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Even the uneventful can be funny…

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So, last night, in my gaming world, we were about to go kill this character who attacked the head of our family. This game is based on big Families and Clans. But, while waiting for the call to arms, my character, and her boyfriend, were just sitting together outside of the place were people get married or adopt others. We had been there because we attended several ceremonies in the family of the last few days.

So, while everyone was preparing weapons and locating the target, his character tied up mine and hefted her over his shoulders, walked into the place, and they got married. No one was the wiser until nearly 24 hours later…when the enemies newpaper announced the binding.

Oh, our family was shocked. They has been fighting along side of us all night and hadnt noticed. We never gave any hints that we were planning to wed any time soon to begin with. We just upped the timing. It was perfect.

So, when our family found out through a third party source…an enemies at that…oh, that was a hoot. I simply told them all thats what happens when two spies get together…we do stealthy things.

So that was entertaining. We killed the target, though he is trying to make a comeback tonight, so we are watching him to thwart him.

I play this game with a great group of people. My best friend being one of them. Her character is married to the head of the family. Its highly entertaining.

So, I am sorry to have such a short posting for you today, but I am tired, my back hurts, and I am still getting scornful mail for not sharing the wedding with everyone to attend…lol.

My back is killing me. I called and am scheduled to have a series of injections on the 17th, and I will be talking to my doc about fixing the herniated discs in my lower spine…my thought is that it might alleviate some of the pressure on my nerves.

Lets hope.

Be sweet, my darlings!


Some of my favorite blogs…

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So, I spend a great deal of time reading and discovering new blogs. I am going to list for you several that I keep coming back to due to their content. They are very unique in their own ways. Some are about cats, dogs, baby animals. Some are inspirational. Some of educational and helpful for indie writers. And some are simply entertaining, because they allow you a glimpse into another persons life.

So, on with the list:

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keithgarrettpoetry.com

kaineandrews.com

brittabottle.com

johncoyote.wordpress.com

bythemightymumford.wordpress.com

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muscleheaded.wordpress.com

smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com

disorientedmom.wordpress.com

depressionless.wordpress.com

totallyerotic.wordpress.com

bipoiarus.wordpress.com

beautifulkittens.wordpress.com

horror.org

raforallhorror.blogspot.com

hellhorror.com

horrorfreaknews.com

thisishorror.co.uk

brokehorrorfan.com

horror-asylum.com

horrorpedia.com

little-blog-of-horrors.com

nightmarenookhorrorblog.blogspot.com

yearofhorror.wordpress.com

isobelandcat.wordpress.com

dailywritingtips.com

blog.nanowrimo.org

blackcatastrophy.com

kittenarchive.wordpress.com

feedmykitty.wordpress.com

catsatthebar.org

There are SO many others. Angells Book Reviews and Courtney Wendeltons. And this doesn’t even cover many of the Blogger blogs I follow.

I am also honored that many of these bloggers follow my blog as well. Before my hiatus, I had called for people who would like to be interviewed and have their books or blog highlighted here, and a few stepped forward. There are still a few I am trying to get in touch with. Those interviews will be coming soon. I have so many questions I want to ask, I have to scale down my questionnaire a bit…lol.

Do you have a favored author or blogger that you follow? Want to share them here in the comments? I will gladly give them a look and see if they would like to be spotlighted here. Do you wish to be spotlighted? As I have said before, it’s for books, authors, bloggers…cat lovers, coffee enthusiasts…lol.

I would love to get as many as possible, covering all walks of life. I want to build brigdes and watch my favorite people mix and meet, but I dont want to do the traditions mix and meets that most other blogs do. I always have to do things the hardway, and, well, the oddball way. ..lol.

So dont be shy and step right up!

 

Be sweet!

 

 


Awake in the Sleeping World

It is not out of the ordinary to be awake when everyone I know is sleeping soundly, as they should be. Tonight, however, my back pain is not giving me that pleasure. And it’s not just my back, it goes down to my left leg, leaving it useless. I can only lift that leg so high before my body say ‘oh, no, you better check yourself missy!’

