I am still shaky but I am going to try to concentrate on comments.

It happened again.   A story flashed up on my phone and I started reading it.    It was the one about “troubled youth” and abused kids.   I started reading it.   Stopped reading.  I tried to do other things.  Couldn’t concentrate on anything.   I was getting very stressed.   Read the rest.   Lost it, terribly upset, I went to bed.    I was in bed for three hours this morning.  I couldn’t stop my mind, I couldn’t get control.    I tried hard to make everything go away.   Ron came in a couple times to check on me.   I finally managed to sleep.  I recognized the signs of depression.   Depression for me is to get to a point of complete retreat, wanting the darkness of nothing.   I got back up, with lots of support from Ron and even the cat was all over me and is on my desk, I got first back on YouTube.    I started streaming Sam Seder, trying to distract myself.   I started at noon.   I then went on my news feeds and tried to distract myself with more stuff.    I admit it is hard to think at this time.   

Every day I see child abuse stories in my news feeds.   Today on Joe My God the catholic defense league guy said argued that it was unfair of the Ag of Pennsylvania to claim the church did child abuse because most of the victims were not little children but adolescents.   Like that makes it better?     

But please don’t say just ignore the stories.  Just ignore them when they show up in your news feeds, so you don’t get yourself upset.  But it doesn’t work that way.    These stories build on each other.   One, two, three of them may be OK today, but the fourth tips the lever, but on another day all the stories are OK, but the next day the first story trips the lever.   The point I am trying to make is that the stories won’t stop, and I cannot tell if it will be the first story or the tenth story that will trigger me.   By the time I get to that story that triggers me it is too late, it has already happened.   I lost yesterday to a series of abuse stories and went to bed about 5 PM.   Even Ron was surprised at how early I went to bed for what he thought was no reason.    But the desire to make it all go away, depression, was too great for me to stay up.   Ron tried to get me up at 8 PM.  I tried, I sat on the edge of the bed, and I just couldn’t.   I took off my clothes and got into bed.  I was awake of and on by 2 Am and fully awake by 4 Am but I just couldn’t make myself get up.  I finally got up at 5:30 Am.   And I was doing well until I hit that story.   

So on to now around 3:45 Pm.   I am going to switch over to comments and hope I make sense, comments take a lot of thought power, I love them, and I want to do them correctly, answer them with my full mental ability, to me they are a discussion or conversation.   But earlier I did not feel I could concentrate well enough.   Lots of loves and hugs, let’s start the roller coaster ride.    Hugs    Oh and OT, the last two days the Cat, Odie, has had diarrhea and shitten all over the house and feels so bad he comes to me raising his butt so I see the mess and clean it for him (he won’t let anyone else in the house do it) I will make a vet appointment for him if it continues.   The first day we had to decide if it was deliberate in the bathroom where his box is because he tends to have a territorial fight with James over who gets control over the bathroom that James uses and the boxes are in.   But this is going on day three and it has spread to the kitchen and under the table.    Hugs

I am back, I think, but still shaky

How fast a day can change for me.   I was doing really good this morning. When I got up early, I did all the morning chores, fed cats inside and out, got the news programs set up, got something to eat.   Started replying to comments and was basically having a good day.  I figured I would have to stop in the afternoon to finish the laundry before Ron and James came home in a few days.   

But reality has a way of smacking me around sometimes.  After I watched the morning news I checked my news feeds, the web pages that when opened show me the lists or blocks of news I have not seen since I last opened the pages.   My dogs that love gravy, did the entire world go on an abuse kids kick while I was sleeping?  !!!!

Ok I know how to handle a few bad stories about kids being abused or raped.  I had my guards up.   So the first one I read was about a school in Connecticut, then a few stories later a story of a juvenile prison abusing kids that was written very explicitly.  I mean very step by step how the kids were abused.   I was still on my feet so to speak.   Then I read not one but two stories from England and …

Before I could get my breath, the vortex was here.  I struggled to get away and to find something else to fill my thoughts.   But I was taken to the time before I was in kindergarten, I was 3 and 4 and it would continue until we moved due to the charges of abuse against my adoptive parents.  My entire afternoon is gone.   I had so much I wanted to do.

Now that my mind is out of the vortex, but not yet secure, the howling winds and memories tearing at me are still there, I want to write this, they say it helps when I need to go back later.   I am not sure I agree but here it is.  

Should I change the color?  Everyone knows I write in blue because I like the color.   Ok yes I am stalling.   I just lost 4 or 6 hours of my life trapped in memories of my own abuse, I think I can be confused about what color to use.   Shit I do not think I can get through this.   

Ok when I was taken to live with the people I was to call mother and father, and their hell spawn brothers / sisters the house I first remember was on a U shaped street.   That was not the first house I was in, and I remember bits and pieces of the bus ride to them, but not enough to put much together.  

