Saturday, November 25, 2017

a collection of my mind lint

Folks, lets just do.

*gets out sharpie*

Holidays

Pens in *holimonthandthreefourths*

Sneaking up on this inevitable conclusion is irking the editor in me.

When I was a kid it was holiday.

Then without me noticing it warped into holidays.

We know its going there, lets give it that final shove.

LOL.

surgery in 4 days. Everyone at work is doing there damndest to make me sick. Back off boogaloo! It has taken me 16+ years to work up the nerve to have this surgery, we have invested over 6000$...it's HAPPENING.

Writers have to write. We are driven. I have a story that is now inserting itself into my dreams.  I'm like  "I hear you man! I will put you to paper, just hang on!."

Now that my physical and mental heath stuff is calming down, I'm turning my attention to getting my children back on track. I've missed them. While I have been sick we all drifted apart as a family. I have the energy to step back up and be a interactive parent again.

Odd thought. My life cycles every 17 years. Due for a cycle. hmmm.

I feel like I should end this blabbering with a poem...but I will spare you and end with a peeking Poofer.



Thursday, November 16, 2017

still kicking

After 14 days I finally got well.

Turned 52 without incident.

dying to blog, have a ton of stories to input.

as well as a dream that was spectacular. rattlesnake kittens? why are there not venomous cats?


Thursday, November 2, 2017

Vloging for a change *trigger for anxiety riddled sick as a dog babbling*

I was scheduled for rectocele surgery on Nov 1st. and a shit storm of things caused it not to happen.

Surgery info: https://intermountainhealthcare.org/ext/Dcmnt?ncid=520693034

I know you all will want to see the before and after pictures right?

BWHAHAHAHHA! you think she's kidding don't you?

Because of the delay you all get to suffer and listen to my whine. Your excited I know.

One of the things I had to do for surgery prep was not take anything for pain, and no muscle relaxers and nothing for anxiety. So my pain level shot off the scale and my mental health deteriorated. Like really really bad.

So I thought I would give you a front row seat to my mind.

Might want a seat belt, just saying...






Good lord, that sound was SO LOUD, it just filled every nook of the house!