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Prompt for the Day: “Roaring Laughter”

The comic people from the Daily Post division of Word Press came up with the prompt for today of “Roaring Laughter“.  They also asked two additional questions-“What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?”

Don’t seem to Laugh Roaringly Anymore

Not sure where the laughs went.  Life just doesn’t seem funny today for some reason.  Occasionally break out in the case of the annoying giggles at the worst times!  That type of laughter can have a real damper on your partner’s sex drive, even if you were not laughing at him.  When he is just trying to pop your back into alignment, you can’t be giggling at anything.

Occasionally, laugh a little when our cat falls off the top of my husband’s recliner.  That happens when the mail is delivered, the trash is picked up by the trash removal service, or he just falls off for no discernable reason at all!  There is a reason we refer to him as dorky, after all.

Dorky is better than calling him stupid, in my opinion.  If someone walks by on the sidewalk in front of our house, he sometimes falls off just because he seems to be scared of anything and everything!  When it starts raining, he is scared of the noise of the rain hitting our windows.  He actually seems to think we control the sun’s ability to shine each day.

Please Help Fight this Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist has put me on for my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is nearly impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

 

Prompt for the Day-“Just Another Day”

The inquiring people at the Daily Post department of Word Press crafted today’s prompt of “Just Another Day” to ignite our creative sparks.  They made one additional comment, followed by a question: “Our days are organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?”

My favorite Daily Ritual

The prompt for today made me think of the wonderful song “Another Day in Paradise” by the talented musician Phil Collins.

My personal favorite daily ritual happens around one in the afternoon each day.  I eat three squares of pure dark chocolate by Hersey’s Bliss, while reading a book.  Once that is completed, I proceed to call my best friend from grade, junior, senior high school.  We were friends long before I took her with me to my grandparents in grade school, where my grandma started laughing at us because neither of us knew we were actually cousins!  Even though we turned out to be related, we continued our friendship!  (All of my other relatives, I do not get along with at all.)  I naturally do not hold being related to me against my good friend.

Please Help Fight this Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist has put me on for my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

Prompt for the Day-“Life After Blogs”

The curious people at the Daily Post division of Word Press came up with most artist’s greatest fear for today’s prompt “Life After Blogs” to give us nightmares for weeks to come!  Then to top that mess off, they asked a seemingly innocent question: “Your life without a computer: what does it look like?”

Don’t even want to Imagine

My life with no outlets like blogging!  My handwriting now is illegible due to a disease I inherited from my mother’s side of the family.  Multiple sclerosis has taken away my coordination as well as my ability to walk!  Not only has it stolen that from me, but it has taken away my ability to pursue my career as a network engineer.  Try chasing a wiring problem from a wheelchair some time.

Have been typing since I was in 4th grade.  Taught myself how to type on my mom’s old manual typewriter.  (Miss that machine!)  My handwriting back then was, at least, legible, but the teachers would mark me down for sloppiness.  So I typed to improve my grades!  There was no automatic erasing on the manual machine.  Ever tried to correct a typing mistake on one of those units?  You learned really quickly not to make errors!

Please Help Fight this Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist has me on for my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

Prompt for the Day: “Reason to Believe”

The sacrilegious people from the Daily Post division of Word Press came up with today’s writing prompt of “Reason to Believe“.  They included a statement, followed by a rather invasive question: “In Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen sings, “At the end of every hard-earned day / people find some reason to believe.” What’s your reason to believe?”

My Reason To Believe

Has to be the man God created for me to fall in love with and eventually marry.  My husband stands beside me each and every day helping me to survive with the evil disease I have inherited from my mother’s side of the family.  He takes me to and from all my medical appointments.  Even the dreaded evil MRI’s I have to receive at least once a year to see the damage both old and new that multiple sclerosis has inflicted on my body.  (I am claustrophobic, so being enclosed in a tiny tube for what seems like forever forces me to have to be fully sedated!)

We have lived in many different stated of the US together.  Am not planning on relocating to a different home in my lifetime.  Our current neighbors here are great.  Local transportation options for me exist, even though I am confined to a wheelchair now.  Driving is something I quit doing years ago.  Stopped long before my neurologist told me I had to.  Did not want to risk another innocent creature’s life by my driving.  So now my husband is in charge of the driving!

Please Help Fight this Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist has me on for my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

All help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your generosity!