But I do remember that house and the fact I had to sleep in a hallway, I had no bed.  The girl next door who was older than me but I don’t remember her that well, would come over and ask if I could come over to her house to play.   I did not want to, but I never refused, but choices were not left to me away. 

I learned not to make a fuss but to just go with her to her place on the second floor of an apartment building.  The stairs seemed steep and gravity strong for little me to walk up.    Here her brother, who years later I learned was a Vietnam vet, was waiting to welcome me.   The girl that invited me to play with her then went somewhere else and I spent the visit with her brother.  

My memories this afternoon have been rough, I won’t sugar coat them for you.   But as much as I have cried and suffered today, I also won’t take you through the most graphic descriptions of my time in that appartement.  But I do need to gently and as vaguely as possible describe my time there to help you understand.  Hell sometimes I really want the things in my head to just go away, but the only way to do that is with death, and I am not ready for that yet.    

OK I have to deal with it … Trigger warning about child abuse, physical and sexual… 

Remember I was only three when I got there, and we did not move until what was the equivalent of government child services in that state charged my adoptive parents with abuse until I was finishing the 1st grade.  So maybe 6years old?  

OK I have delayed enough.   So she would take me by the hand, help me up the steps to their apartment and then basically hand me over to her brother.  I never felt apprehension about what was going to happen because he was always nice.   He treated me far better than I got treated at home.   Remember (maybe some don’t know) at this time I was being so badly abused in my home I had my hip dislocated and had to be taken to a doctor to have it reinserted back into the hip joint.  But only after weeks of me not being able to walk correctly.    Years later my doctors would attribute the bone troubles I have today to the abuse I suffered during childhood.    

Wow even though I decided to write this my mouth is still dry and I am struggling to do it.

So let’s not dwell too much on the actual sex in the sexual abuse as I think you all know what part of him went into what parts of me.  I really want to talk about my feelings, that is what is important.   But sadly to do that I have to add one more detail.   My memories always involve him using / setting up a wooden chair like a common kitchen chair in most homes including my own.  When Ron bought them from a thrift store and I went to help him get them I nearly freaked out.   He still doesn’t know.  

Sorry a bit graphic.  He was always gentle and nice with me, unlike what I got at home.  He would undress me and then after playing with me for a while he would put me up on the chair and … you don’t need to know any more … I wish I could say I am angry at him or that I hate him, but compared to the abuse / pain I was being inflicted to at home I would have done anything he asked.  And I did.  I doubt people can understand what went through the mind of a 4 / 5 year old having someone touch them nicely.  

He committed suicide, I remember people talking about it.  People said it was because he was a Vietnam veteran.  But no one thought to ask why his sister never came over to invite me to their home anymore.  I never understood it all.   But what I did know was while he was gentle the ones at home became more violent every day causing me to try to find more ways to hide.   

Dogs that love gravy I have written this last part four times already.  Look how can I have anger at someone who treaded me better than I was treated at home?   But at the same time it was sexual abuse.   I spent a lot of time today in the vortex.   I have laundry to fold / finish, and I have not eaten since yesterday.   I really just want to crawl into bed and make the world go away.   But I must do what I can do.   

Wow, I just realized that typing this out has my mind going other places freeing me from the threat of the vortex.    Hugs

Yesterday … everything was going grand until yesterday …

Ron and James left Monday night for NC and then after a day + there they were going to NH.    I am at home taking care of the inside / outside cats and keeping everything together.   Tues and Wednesday were good days, pain under control, did my daily walk, got lots of posts done, got lots of comments done, figured I would finish up on Thursday.    But Thursday decided I needed to not be so cocky about things.   So I get up at 6 when my alarm went off to take my morning pain pills.   I got up and fed / watered both inside and outside cats, made coffee, cleaned the cat box, did all the morning chores.   Sat at the computer and started to catch up on blog stuff and news stories.   

I went for my walk which I did really well doing it, I think.   It is not the walk a lot of people would find taxing, but it is for me.  It is helping my weight, it is helping my blood work, it is helping my heart rate, but it does increase my pain.   So a trade off.   I will take it.   

Ron had tried to get everything I would need before he left including 4 pounds of hamburger.   Not sure if he thought I would be throwing a party.   But he forgot cat litter and can cat food.   I might have stretched the cat food but as I needed litter I decided to go to the local Publix store about 2 miles down the street.   I like the store, I am known there, and the people are very helpful.    For example they ask if you need help to take out the groceries you bought, and they will even load it in the car, which I admit I have had to let them do a few times but they wont take a tip for doing it.   If you ask where something is they will take you right to it, no just pointing or telling you, they stop what they are doing and find it for you.   We also use the pharmacy there.    

