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Although I sometimes forget the location of my blog, I still post to it every once in awhile. Hope you enjoy my stories and follow my blog and post comments.

Who, what, where and when. I am serious about living near my family now and in the future. Family is important. They once were small and now they're grown. They are baby men, that is men who haven't yet reached their peak. I love Justin and Vince. Jus is the fireman, Vince is the scholar. I pray for them all the time. I want them to have a good life. A happy life. They are and they will.

This is a test.

Save yourself from verbal abuse

Why are people verbally abusive. I'd say they have personal insecurities.
I always try to live in the solution; not the problem.
Some want to dwell on the problem; so counterproductive
It's important to pray for the offender, so that they may be uplifted by God's love.
They also can be very self-centered and set in their ways.
I try to be open to others opinions and points of few; it works for me.
Life's too short to waste on resentments; besides it's been proven resentments lead to diseases such as cancer and heart disease.
So, my fellow readers, try to keep your chin up and look at the sunny side of those uncomfortable times and counter them by realizing it's not worth your own negative reactions, just start meditating and expressing your feelings in a calm/ rationale manner.

The Royal Thrown ( toilet)

You know you are a V.I.P. when many people care how much you pee and when you poop. After many years of feeling insignificant in this great big world, I suddenly became the center of many professional people's interest.
If you haven't guessed yet, I was recently a surgery patient in a local hospital.
It begins the moment your transferred from surgery to a regular room. Every half hour, someone is inspecting the surgery site, testing your vitals (pulse, blood pressure, lung sounds), they hang new bags of fluid, they ask you your pain level, they ask if you have "voided yet." Answering no, I almost felt their palpable disappointment. Then there is the extra medicine which must be injected either into the main line in my hand or into my belly.
One bright light, they put me on a continuous morphine drip with the button to push for an extra dose every six minutes (yeah, I was high but the pain was down to a three (1-10 scale).
Now back to the pee and poop. After gingerly getting down off the bed for the first time, I got to the bathroom and peed in the plastic receptacle. This container was routinely poured into a measuring cup and notated on a pee volume chart.
First special moment, my urine was important enough to my care that it was precisely measured and notated. I made sure to always pee in the plastic insert and not the water so they're measurements would not be off.
The poop became the stuff of hospital legend. You see due to my type of surgery, I was not allowed to leave the hospital until I had the legendary first bowel movement. I began receiving daily laxatives. I walked alot, as I was told that would help. Every day, lots of gas but no bowel movement. A little joke from the exhusband, "a fart is just a terd whistling for the right of way." Anyway, every new nursing shift (every 8 hours) my new nurse inquired as to my bowel movement. The doctor upped the laxative power, new more potent stuff, meant to open up the clogged drains. But with all the walking . . still nothing.
Do you know what it is like to be on "poop watch." As I rounded the nurses station on my many daily walks I felt them talking about my lack of pooping. I wanted to do it for them but especially for me as I was ready to leave the confining walls of my little room and the hall corridors.
Well, halleuha one precious moment some poop came out.
During the nurses next visit I was able to answer yes to the "did you have a bowel movement" question. Well her reaction was so excited, "good, and she went to inspect just to see for herself." Word spread like wild fire, every medical professional, including my doc who entered my room after that, congratulated me on my going. It brought me back to my early potty training when mommy and daddy had a celebration over that first non-diaper poop.
I was doubly rewarded by my doctor's release from my hospital captivity. Yeah for the poop! Halleluah, congratulations, good job, you finally did it; these were just a few of the accolades I received from all levels of the staff.
Now back home, they don't care how much or how often I pee and they don't even want to know if I poop.
Oh well, back to obscurity. A regular person. No more "Royal Thrown" treatment. But it sure made me feel important while it lasted.

Heart Ache

I feel real pain in my heart, it is broken. My sweet friendly friend died last week. I am glad to be busy because the pain from the greif hurts unbearably.
What exactly does it feel like? Like there is an anvil sitting on my chest and I can't breath and the pressure hurts and I it is pressing down on my diaphram making it hard to breath. I don't like this pain, that's why I don't like death and dying. Those who leave, leave; those who stay hurt, miss them, want them back, think about the memories as to do so will somehow keep them with us longer. Dream about them, good ones mostly. Hear their voice. Feel their presence. Talk to them, silently or out loud.
I need a friend to make the pain go away, but no, I've found it to be a solitary condition. Alone and in pain, how long will this last.
I think during the memorial we will all bond and have some closure.
But for now, heart achey pain.
Owww, Ouch, Owww, Ouch
Lord make it stop, save me from this pain. Receive Carol into your arms. May she rest in your peace. For this I ask in Jesus' mighty name. Amen

Craziness in Academia Land

Never enough time
Study not sleep
Caffein
Sheer will power
Fight the weary body
Eye strain
Block out all distractions
Give yourself infractions
No quitting
No giving up
Focus on the goal
Nothing but net
Aim high
Work hard but smart
Breath
Try to take breaks
Take walks (they're good for a brain boost)
Break large assignments down into manageble bites
Keep the large picture in mind
Collaborate
Talk about your work
Think about your work (make the time)
Believe you can do it
Failure is not an option
Breath again
Love Your Family (but let them cook)
Remember, to ask God's blessings