talking, it isn't comfy, so we will keep talking to a minimum today and see how it goes.<br /><br />So, off to find myself something for lunch and chill out for a while. My cell is on and our emails are up so if you want to communicate with him you can.Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224209003340539267.post-69370002108774934832009-01-05T11:05:00.001-08:002009-01-05T11:07:15.612-08:00Surgery DoneOkay, I just met with the Doc and he said the surgery went really well. He was pleased by the bone structure to support the screws. So, I am waiting for them to let me know when I can go into recovery to stay with him until they get him into a room. <br /><br />As soon as I have a room number, I will let everyone know here.<br /><br />Off to the recovery room.......Dragonladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603802728022691776noreply@blogger.com0