Up Shit’s Creek

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I apologize in advance for any formatting issues, this post was done on my phone through the WordPress app.

Todays post was gonna start with, strangers saw my vag  (true story by the way)

But considering everything maybe I’ll hold off today.

My feelings are hurt. Although my upbringing contradicts it, I grew up very idealistic. I have always felt that our President should be better than us, a person who values our nation and it’s people. We didn’t get that last night.

What we got was man who was openly supported by the KKK and the American Nazi Party, a,man who demeans women and the disabled, a clear racist, who lied repeatedly about his Islamophobia, in short our President-elect is an overly tanned buffoon with bad hair.

America needs a few days to process this bull shit….and so do I, so I’ll be back next week.

Be Kind To One Another,

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My Ghost Story

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So since it’s Halloween, I thought that I would share some creepy, but absolutely true paranormal incidents that have happened to me.

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My very first “incident” happened when I was around 5 or 6. I woke up in the middle of the night, (my mom was sleeping beside me) to look into the hallway and I saw what looked like gray people walking towards the bathroom, I just remember being scared, so I got closed my eyes and hoped it went away. This became pretty regular, and at least once a week…. I figured it was my imagination, so I never anyone, besides I was a little girl, people would say I had an overactive imagination. Years later I told my mother, she got this weird look on her face and said that she remembers having an incident with a “ghost like entity” there as well…

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It wasn’t until after I graduated high school that the second incident occurred. Once again I was sleeping in bed (what the heck is it with beds?),  What woke me up was my bed dipping, I felt someone snuggle up beside me, so a I tried to regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t alert the intruder that I was awake. I felt the person start to touch me. I was sure the intruder was going to rape me, I HAD to run. I didn’t even count, I just ran for life. Something told me to turn around…By the time I got to the kitchen I looked back and my bed was completely empty. I bravely walked back, turned on the light then checked every crevice, of the room, then I searched the house… checked the locks…..nothing… Nothing was there. Could it have been a panic attack? But how do you account for my bed dipping and feeling hot breathe on the back of my neck?….

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I moved into my college dorm, college life was great, my I always felt like something was off on my floor, I kept getting the feeling that someone died, more specifically someone killed themselves, and naturally I never said anything…. cause who wants their roommates to think they are psycho. But I would frequently have the same dream about being told to stay in my room by my dorm advisor, and there being a lot of police outside and huge search lights aimed at my window. I figured it was a mixture of freshman anxiety and reading about urban legends…. so like always I let it go. It wasn’t until one night my roommate was gone (she was a basketball player and was frequently gone for away games) and I had this dream that this girl was crying and yelling at me… she can’t screaming “Why won’t anyone believe me!” I never responded because I had no clue what was going on so I turned my back on her, then I heard heard her say, “I’ll make you believe me”…. then she literally punched my back. I woke up up frightened, but more than that my back was burning, like I had just gotten hit. I turn on the lights, and look at the roommate’s bed,… still empty, so then I got up and checked the doors, completely locked. I actually stayed up that night and as soon as it the sun came up, I hopped on the bus and went home.

When I moved to Las Vegas I never had any incidents… and it sort of seemed like put the past incidents in the back of my head, until I went on a cruise to the Southern Caribbean and one of our stops was Barbados and we were taking a tour of Sunbury Plantation House in Bridgetown, Barbados.

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Sunbury plantation was started in around 1660, and was a large sugar plantation worked by slaves currently the house is used for some government relations functions, it’s also has a restaurant and is used for wedding; Now before I begin this house is absolutely beautiful…  pretty much everything in the home is from the 1600 and the house has been beautifully restored. The group walked into one of the bedrooms, and the tour guide said that this would be a typical bedroom for a woman…I found myself gravitating towards the crib, honestly it was like I was being pulled to the crib, there was one doll that I couldn’t take my eyes off, it wasn’t unusual, it was a normal doll, but it almost felt like that doll was speaking to me… I kept staring at it until my roommate touched my arm, then it was like the “spell” was over… we continued the tour of the house and finally we went to the basement, there were a lot of tools and such down there and I nearly lost it… I got a really bad feeling, it felt like something was squeezing my chest, I started sweating profusely, I got really dizzy and I felt like I was going to pass out.… I looked to my roommate in a panic and told her I had to go outside…I thought that maybe if I went out side and sat in the sun while taking slow, deep breathes I would calm down, I was not unnerved I decided to pray, and asked God to protect me.  I stayed out there was praying for maybe 15 minutes until she came out to get me. Even after we left I continued to feel unnerved.