If you remember the day we were to vote I was doing so badly and so shaky I needed my walker.   Ron had wanted to stop at this store and get our flu shot as he wanted it before he went north.   But due to my condition even though I was willing he refused saying I was not doing welling enough.    I decided since I was there now I would get my flu shot.  I went to the pharmacy and the grand people there said Hello Scottie.   They used to call me Mr. Miller but as I called them by their first names why shouldn’t they call me by mine.  So I let them know it was OK.   I asked about the flu shot and they got me started on the paperwork.   I asked about the shingles shot Ron got, and yes I qualified for that also.  So I got that one also.   That is a two part set and I have to go back for the second shot on that one.      They asked about Ron, told you we were known there, not sure if it is a good or bad thing, but we both get a lot of medications and he picks up my pain medications for me, so they must know he is my spouse for that anyway.   

I got my shots and feeling quite proud of myself started picking up things I needed / wanted.    I want to just get some cat litter and cans of fancy feast food for Odie.   Ron gets the large size jug of litter, but I got two small ones.    But then I saw something I needed some of the outside dishes that work so well for feeding the outside cats.  They are shorted sided metal dishes with a rubber base.   Then I figured I had better get a different body wash.   For some reason all soaps / washes are causing my face to go red with it looking like I am a burn victim and it hurts.   I cannot put any cream or anything on it.  Got to see a dermatologist soon.  Another doctor.   For now I rinse the washcloth out as best I can and wash my face with cold water.   Not fun but neither is this face burn.   

Here are the pictures of my face yesterday, warning scary old man pictures.  

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Long story short I had nearly $100 dollars of goods in the cart.   Got home and brought the groceries in. 

A couple of pictures of the cart.    

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Then realized I had not eaten and I was hungry.   When you are dieting you shouldn’t cook or eat when hungry.   I made 2 pounds of taco meat for just my self.   I ate five of them.   Five large tacos.   And drank a couple glasses of milk.   I don’t normally drink milk due to the sugar content, but I was splurging like a kid.  

The taco stuff I made, I am going to be eating this for a while.  I don’t use cheese or sour cream like James and Ron do.   I like lettuce, meat, and lots of red sauce.   Also I add to the mix different seasonings while cooking to give it more flavor.  

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I was over full, I was having the too much sugar and need to sleep effect, so after cleaning up the left overs I went to bed.   I woke up well into the evening.  Fed cats, did chores then went back to bed.   No comments replied to and none of the 12 open tabs posted.   Also it threw my medication schedules off.   

I woke up at 4 AM and I was in serious pain.   My right shoulder where I got the shots felt swollen.   I tried to go back to sleep and it was not happening.   I felt sore and crappy and Odie was on the bed wanting his breakfast.  Figures.   So I got up at five.   First thing I did was a glass of water and pain pills.    Then morning chores.   Now writing this.   Two hours later the pain pills are kicking in and I don’t feel too bad, wonder how I will feel after my walk.   Oh yes I an going to keep walking even if I have to take my walker.    Ron left it out in the family room for me.   Also I should be able to reply to the comments today, which I am looking forward too.   Hugs to all, Scottie

Morning disaster in Scottie’s world again.

This morning I got up at five, already awake for a while.   I was in good shape, pain under control and eager to start comment replies.   So I did the first chores of the morning, shut the alarm system off, clean the cat box and take it out to the pail, start the coffee, feed the inside cat, water inside cat, start the computers, feed the outside cats.    I got my first cup of coffee and sat down at my desk ready to start.  

I noticed that the graphics were not quite right on the video computer and so looked at the settings of the graphic cards control panel.   A lot of the controls were gone, and I was unable to change over to the card.   The system was running entirely on the onboard graphics, the one built into the motherboard.   What the heck?   So I looked at the onboard programs thinking that something had recently changed.   I decided to unload and reload the graphics card, but that did not solve anything.   I tried to uninstall the programs for the onboard graphics and that did not change the system to using the card.   Using the task manager I could not only see the graphic processing unit (GPU) the system was using and I couldn’t get it to change to the card.   I was frustrated.   I had just bought the cards and I loved how they worked with my system.   What could be the problem?   

Still thinking it was a recent update from intel on their graphics program I dumped the hard drive of the video computer and started to install the programs.   But after I installed the graphic card and the control panel I found the same problems.   So I dumped it again, this time disabled the onboard graphics and installed the drives / control panel for the graphics cards.   No change, and I notice that when I removed the onboard graphics from the system I couldn’t get the screen size correct for my screen and the resolution settings were locked out.   I had never seen this.   I shut of the monitors to see if that system would resize the monitor settings on the computer.   Nope.   So at 10:00 I decided to see if I could use a different output on the card in case the output I was using seemed to have a problem, since nothing else had worked.   I slowly worked myself down on the floor because when James redid the system last week he put both computers and the backup batteries under the desk which has an almost full length from the desktop to the floor partition.   As I looked up under the partitions I seen the problem right away and started to swear.  I think I might have shouted.   I had been working on this problem since five in the morning looking for the problem in the wrong place and was on the floor, a place I shouldn’t be.   