The problem doesn’t stop there, either. Due to the nerve damaged in my nerves in my lower back, I tend to lean on my right leg more, sending that knee into fits of pain. My cats like to sleep near my knees, keeping constant pressure there.

I don’t like to fall back on taking my Hydrocodone very often. I did take one when I took my night time meds to get to sleep, but, they have worn off and here I sit.

Next month, I restart pool therapy, which I really love. It will be in a difference place than I had gone to before. It sounds amazing from what I have researched on the place. Stationary bike IN the pool, aquarobics, and hat is Monday, Wednesday and Friday. When I feel I have outgrown the training there, I can move into the move advanced, harder workout they hold Tuesday and Thursday. This classes are an hour and a half long.

This place has even combined Zoomba and aquarobics. They say it is very, very strong stuff. And with my disability, I may not be able to perform it.

I am looking forward to just the general pool therapy, and the man-child will be coming with me to help get his knee back in condition since his surgery. In another 6 months, he will be eligible for a partial knee replacement, which his doctor said will indeed happened, because his knee is kaput, but just like me, he has to jump through those insurance loops and hoops.

I was getting spinal injection in my lower spine for my nerve damage pain, but the insurance will only allow so many over the course of 12 months. So my family doctor is helping me manage my pain with the Hydrocodone.

As it is almost 2am, and this is a pretty often occurrence for me, I usually have something to do. Book to read, movie to watch…but tonight, I seem too tired to do any of those. I want to close my eyes and sleep again, but, I know I will be trudging my way down the hallway in another hour again, so why bother.

The cats are playing with their newest toy, so I may let them entertain me. That’s something I never consider as time wasted.

So I will be signing off for now. I suspect I will post again sometime during the daylight hours.

 

Happy Dreaming ~


Online Shopping

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It can become a real addiction. I straddle that line. I absolutely love shopping online, however, I do know where to shop safely. I usually stick to Amazon, Wal-Mart and Book stores. I tend to avoid EBay. I have heard too many horror stories there.

I have grand lovely, very meticulously sorted Lists on Amazon. I know I will end up deleted items along the way as my ‘need’ for them wanes. That’s why I place things in the lists rather than buying them outright.

I do love using Amazons Prime Pantry for non-perishable foods. It’s quick, easy, and I can find most things cheaper than my local stores. And the selections can be better at times, too.

Sometimes I get impulsive on shopping for clothes. It depends on the season and what is on clearance. Full Beauty and Woman Within are my favorites, as I can buy big oversized t-shirts and sweaters, but pants and shorts that fit me well.

Another favorite thing about using my Amazon Prime, is that I can purchase an item as a surprise for someone else, for their birthday or holiday, and have it shipped straight to them, gift wrapped and all. My best friend loves books, so I like giving her gift cards for eBooks. It works for both of us, as she has excellent taste in reading material, and I have one of her old kindles, so I am logged into her account. Reading for both of us! I try not to read the same book she is to not mess up her book mark or anything though. It works out great between us.

Now, I will tell you, for a horror writer, I do not like to sleep without a night light. Funny, I know. However, it’s not for fear of the dark. It’s more to do with me getting up and tripping over cat toys, cats, or painfully ramming my thigh into the corner of my bedside table. I need to see. I recently purchased myself a nightlight that is a silicone cat. They are everywhere, marketed for children’s rooms. It is standard with a soft white light, but if you tap it a few times it changes colors. I thought it was nifty, and hey, it’s a CAT!

Bed sheets and comforters. I love them. I have way too many sets. I still buy them. >.>

I did make an impulsive buy that I will firmly hold my best friend accountable for. I bought a color changing Jellyfish aquarium. Yes, they are silicone Jellyfish, but I have seen these things for myself, and move very life like. I had to have it. I didn’t need it though. I will feel guilty once it arrives, struggle with whether I should return it or not, and then make peace with myself and love it.

