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 One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
| This week has been a roller coaster from hell. My 22 year old niece has a 6" tumor in her left lung. We were waiting on results from the biopsy she had yesterday, but that wasn't soon enough. Today she was rushed to the hospital with pericardial effusion. There's an issue with insurance until tomorrow when she will be admitted to ICU from the ER. We are all reeling, and it sucks being so far away and not being there for everyone. I'm gutted. Fuck cancer! All I can do is wait, pray and hope that it's curable and not the other alternative. |
| You know, I've always known medical insurance was a scam. But I swear, how insanely big of a racket it is, definitely is eye opening. For the torn ligament in my finger, I wear two, what they tetm, buddy bands, little velcro straps that keep my pinky and ring finger snug together. I think it's been about eight weeks now. With the weather hitting 100 degrees lately, the bands get sweaty, and icky, and I hate them! Plus, they get stretched out as my fingers shrink from the swelling going down. Imagine my surprise when the bill arrives for two bands, to the tune of $80  .The fact that my insurance covered half of that boggles my damn mind. I needed extras and bought six of them off Amazon for less than $7. Someone seriously needs to tell me why I need to fork over another $40 dollars to cover those disgusting mark up. It is absolutely ridiculous. Writing this on my phone just reminded me that I have to call my insurance for a bill, for an office and Doctor that I've never been to. This ought to be a fun conversation! Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18  StephBee   |
| Thursday is garbage night. I gather the garbage, toss it into the bins, and usually drag it to the curb while hubby cuts the lawn. I admit I was lazy yesterday and took my sweet time. I finally grabbed the two bags to go out, and out to the garage, opened the side door, pushed the bin from the wall, and flipped the lid back. It's normal, I don't even think about it. I go back into the garbage, grab the first bag, toss it in, and then Hissss, growl, hissssss. "Holy shit," I scream, flip the lid back closed and take a few steps back. I admit I was shocked to see a racoon in my damn garbage. And I must have looked like an insane person as I rushed the backyard to grab hubby, who wasn't in the backyard. Now I had to trek back to the front yard, which meant passing the bin. I find him in front, heading to the garage to put the tractor away. I start waving my arms, yelling, "There's a raccoon in the garbage. I can see that he's unsure whether I'm messing around with him or not. So, hubby's idea of figuring it out is to drive the tractor into the side of the bin and see what happens.  I got nothing. All I know is, that animal scared the shit out of me. I didn't have to take the bin to the curb. And somehow, that raccoon escaped with the entire bag of garbage by morning. Tagging: StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 |
And, I'm waaaaayyyy effing behind  I haven't done anything for "I Write in 2025"  this month. I figured that since I signed up for "The Beatles Musical Extravaganza" , it would help me catch up at I write. WRONG! I have three short stories started, but they are currently stored on my phone. Helpful!Physical therapy is kicking my ass. It takes two days for my hand to stop aching like it's sitting in a damn vise. I am making progress, typing is still, all fingers of the left hand engaged, thumb, first, and middle finger of the right. Every time I forget and try to reach forward and strike a key with the ring finger, it's like the tip of a knife searing through my finger. I don't know how I forgot what PT was like after hand surgery, when I've been through this before on the thumb of my left hand—pain, misery, and finally, victory. At least, that's my hope. I have several tests scheduled for the upcoming weeks. My vertigo has cleared up, as the crystal moved back into place in my right ear. WooHoo!! I have a hearing test scheduled for Tuesday to see why I hear better in one ear than the other. We may be able to rule out Meniere's Disease. Looking forward to that. The following week, I have a CT scan of my lungs and the lovely bone density test. I was supposed to see the hand surgeon this morning, but they moved my appt later today, which is in like an hour. I'm hoping to get these buddy bands off today. It's hot and itchy and driving me mad, mad MAD I tell ya!  And I do realize, I am behind with "The Bard's Hall Contest" as well. But hey, I think I managed 4 posts. Here's to hoping I can manage all 10.Tagging StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 |
| Aaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh. Needed to get that out of my system Little Miss Nai is doing well. But, because it's me, and this is the way things go, we have one week left in the incubation period. Incubation? You ask. Yep. My daughter-in-law developed Shingles in the last week of her pregnancy. And, they looked at her rash in the hospital and said it was nothing. By the middle of the week she was a mess, freaking out, and went to her doctor, who confirmed her suspicions. I swear i thought it was heat rash. And I cannot say whether I actually touched it or not, so it's safe to say that ol T and Nai are in that waiting period. Kaia has had 3 sleep overs now, and as much as I love having her sleep over, that 3 year old, with all that energy, and smarts is exhausting!  Plus, she forgets nothing. It's wise not to promise her anything, because that girl will remind you every chance she gets.Missing work is tough, because no one really steps up. If they do, it's the bare minimum. So when I don’t show up for 2 days, it's added work. Which means I'm at the gas station more than I like to be. I keep trying to stay positive. We will pay off the property in September of 2027, but I swear I won't make it. It sucks going into a place you don't like. Worse when you own it. My mom's trying to get out of the house now, since she has reverted back to her teens. I hate this disease, hate watching her mind slip away. Last week she was looking for her parents. When my sister told her they passed away, she cried for an hour straight, like the loss hit her for the first time. It's heartbreaking. And now, the world has decided to make another monumental dip into the shithole of hell, and push us to the brink of WW3. Am I seriously the only one who thinks that these little men, with little brains and even smaller penis' need to fuck off and let the women of the world try and make it a better place? 🤷♀️, I doubt it could get worse. I mean, we apparently are all too emotional according to these warmongering maniacs. That's my two cents anyway. Tagging: StephBee ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18  |