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At dinner that night I she asked me why I freaked out… and I told her, she looked at me and said, “Tyra I got a bad feeling in that house too”. Now I have never claimed to be psychic or intuitive, but I trust my instincts ALL THE TIME and that house was not kosher… there was something that didn’t feel good… and considering the history of the house it made total sense.

Now that I have told you a few of my “incidents”  do you have any to share?

 

Until Next Time,

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Breakthrough

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Breakthrough

 

Today I just want to stay in my bed, I don’t want to do anything more strenuous that rolling over and fluffing my pillow. I’m tired, I’m feeling really lazy, and I just want to sleep away the day. But despite what I want reality has a way of kicking you in the nuts, I need to mop the floors, I need to clean my bathroom, I need to do laundry. go to the bank….. there are real life things that need to be done. Days like this I wish I had a clone, or better yet a Rosie . But on to what I really wanted to talk about one of this things that I didn’t mention in my first blog back was I quit Weight Watchers. I got tired of gaining weight while on Prednisone and being penalized for it. It really broke my spirit to sit in those meetings and hear about others successes and know that I wasn’t gonna have mine maybe a year (possibly two ) down the road, and although I loved the program and it worked for me before, but the only thing it was doing was taking my money and feeling sad.

On Friday I did the Chicago Metro Heart walk with some family members in memory of my cousin John. And while walking I guess you could say that I had a breakthrough. It’s time… I have gained 40 pound over the course of my use of Prednisone. It’s time for me to start back and getting back in shape. There really is no excuse. On Saturday while shopping I got the best news my transplant nurse called and told me that the doctor wants to decrease my Prednisone amount to 7.5mg.  So this week I’m going to create a plan (most likely early mornings) and start a new weight loss journey on Monday, as for weight watchers, I’ll go back when I’m one pond below goal weight. Wish me luck weight loss is never easy… and at the point the only thing that is holding me back is energy, but I’m hoping that once I start going to the gym regularly I get more energy…

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Until Next Time,

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Outer Layers

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Writing Prompt – What story do the things you wear tell about you?

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I generally never think of my outer layer. I put on clothes, and I go about day. But this prompt really made me think. I guess if people were super observant, they would notice that my outer layers really are an extension of what I am feeling, for example very few people know that I wear certain goodies when I don’t feel good, it’s old, way too big, but it’s comforting, nostalgic, and I wear it until I feel better, it could very well be my security blanket.
But for the most part my every day outerwear is pretty simple, nothing to flashy, nothing that would be considered “on trend” things that blend in with the background. Things that blend into the background. I don’t really want to be noticed or called out in a crowd.
For years my outerwear wad used to hide, we’ll hide my body, everything was too big, too bulky, but always non distinct
In one simple sentence can some this up perfectly. My outer wear is always appropriate to the occasion, but blends in.

Until Next Time,

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Complicated

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Complicated

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My relationships are complicated with a lot of people. We don’t talk for a long time and we become the dreaded “Facebook friends” who only say “Happy Birthday” once a year. And at first I was said and hurt, I started to wonder was it something that I had done? Did I say something wrong, did I unintentionally hurt them? And as time went on, those questions went un answered  and time moved on and we drifted  apart. Ill be honest with you maintaining friendships have always been difficult. We change, we have different experiences, we mature and as these things happen to my friends I feel like none of those things are happening to me, I stay the same, and they grow. They aren’t the same people they once were, they are successful in their jobs, getting married, having children, buying homes, and I’m still where I was 4 years ago… What on earth would we talk about? What can I lend to this friendship that (in my eyes) is no longer equal.

What complicates it is honestly jealously, I’ve always had a timeline for my life, when I would get married, when I would have kids, when I would do this and that. What I didn’t plan on was becoming a living breathing medical encyclopedia, or being disabled, or not being about to work…no plans for that… and as one illness became two, then became 10. The plan that I had for my life withered away. And I became the sick friend that really had nothing to contribute to the conversation but the latest procedure I had, or talk about the side effects of a new medicine I was taking, I became the friend that had to cancel plans at the last minute because I wasn’t feeling well. And my relationships became more complicated, instead of a friend I began to feel like a burden, so I stop calling, I stop texting, I purposely became a Facebook friend learning about their lives through a computer screen, and after a while they stop reaching out… they stop wanting to know about my life… honestly I guess the same is true, if they were curious they could learn about me from Facebook.

I have tried to reach out to some people and repair the relationship, but I think for the most part most of those have gone from “Complicated” to “Non Existent” I didn’t plan on an instant friendship, and naturally thinking the worst I was positive that the situation was going to stay the same. I guess this is a lesson for me to learn, it was never about them, it was always about me and my feelings of inadequacy. Hopefully this is something I can work on, and hopefully I can have solid friendship that won’t fall under the category of “It’s Complicated”

 

Until Next Time,

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