As for office supplies. Let’s just say that when I die, I leave a legacy of office supplies that will carry my grandkids and great grandkids though school, college and work for a good while.

And speaking of office things…I have an addiction to external hard drives. I don’t know why. I have 3 of them now. Who really needs 3 external drives? I haven’t even put anything on one of them.

Shopping, shopping, and shopping. It’s fun, but so deadly…lol.

My cats have more toys than needed, however, they do play with everything they have. Each has their own particular playthings. Some like the sparkly balls, some like the noisy toys, and some like the little fake mice. They ALL love the cardboard scratchers. And what a mess those things make >.<  .

Candles…if you ever want to send me a gift, just ask for my favorite scents. Really, I actually use the little wax melts in my electric burners more. Swan Creek Candle Co. is one of those things I found at a gift shop in a gas station on a road trip. I bought two different scent packs. They were awesome and potent, longer lasting than the stuff they sale at Wal-Mart. So I found them on the internet and now order directly from them. I try every scent they have, making note of my favorites. Thus far, there are only three I don’t care for. And now that they have their fall/winter seasons out, I put in my order for those. I would say I order once every 4-6 months from them. I even got my best friend hooked on them.

Well, that’s a peek into my shopping addictions and loves. Oh, and faults.

Do you have a favorite quirky shopping flair? Anything you HAVE to have on a regular basis? Chime in…it may start me on a new obsession.

 

Be sweet, my darlings!

 

 


Fall is here…sort of…

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Well, October 1 has come and gone.

How many of you are already feeling the Halloween spirit? Have you started decorating? Have you chosen costumes for your kids or yourself?

Sadly, decorating and dressing up is kind of pointless where I live. My house in the boonies. In the time I have lived here I have never once had a single trick-or-treater.

So, in light of that, we usually go out to Ruby Tuesdays for a nice dinner. I’ve dressed up before, as a witch, but, I kind of look the part for Halloween all year long with my funky colored hair and weird t-shirts.

I kind of miss living in an area with people. Having kids coming to the door in their precious little costumes and things like that. However, my need for being away from the public at large outweighs that.

Fall hasn’t really come to lower Alabama yet. It is in the 70s at night, very humid, and we are still pushing the upper 80s and lower 90s during the day. We usually don’t get much in the way of an autumn. In my area, we don’t even get the beautiful changing colors of the leaves. Too many pine trees and tree that just suddenly lose their leaves with no color change. They grass turns to a wheat color. It doesn’t grow, so that means there are 7 acres that no one has to get out on the riding lawn mower to take care of.

Sports reign supreme. My man sits on the weekends and watches football all day. Cooking is a bit more fun, as we tend to grill a lot for these game days. Boston Butts are smoked, briskets, and steaks are grilled to perfection. It’s really very nice. Especially since that man can really work a grill. Everything he cooks comes out spectacular!

My daughter’s birthday is today! 28 years old. Man, I reeeallllyyy feel old. I am very proud of her. I love her fiancé to bits as well, and he has a 5 year old daughter who just makes me smile with pride. She is so sweet and cute and colors me pictures that I hang on the fridge and various cork boards in my office. Sadly, there is a custody battle going on for her, and her mother refuses to let us see her. I miss her little face a lot. She has her own room here in my house, and sometime I peek in there. The cats like sitting in her windows, but I think they feel her absence too. They all adore her, and she isn’t too rough with them. She is a bright good, with a wonderful spirit.

So, to move on from the slightly depressing stuff, the fall months mean that NaNoWriMo will be upon us in November. I am looking forward to my duties as Municipal Liaison with the library. We have already scheduled out Write In times and dates, and they also have listed themselves as a Come Write In spot for anyone, at any time. Great bunch of people!

So, this was a simple ‘whats on my mind’ post. I will be posting as often as I can. Ideally, a post a day would be awesome. As well as interviews and promoting other peoples books and blogs. Expect reblogs as well on articles I come across.

So, signing off for now.

Enjoy a picture of some of my cats!! Sid, Siefer and Quin!

