I'd Like to Stay Awhile

I have bad health problems.

I don't think it's because I'm fat, but rather the other way around.

I have an unnamed, undesignated autoimmune disease that has caused all kinds of fun symptoms from anisocoria to extreme fatigue to dizziness to joint degeneration to headaches to muscle pain and now most recently to inflamed eyes and vision loss.

I have a leaky heart valve and an arrhythmia.

They found over twenty tumors in my breasts back in February, and though thank god they weren't cancerous, they are a concern. My mother has/had breast cancer which spread to her lymphatic system, was diagnosed fairly young, and they want to remove my breasts.

I am in pain every single day, some days to where I don't know how to get through.

Just now I had a bout of arrhythmia which was really hard to shock myself out of and back into rhythm. (I did, of course, before passing out or needing an ambulance, etc.) But it scared me.

I want to stay here.

Even if it means more pain. I don't want to go.

I don't want to leave my son, I don't want to cease to exist. I want more fun, more adventure, more heartache and joy.

And I want you to know I love you so much.

if you pray, please remember me there. if you want to send me hope or good vibes or love, I'd gratefully accept that, too.

I'm trying not to be TOO scared, though some fear is natural.

I'm trying.

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The Future is Now is the Past

What if you pressed fast forward on your dvd, and you saw it squizzle by at high speed for a while, and you pressed play again, and you saw the exact same things happening on screen as were happening before you even pressed fast forward? WELCOME BACK TO THIS BLOG. First off, I don't even remember creating this blogger account, but I came here to make one and saw that it instantly logged into my old one. Hmmm, that's strange. What did I post? OH! JUST THE SAME THING I COULD POST RIGHT NOW, EXCEPT IM LIKE THIRTY POUNDS HEAVIER. Okay, so let's start over. I'm going to start detailing what I eat (accountability), make up characters to match the food I ate, and post as that person (comedy? tragedy?), and photograph the food (art! just kidding. just self torture). Maybe having it seem more fun/silly will keep me interested, and on the off chance any of this works or makes me sick, I will have dutifully logged my food intake, so I can recount it tearfully to docto

Slam Death's Door

Downhill. Everything has gotten worse since last I posted, I'm sorry to report. I've been really sick, missing a lot of work, which hits hard financially, and also had a sexual assault by a friend who was staying with us temporarily since he moved out here from Texas. I've been handling that okay, I think, but the stress of it and all the emotions gave me an ulcer and can't be helping the other things. I'm coming up on the anniversary of the worst times in my life, the hospital last year, my cousin's suicide, etc, on top of the yearly Seasonal Affective Depression. Holy shit. I feel maxed out in every way and out of reserves. I can't say I have ever felt this low and run down. It's like I'm playing a really hard video game and all my health/power bars are down to almost nothing. Really. To Nothing. So I have decided to concentrate as hard as I can and play this game to win, without distraction. I am taking time off work, because

Off the Veggie Cart and Into the Mud (Pie)

Ooooookay. So for two days, I've been immaculate. Low calories. Lots of freshly juiced veggies and fruit. No soda. A veritable river of fresh water imbibed. And then tonight after picking Son up from his show, we drove through Jack in the Box. And I ordered ten of everything they ever thought about making, and also two Monster tacos, and what's that? Now you have Reese's peanut butter dream pie? Sure, no prob, I'll just wash that down with ALL OF THE COKE YOU HAVE IN THAT MACHINE. I shit you not. (fighting... urge... to make... joke about shit... after eating all that... k. I'm good.) So yeah. I'm super disappointed and frustrated. What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't even feel deprived while I was doing the "right" things, so it isn't that, I don't think. Stress, maybe, about the flight I have to catch in five hours. Travel is stressful, and this time in particular is worse, since I'll have to see my mother.

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