Prompt for the Day: “New Sensation”

The memory reminders from the Daily Post group from Word Press came up with the prompt of “New Sensation” to remind us of when we were much younger.  They also added a few words to ignite our burning minds-“Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.”

My Sensations

Tended to be a comfortable pair of jeans!  T-shirts and or sweatshirts completed my look.  I remember when INXS released their song “New Sensation” back in 1991.  Was not my favorite type of music at the time, but was better than the music that played in our barn while we milked the cows each and every morning!  My mother made me get a permanent done by a professional beautician in junior and senior high school.  Beat the heck out of the home perms she used to give me when I was really little.

Was a loner all my life.  My best friend growing up was my second cousin.  (We had no idea we were related, until I took her with me to my mother’s parents house.  Grandma started laughing when she pointed out we were related to each other through her side of the  family!)  Considering how bad a relationship I had with my other cousins, she was the only one I got along with.  We still keep in touch today even though we live many miles away from each other.

Please help fight my disease

The medicine my neurologist has me on for my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri.  Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is impossible.  I remember when I first started on it , the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500.  There was no way my husband and I could afford that every 28 days!  Biogen (the manufacturing drug company) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely.  So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign.  To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

All help will be greatly appreciated.   Thank you for your generosity!

 

 

 

Visitation of Ghost or Spirit of Grandfather

My mother’s parents were both heavy smokers.  Grandma was hooked on cigarettes, grandpa’s demon was cigars.  He accidentally burned a hole in my terry cloth shirt when I was about 3 years old.  Fortunately I didn’t even notice, but it scared him really bad.  He suffered from emphysema, which was probably caused by working as a sailor with the United States Navy.

Used to help him at his last civilian job as a cemetery grounds keeper at the local cemetery in the town he lived with his wife.  He was very good at keeping the site clean and ready for funerals.  There was a wasp’s nest in the shed were they stored all the cleaning supplies and lawn mowers, etc.  He had asked the cities board to have the nests removed before a mourner got accidentally stung.  He was deathly allergic to their stings, too.  One day while my mom and grandma were away shopping an hour or so away, he was baby sitting me for the day.  We went out to the cemetery to clean up from the previous day’s funeral.  I was picking up the trash left in the grass when I felt a stinging pain, and my breathing throat started to choke off my air ways.  He was no where around, I felt faint.  Ended up unconscious on the grass where I had fallen!  Good thing he saw me go down.  He always kept an emergency supply of epinephrine on him, due to his allergies.  He injected me with the drug.  Then got me sitting up.  Told me to stay where I was while he shut off the machines in the area.

He came back to where he had left me.  Was starting to feel a little better.  He helped me walk over to his pickup truck.  We got in and he drove back to his house.  He made lunch for the two of us, while keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn’t have any bad reactions to the medicine he had given me.

Years later, I left home for college.  Went out of state, to get away from my parents.  His health unfortunately was deteriorating.  He made me promise not to get married until I graduated from college.  Dated a round in college, until I met a guy that reminded me of my grandpa.

Fell in love with the guy’s voice.  When we met for the first time, I was over the moon in love!  He looked just like the pictures I had seen of my grandpa when he was our age.  Both were 6 foot 3 inches tall with dark black hair.  Even the musculature was the same!

Got him to visit my home town with me once.  My mom approved of him.  My father hated him (plus in my opinion!).  Introduced him around town to the few friends I had left there.

My junior year in college, he moved into my apartment with me since my roommate was leaving.  My mom knew and approved of the decision.  Wasn’t too long and I asked him to marry me!  He flat out turned me down.

Next time we went back home, he wanted to ask my father for provision first before asking to marry me.  Told him if he did that, I wouldn’t marry him!  If he wanted to ask someone, then he should ask my grandfather!  Grandpa had finally given up his cigars.  So when we went for Sunday lunch at my grandparent’s like normal, I left him with grandpa at the kitchen table alone. Explained to my grandma what was going on in the kitchen.  Grandpa made him promise not to marry me until I had graduated and never to leave me heart broken.

He came back into the front room of my grandparent’s house smiling!  We drove the 6 hour drive back to out apartment with the left overs from my grandparent’s house safely packaged in a sealed container.

He proposed to me ring in hand,the day before a big physics exam.  Needless to say, I failed the test!  Had too much on my mind.  I wore my engagement ring to work the next day without telling anyone, to see who would notice.  My coworkers and my boss wanted to know when we were getting hitched.