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No sleep, book news and musings…

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Again, I have disappeared for an extended amount of time. I tend to do that. I have tried keeping up with my snail mail pen pals, my last round of letters went unanswered but a few.

 

I am in one of my sleepless modes again. Musing my little musings.

 

I have a book a should be writing. The sequel to The Road of Darkness shouldnt be taking so long. I mean, the book is there, nearly done. I read over what I’ve written and end up scrapping it part of the way in. So, I have my beginning and my ending…though missing my middle. I am in a rut…a terrible, terrible rut of how Addison is making her way through her journey. I keep falling into this trapping that changes who she us meant to be. She is meant to be strong, fierce…she is meant to be disliked.

 

I’ve always held a fondness for unlikable characters that do have some redeeming qualities. I have had a reviewer state that they just couldn’t get into the character because she was SO unlikable in the fact that she did not discriminate in who she killed…especially the women and children. Well…thats what big bad vampires do.

 

So here in my second book I am finding Addison is softening up…and I do not like it. Yes, change is needed for her character developement, but I don’t want to change the core of her, and that’s what I keep sliding into. It’s horribly frustrating.

 

I have been writing short stories, and actively Role Play story writing in my time as I struggle with this.

 

I’ve also pondered trying to get some of these short stories and what-not published. I am looking at small publications, just my short stories here and there. So, if anyone knows some names they’d like to toss my way, I would appreciate it. I could always self publish a short story compilation, but I really am curious as to outside people looking over them and what I have to offer, seeing as I do write for more than one genre.

 

I have been on a voracious reading spree. I have revisited Eric R Lowthers novel and short story compilation, and find myself wanting more. He seem to be suffering what I am, as his second novel was promised in 2014 and it is yet to be produced. I love that mans writing, genius in the zombie genre.

 

Serial Killers…a passion of mine, I have read 3 books on the subject in the last 3 days. Oh, and one trivia and fact book.

 

I have no been very social…I mean, like, at all. I havent been visiting my favorite blogs, Facebook, twitters, etc.. I am sorry for that. I have even been a little withdrawn in my little gaming world. It’s a phase, I’m sure.

 

In health news, I have a new spinal doctor, and we are working on a pain management, and eventual elimination plan. I am currently pain-free as I write this and it feels remarkable.

 

The kittehs are well. All six of them. Okay, I will confess, they are terrors. All six of them. Spencer, or who I call ‘Lil man’, is the newest that I had brought home from my best friends place in New Mexico. He has grown like a weed, yet still looks so remarkably kitten-like. He is the king of holy terror as well. It is going on 5am and he is ripping through the house playing and antagonizing the older cats.

 

I really would like some sleep right about now. I tried about an hour ago and pretty much tossed and turned, got hot, then cold, and finally the cats playing dragged me from my bed once again.

 

Maybe I just sleep better during the daylight hours. Honestly, though inconvenient, I like my nights. No one to bother me, no phone ringing, the house is quiet-ish. Sleeping through the day can be hassle because of the phone, people, things to be done. Blah.

 

Well, I suppose I have rambled enough. I will get some stories posted to entertain you shortly. Dont forget about me!!!

 

I need help.

 

 

 

 


Hacked!!!

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So, apparently, I was hacked. Multiple accounts. My site, my Facebook, my Twitter and Tumblr…and my Skype.

So, my deepest apologies to any of you who received weird links from me, and scamming stuff. I truly had no idea.

 

Just goes to show that no matter how creative you get with passwords, someone will get around it.

 

And at first, I wasn’t able to get around it. I had to enlist help.

 

However, hopefully, everything is sorted, and my precious site and my precious readers are safe from any malicious links or people pretending to be me.

 

I am deeply sorry to you all.

 

Enjoy the piece of smut a recently posted. Some people will accept that as currency. LOL.

 

Love you all!!!

 


Memorial Day…my thoughts…

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Today is the US Holiday of Memorial Day, to remember those of the military who gave their lives in the duty of their country.