| Induction night is here!! We can't wait to meet Miss Nai. Tonight we are having a "slumber party" with Kaia. That kid cracks me up. We set up my office with her own blow up mattress. She has toys here, but had to bring more, including slime. I hate slime, it's so gross. The funniest thing is that Kaia hates touching food, but will actively play with slime, while saying, "Teta, oooh gross." And then laughs. She's so related to me. I'm being summoned. We have a big day planned tomorrow. Shopping, going to the hospital, playing outside. This should be interesting. Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 StephBee Updates to follow!  |
| With a ligament tear at the knuckle of my ring finger of my right hand, typing has become a right pain in my ass. I am trying to be creative, but damn if I don't keep forgetting about the buddy bands strapped to my pinky and ring finger, and just try typing like normal. I have never been good at halfway, or hunting and pecking. If I thought my finger looked deformed before wearing these things, it looks worse now. There are definitely indentions where the straps sit, and my knuckle is swollen, but I won't lie—it does feel better having the support. Here's hoping I can keep it up for the next seven weeks . I've been on an 80s listening kick lately. I long for the past, when the world made sense to me. As far as I can see, every day is a new what in the actual F did he just say? Brain freeze. Who elected this deranged lunatic anyway? |
| It's been hell these past ten days. The good note: I finally saw the hand surgeon today. I tore the ligament in my ring finger on my right hand. Luckily, it will heal and is splinted to my pinky finger for the next 8 weeks. I hate doing reviews and such from my phone, but since I type and text with my index finger, it's probably easier than the laptop. I'm going to test that theory out tomorrow. 2nd injury: Last Monday I was walking out of the kitchen, remembered I forgot to grab something, turned around to head back, and my right leg firmly stayed planted on the floor. Tuesday I was sore, Wednesday too, but not horribly bad. By Friday morning I could hardly walk and the pain was unbearable. I stupidly went into work and only lasted 2 hours. My son had to help me into the house. I started icing my leg, took meds and forced myself to stay off the leg. It was a little better Saturday morning. I decided I had to go to Urgent Care. Before I could do that, I was walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, and SNAP. Something, a ligament, hell if I know for sure, but it managed to move into place and I could walk pretty well and the pain was gone. It was sore, but I swear it was a miracle. I'm still babying the leg. I'm paranoid, I admit it. But man I feel like I'm injury prone lately. So for anyone I owe a review to, know that I will get there. It's just a slow go for me. Be careful out there, you never know when daily activities will take a negative turn |
| Prompt: On this day in 1973 the first handheld mobile telephone call was made by an employee of Motorola, who called AT&T's Bell Laboratories. How important is a cell-phone to you? Do you still have a landline phone (telephone wired into your home)? Do you use your phone for more than making phone calls like playing games, taking pictures etc.? I wish I could say my cell phone is unimportant, but I'd be lying through my teeth. Because I run around and get parts, or up to the grocery store or whole sale to grab things at the last minute for the gas station and garage, I have a wallet phone case to carry my driver's license and a credit card so I don't have to drag my purse along with me. It's gotten to the point that if I leave home without my phone, I freak out. It's pretty sad, but that's how it is now. I use my phone for everything—games, texting, WDC, social media, and YouTube. The best part of my cellphone is that WhatsApp lets me talk to my husband's family daily overseas in Lebanon. When I was first married, we could only afford to call once a month for 30 minutes at $150. Now we can send voice notes, video chat, text, and share pictures and videos daily for free. How incredible is that? With one granddaughter and another one on the way, pictures and videos fill up the space on my phone quickly. Because of the added benefit of apps, I can order things for the gas station, like Frito Lay, Cigarettes/Tobacco, water, you name it. I like that I can have my phone in my hand and walk around the store adding things I need instead of making lists, going to my computer, which is in the garage, and ordering that way. It's so convenient. I bank from the phone and deposit checks with the banking app, though I do have to hit the bank for cash deposits still. The one thing I hate most about my cell phone is that it tells me how much time I spend on it weekly. Seriously, I'm well aware and don't need the reminder! Yes, I still have a landline, and I'd love to finally get rid of it, but with the weather the way it is, I think I should keep it. I mean, who else can say they have a rotary telephone in aqua hanging on a wall in their sunroom? It's totally vintage. |
| I am so behind. And my finger is killing me, making it hard to type. But I have to give a shout-out to 💙 Carly: poems & novel  for this fantastic read!I wanted to say more in my review, but like I said, my finger is swollen and painful today, so let my little blog post express my appreciation for your creative flash fiction, which kept me on the edge of my seat today. If you haven't read this, I promise it's worth it!
How to craft a quick read in 300 words or less? Ask Carly  She certainly made EVERY WORD COUNT! |
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Now, any feeders I have are taken away at the end of August. 
MAD indeed! I know how you feel, Vertigo-wise. I've had it for years. When peeps call me a dizzy dame, it's for real. 