We literally ended up getting married the day after I received my diploma!  Rehearsal was the day of graduation, since my godparents were going to be there anyway (my godmother was the organist for our wedding).  My grandparents from my father’s side were there.  Some of my coworkers attended.  My grandparent’s from my mother’s side were both in too bad of health to make the journey.

My grandmother from my mom’s side of the family ended up in the hospital for problems with her lungs again.  My mom had to take care of my grandpa while she was hospitalized.  Eventually, grandma was able to return home to her husband.  She told me I was not to visit my grandpa anymore, because he gets too worked up from seeing me.

I moved away to the Chicago metro area of Illinois, because I had gotten a new and better job.  Stayed there for 18 months, then moved to Colorado.  That was 1998.  We started purchasing a older home in Aurora, CO.  Grandpa was still not doing too well.  The terrorist attack on 9/11/2001, just about did my grandfather in!  His breathing was getting worse by the days.  He had real trouble talking on the phone, because of lack of breath.  Constantly hooked up to oxygen now, but grandma kept smoking away!

One day, got this really bad feeling something was wrong with my grandpa.  Tried calling my mom.  My father answered the phone telling me she was in at my grandparent’s house because grandpa was having real extreme breathing problems.  I was not supposed to be bothering them right now.

Found out he passed away that evening.  My father got mad at me for having these premonitions of my grandpa passing away.  Apparently, good  Christian people should not have these types of feelings.  Asked him  to let me know about the funeral arrangements.

Grandpa visited me in my house and told me not to let the local VFW get involved in his funeral and he was feeling much better now!  My husband and I made the trip back to IL for a final time.  For some reason I did not cry at the funeral.  Grandpa was finally at peace, but I still felt him with me.

The tears came later when we made it back to Colorado.  My grandma’s lung cancer landed her in the hospital a little after a year from her husband passing.  Grandpa visited me to get me to deliver a message to my mom to make sure grandma had roses on her casket from him at her funeral.

When I am feeling down he reminds me that I am his mother’s great-granddaughter.  She was an American Black Foot Indian.  He taught me all about her Indian beliefs.

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Set up a Blogging Event for assignment in Blogging201

Created a blogging event to meet the requirement for today’s lesson in my Blogging201 class.  Wanted to give the blogging community a place to talk about how they deal with health problems.  You never know maybe the person in a different country has better ways of feeling better!

They may have had really good experiences with a particular hospital or doctor.  Maybe they lived through what amounts to a horror story.  Set up a page to host the event.  It can be found at:  https://hallenterprises132.wordpress.com/how-do-you-sur…es-in-you-life/

Description and Basic Instructions for Participating: Everyone has a general way of dealing with their health crises. What I want to do is open a place for sharing wisdom, horror stories, and just general ways you personally cope with your health related difficulties.

Set up a e-mail address to receive event related messages.  It is : saintpblogging@gmail.com.

Actual name of the event: How do you survive health troubles in you life?

Type of event, I chose from the long list was: Non-Fiction & General Blogging

The deadline for the event ends on Thursday October twenty ninth.Event Deadline: 10/29/2015

The link to my event specific page is : https://hallenterprises132.wordpress.com/how-do-you-sur…es-in-you-life/

Prompt for the Day: “I’ve Become My Parents”

The prompt given to the blogging community by the people at the Daily Post division of WordPress is “I’ve Become My Parents“.

In the case of my mother, that is an extreme compliment.  She has raised 3 children of her own and countless others, who have benefited from her wise guidance.  Works in the town’s local school system as a teaching assistant.  Has more college instruction than most of the actual teaching staff.  Specializes in helping the kids with learning disabilities.  That’s her day job.  At night and during the weekends, she sells Tupperware products!  She also is a full time slave for my father’s company Wagner Holstein Dairy Farm (has no web presence at this time).

In the case of my father, I am insulted to be compared to him!  He is the reason I am so short.  Am only five foot and one lousy inch tall.  My mom is taller than he is.  Everyone is taller, except me.  My doctor who treated me as a child, didn’t notice I had scoliosis until I went in for my fifth grade physical.  Nothing was ever done to combat my crooked spine!  While living in Lombard, IL went to a chiropractor about a back ache.  After going there several times, he let me know that if my spine had been put in a brace upon diagnosis way back in grade school, I’d be a couple of inches taller!