 

Now, I am from a military family. My dad was Army, my husband was Army and my brother is currently in the Army. My daughter is about to join the Air Force.

 

They are all still alive. All of them have been in the war zone, however, and have seen their fellow soldiers fall.

 

Today is not to be all about BBQs and swimming and fun. Sure, those things can be had, but its also about remembering what has been given from all branches of the military.

 

Some enlist for financial reasons, some enlist for a true calling to be in the military and its way of life. Trust me, being raised and married to the military is an experience like none other.

 

Take a moment of the day to think about ALL the lives lost. Some of our soldiers, men and women, some barely out of their teens, have died serving in wars that we may not have really gotten involved in. (I wont bring politics into this).Its senseless death. But they should be honored for their sacrifice, for following their leaders. They gave an oath and upheld that oath to the highest degree.

 

Have a safe and happy day, and to those of you who have served or are currently serving, bless you all.

Love you all, my sweets!


Mental Illness from my perspective

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I suffer from many disorders of the mind. Chemical imbalances, terrible phobias, psychotic tendencies.

 

Back in the day, the mid 80’s, the medical world did not have the aptitude for mental illness that it does now, so, as my mental illnesses emerged and ran rampant in my early and mid-teens, I received more disapproving looks and glares than actual help.

 

There is nothing more painful than a 15 year old who has been cutting for a few years to overhear a shrink tell your parents it’s a cry for ‘attention’. They also dumped the blame on my mother, who was riddled with guilt for years thinking she had done something wrong in raising me. Cutting and self-mutilation are not cries for help. There is actually a chemical reaction within the brain that cutting and pain produces, while also the act of pain itself is an indicator that you can indeed feel, and it feels good.

 

One of my suicide attempts at 16 landed me in the hospital for a good while. Do you know what the therapy consisted of? The doctors yelling at me and threatening me to straighten up and fly right and quit being a ‘brat’. This same mentality also deems suicide as ‘selfish’. Suicide is not a selfish action. If someone commits suicide, it was not for selfish reasons or to hurt those who cared for them. It is a release from all that is twisted and broken on the inside.

 

To this day, one of my nearest and dearest tries to argue that I am selfish for even entertaining suicidal thoughts. It hurts when you can’t change a stigma. However, I am honest in my feelings when asked.

 

I wear many scars of my cutting. I’ve hand many trips to the ER because I let things get out of my control. My best friend gets sad when she looks at my scars. She, however, does not lecture. She empathizes the best she can. Most of my friends do. I don’t have many friends, really, a bare handful that I will sit down with face to face. I like my friends to be pen pals or online friends due to my own quirks that society doesn’t deem acceptable.

 

I had a complete nervous breakdown in 2004. With that mental collapse came acute agoraphobia. I stayed inside, rarely even leaving the bedroom. I had my nest there…all my needed things. Computer, books and all my comforts.

 

Getting me to leave the house for something important, such as a doctor’s appointment, when I finally gave in to see one, took nearly a month to plan. Part of agoraphobia and social anxiety is ‘mapping your route’. In my ‘mapping’ I refused left hand turns. I know this sounds so illogical, but this is simply one instance of how my mind works and copes with things.

 

Through therapy and medicine, my agoraphobia is more under control. I mean, look…I am teaching classes at the local library. I’ve been to Arizona and New Mexico several times to see my best friend. Yes, I am medicated throughout the journey, but the point is…I am leaving my comfort zone.

 

Speaking of ‘comfort zones’, I have carefully and painstakingly crafted my own personal room within my house. It was once the garage, but the original owners turned it into a sunken den sort of thing. It’s very big. I could put a bed in here if not for all my bookcases and swords and general (very odd) toys. Everything has its place. When anyone else comes in here and moves something, it irritates me to no end. Others may see this room as just an office, but to me it is so much more. This is my haven. And when I say I don’t spend any time in any other place in the house, I am being completely honest. I recently purchased a new living room suit with the intent of spending more time in the living room enjoying movies and whatnot with the family. It’s been two months now, that has yet to happen.

 

Obviously I am getting better at social situations, so long as they are controlled, like the classes I teach at the library. Though, don’t call me up and say ‘how about I introduce you to some of my friends and we go out for dinner?’ That would be a no. I have one close friend here locally that I will meet up with for coffee, or go to our favorite lunch spot. Sometimes with nothing more than a few hours’ notice. That’s a huge step for me. An accomplishment.

 

A large part of going out west to see my best friend and going down to Dothan to meet with my other close friend is that they empathize. They have taken the time to know me and understand me, and would never ask anything of me that would tax my limits. These people are rare and very much loved by me. They ask questions sometimes, to better understand things, and that’s good! It shows me they want to know the limits and they are looking out for my comfort levels.

 

One thing I am not in control of, despite the heavy medications, is my bipolar disorder. When I am in a manic high, well…its best to lock me in a room with no sharp objects and let me talk a lot, because I tend to get very chatty and animated. When I am in a down, you will be lucky to get me out of my room. I tend not to take care of myself as well. No sleep, no food, I neglect personal hygiene to a point. I am just utterly sad and feel so very alone. It’s painful.

 

When my bipolar disorder gets out of whack, so does my schizophrenia. I hear things. Sometimes just awful things. I used to see things a lot, but not so much anymore. I may see a flutter or shadow from my peripheral vision. Hearing the voices though…that’s something I can definitely do without. My meds usually keep me on a pretty even keel, and when I do slide up or down, it’s not as terribly drastic as before the meds.

 

I also have severe depression with psychotic tendencies. Pretty self-explanatory.

 

I feel things very deeply sometimes. It really depends on what it is. I have little empathy for the population at large. However, don’t ever let me see animal abuse.

 

Most of the time, I take criticism very well. I mean, you have to when you are a writer or artist. You are under scrutiny. I’ve tried to take all my reviews that were less than favorable as learning experiences.

 

However, someone in a game I play said my writing was ‘underwhelming’. I have not written anything on that site since. I can’t bring myself to do it. I feel ashamed. I feel as if the whole community on that site is sitting back looking at everything I’ve ever written there (we’re talking 15 years of stories) and just grimacing as they read my words. It’s like a wound that just won’t close…it keeps bleeding and bleeding…and it only took one person to inflict it and drive me away.

 

As with most people that are on a lot of medications, when I am feeling good and happy, I tend to think I don’t need the meds. Huge mistake. I will admit, when I have a writing piece that needs to be done, or, say, NaNoWriMo is here, I will only take half doses of my bipolar meds, because yes, they honestly make me feel a little zombie-like. I am a very doped up person. In this little cheat time when I half my daily dose, it takes maybe a week before I start sliding up or down. In cases of an event like NaNoWriMo it is pretty solid that I will slip into a manic high.

 

I have admitted this all to my psychiatrist, and now every three months he orders blood work to check my Depakote serum levels. Damn it…he makes it hard to cheat!!

 

Another little thing I learned is to come up with tales of how I got hurt and need stitches. I used to be honest with the ER. Then my record made them stricter with me. They put me in a room to be stitched up, but they take my shoes, keys, purse, phone and even my water! So, the last time I did go to the ER, I had a wild tale as of how something sliced my arm.

 

I don’t know why I still cut. Sometimes, the thought just comes into my head and before I know it, I’m sitting there with a bloody rag and a feeling of calm. A serene calm. Other times, when I am manic, it seems to be a focal point for me, because my brain can’t seem to grasp hold of any one thing for more than a moment.

 

Are mental illnesses curable? No, I don’t think so. They are treatable, however. It takes a while. I’ve been trying and changing medications over the course of the last…almost 15 years or so. Hell, I was just changed to a new anti-depressant last month. It’s working, too! My Depakote has to be adjusted a lot though, it seems.