The main reason I could not pursue my dream job of being an astronaut was I needed five more inches in height.  Could not get a back brace due to the cost of the brace and need for follow up appointments to monitor my back’s progress.  Would not be able to have done my daily farm chores while wearing it, either.  There are weight lifting restraints while having a brace on.  No more handling of bales, buckets of calf supplements, or even lifting a bag of dog food with the brace.

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Prompt for the day: First Crush

The brilliant editors at the daily post with WordPress came up with the writing prompt for today as : “First Crush“.

My first crush came during grade school.  It was an older boy in the gifted program I attended at school.  The crush remained all the way through high school.  Would get the normal sweaty palms around him with increased heart rates.  You know the regular first crush responses when I was anywhere near him.

We were both in a musical together in my seventh grade year of school.  I had two different parts.  The first was an orphan, the second was a thief in the musical “Oliver“.  The next year I was just in the musical’s band for the school’s production of “The Boyfriend

Played in the band for his graduation from high school ceremony.  Was a sad day!

He went away to college to study at M.I.T..  He actually basically managed to flunk out of school there.  He claims it was because he missed his girlfriend.  Upon his crawl back home, the two hooked back  up and eventually got married.  Now they have a son with a learning disability.  The female he married had a younger brother that was my age who was pretty stupid himself, so it came as no surprise to me that there was a problem with the blood line!

Turns out the guy I had a crush on was only interested in reproduction after all.  Here I thought he was actually interested in intelligence.  The family he married into proves intelligence was not a factor he was interested in.

Today’s Prompt: Decisions, Decisions

The prompt from the highly intelligent wordsmiths from the daily post at word press is “Decisions, Decisions”. Yes I am aware many colleges are starting their fall term here in the United States right now, but those decisions should have been made a long time before it is time to actually start the enrollment process!

Remember when you were little? What job did you always dream of holding down when you grew up? For me, I wanted to be an astronaut. Figured I should pursue a career in aerospace engineering, to further that goal. Dug into my dream career in high school a little more and to hold the position I wanted on the shuttle crew, I would need to join the U.S. Air Force. At the end of my junior year in high school, had a military recruiter promise to get me an appointment to the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs but because of my young age (entered kindergarten when I was only four years old) my parents would have to sign the paperwork to agree to let me in.

My parents refused to sign, so I lost that appointment and chance to go to school free of charge. Had to find another way to fund my college career. Won a full ride scholarship to Southwest Missouri State University due to my academics while in high school.

Was used to working as a full time hired hand on our family farm while growing up, but my parents told me not to get a job while I was in college. Here I was, over six hours away from home, all alone with extra time on my hands. The course load I had chosen was much harder than anything I had experienced so far in my sheltered little life. At the age of 17, developed a drinking problem.

Took over a year of steady drinking for me to catch on to what was happening in my life. Two of my college friends and I were drinking basically every day. Started out with rum and coke, but ended up just going with straight rum. Knew my father’s side of the family couldn’t have a decent time without the addition of an alcoholic beverage, but come to find out my mother’s side had the same problem! My best computer coding required the addition of alcohol! Lost my scholarship after my freshman year, because my grades had slipped too far. That and I had found out I could never become an astronaut because of my lack of height. (Only five feet one inch tall. Needed to be at least five feet four inches,)

Returned to go to summer school to try to get my grades back up. Got a job as a dorm night shift front desk attendant over the summer. Switched to a better dorm and got a job as a front desk attendant there. About half way through the year, went back home to get some of the things I had left there like my vanity, bed, dresser, and my parents gave me their car so I could try to find a better job. Came across some pictures on my camera that I had no idea who had taken them or who was involved. That sobered me up really quick . Spring break my sophomore year all my suite mates left for the long weekend.

I dumped away every last drop of alcohol down the drain. Then went to work cleaning up our suite. Threw empty boxes, bottles, every reminder I could find of the mess I’d let my life become. Then my body started going through withdrawal. Glad there was no one else that needed the bathroom as much as I was throwing up! By the time my roommate had made it back to the dorms, the worst of the shakes was over.

She was able to let me know who was there when the pictures had been taken. My greatest fear, that I had changed clothes in the same room with the guys never happened. I had came back to our room and changed clothes alone in the bathroom! Was an extremely long year! Lost my scholarship, conquered my drinking problems, and was forced to grow up.