 

I think I am trying to make a point with this post…

 

If you know someone who seems like their struggling, try to help them. I know insurance and the cost of everything makes it very hard for people to get the treatment they need and the meds. Having good friends makes a lot of difference, too. Be a support system. If you suspect someone is hurting themselves, do not admonish them for it. Try to talk to them. Get to the heart of it. I have 4 people right at this very moment, at 3am, that I could call and they would not be grumpy or grouchy that I called them and woke them up. They would talk to me, ease me, their words would be meaningful and gentle and encouraging for me not to hurt myself. They would be there even if I just needed to cry. And I hate crying.

 

Mental illness is not a fad. Yes, I know there are people out there who claim to have illnesses that they don’t for the attention or benefits, but not everyone. In this day and age, depression is on the rise. When people do seek help, you aren’t just prescribed something and everything turns out fine and dandy. My first round of meds sent me so far out of control it was scary. A lot of the treatment is trial and error until you find something that fits with your body and brains chemical disposition.

 

Well, I’ve just rambled on, haven’t I?

 

In addition to the brain, my body is currently out of sorts as well. I took a trip to my family practice doc on Monday for a chest cold. I have COPD, so I don’t play when it comes to chest colds. Turns out I have myself a case of bronchitis. Antibiotics and cough syrup with codeine in it and I am still feeling like poo two days later. I get hot and then cold, I can’t sleep.

 

To top all that off, its pollen season here in the good old south. Everything outside is covered in a layer of yellow pollen. Allergies Ahoy!!! And with the pollen and nice temps, come all the bugs of the South. Ew.

 

The kittehs are all doing great. The kitten is growing well, though I think he is stunted from his time being lost and alone and eating nothing but bugs and stuff until my best friend found him.

 

Since cats are cats, and not all of mine get along, I can’t get a nice group photo. So, I think this weekend I will enlist the help of the daughter in setting up a nice background and sitting each cat up for a photo. Try to make it look all professional. Cyd and Siefer would sit together, and BaxterMarie would sit with Jeff. Any of the cats would sit with Jeff…he’s cool with everyone. However, little Spencer thinks it’s always playtime, so that’s going to be a challenge. And Quinny won’t sit still with anyone. Wow…this is starting to sound like a task…lol.

 

It has been almost 30 days since my last blog entry. For that, I am sorry. I lose readership and that’s sad, and totally my fault.

 

I have thought long and hard about even writing on this particular subject. It’s filled my mind every day, while I play with the cats, rearrange my office for the millionth time, read, write and put together my new computer. Oh, yes…new computer. Thank the stars above that I am super paranoid about losing my documents, programs, pictures and music. Everything is backed up on both Dropbox and an external hard drive…I didn’t lose a thing. And the new PC is awesome.

 

I’ll close this up by encouraging you to think things over, maybe open up some discussion in the comments.

 

I’m going to strive harder to not let 30 days pass without an entry again. It’s time to share some stories!


Another 30…

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As you can see, the kitten, Spencer, is getting bigger. He is a mighty terror. No toes are safe. He is still small for his age, malnutrition of being seperated from his feral mother and colony so little stunting his growth. He did get that happy trip to the vet to get his man parts …snipped.

 

In other news, my little sisters biopsy came back positive, so now the family is pooling our resources to send what money we can for treatment.

 

I had a shrink appointment earlier this week that left me asking myself ‘will I ever be free from all of this’, meaning mental illness. The answer is no. No one really ‘recovers’ from mental illness.

 

I am also very sick right now. I had to go to the doctor yesterday for x-rays and a breathing treatment. I have bronchitis. I got myself some antibiotics and cough syrup with codiene. Cant beat that. Still feel sick, but groovy at the same time.

 

I have not gotten a lot of writing done lately. Nope. I found something new to waste my time on. The ground level of a new game. Beta testing and bugs. Its entertaining. Irritation in some instances, but entertaining none the less.

 

So thats my update for now. I know its a little pitiful, but its sort of reflecting how I feel at the moment. To all those of you I owe snail mail letters to, dont lose hope, I have things underway for those!

 

~squish~


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