Ron came running to see what was wrong.   He knew I had a computer problem.   James was still up getting ready to leave on their trip tonight.   I told both of them I knew why the system wouldn’t use the card no matter what I did with the settings or programing, I knew why the onboard graphics had taken over the display system.   The HDMI cable going to the monitor was plugged in to … not the graphics card outputs but instead to the onboard graphics output.  James had not hooked the system up correctly.    He sputtered then said “Well you did not tell me it was supposed to connect to the graphics card”.   He had done that to both systems.   

James helped me up, and he got down and changed the cable on both systems.   On the computer still up and running I check and sure enough the system was returned to normal with the graphics card running the display system.   Now it was past 10:30 and I still had a computer that I needed to dump again, and reinstall windows, reset all the settings in both the control panel and the windows settings, then install all the windows updates, all my programs, update them, and go through all the computer settings again.   Then do the system security / privacy programs settings.   Then lastly do the system cleanups and defrags.    All because James did not understand what to use the graphic card outputs to allow the system to use the card for display. 

Well now after 12:30,  I am heading over to the comments, see you there.    Hugs  

I am sorry, I only got to day 6, but I must go to bed

Hello Everyone.   I am sorry.   I was 9 days behind in comments.   I tried all day today to answer them.   First thing I did when I sat at my desk I posted the most important of my news feed notifications.   Then I started on comments and watched the morning news programs.   I did not even take a nap today but kept trying to answer comments.   Ron and I decided to order pizza for supper because he and James are leaving tomorrow on their trip.   But after only two pieces of very good pizza, my dieting has shrunk my stomach, I am so tired I cannot stay awake.  My eyes are closing and my thoughts cloudy.  It is 7:24 PM.    So I got to 6 days behind.  I will pick up in the morning where I left off.   I have taken my evening medications, set my pain meds up so when my alarm goes off waking me I can take them, and go back to sleep.   Have a grand night everyone.   Loves and hugs.  Scottie

We went to vote today, and I am in serious pain

Yesterday Ron was not feeling well and went to take a nap all afternoon.  I stepped up to help by making supper.    I made videos of it that I will post later, someday.   I took some grilled chicken Ron had seasoned and cooked on the grill and made a chicken chili out of it with my own mixture of seasoning.    Everyone here loved it.  But the effort was so painful I had to take extra medications and then went to bed with very little in my stomach.   So long story short, we went for our walk this morning, something that all my doctors claim is helping my health / blood work, then got showered and went out to vote.   *** yes we went to vote in the primary in our district in Florida.***    But there was a problem.    After our walk my pain levels soared and my back gave out.   I simply couldn’t stand more than a couple minutes.   In the house I was using my canes.   But I knew that I couldn’t stand for the length of time we had to do in the last time we went to vote, also I knew I couldn’t stand to mark the ballot.  I was in so much pain Ron had to drive.   So I did something I don’t like to do, I took my walker.    Yes I hate to admit it, but I use a walker when the muscles in my back won’t support me or I cannot stand for any length of time.  

Ron drove us to the voting place, which was unusual in that normally I drive, but my pain levels were too high for me to safely do so.  Ron got out and brought my walker to me which really was not necessary I felt, I could walk to the trunk.   Little did I know how soon my back would fail.    

The difference between the lower income minority districts in Florida we used to go to early voting years ago and this new facility in a majority white area I have posted about before.   I have told how I simply couldn’t stand in line and the obstructions to get mail in ballots it took to simply vote that year almost stopped Ron and I from being able to vote.   But the difference between that to the early voting in our area now is stunning.  

First plenty of parking and even if Ron had not found a handicap parking space right near the door, we still would have had lots of space to park. (Unlike the other place that had no parking that Ron had to drop me off and then go to park blocks away) Then as we walked up to the three set of entry doors a worker inside hit a switch that automatically opened the door for us seeing I was using my walker.  After we entered, I thanked that person and without looking asked where I should go to vote.   The signs and staff that were lined up should have given the hint.   However, a staff member came forward and took Ron and I right to the voting room, but there was no line so if they had simply pointed, we would have found it.   But the thing is my need for my walker triggered a lot of extra care.  The worker took us to the door and a second worker took me right to the check in person only 20 feet across the room.  She could have pointed but she walked with me there.   There was no line at that time, and it was about 15 minutes after they opened.   Then at the check-in I gave my information and had to sit on the seat of my walker, my back was so stressed I couldn’t stand even for that.  

After I showed my driver’s license and signed the pad saying it was me, there was something new.   The poll worker still had my driver’s license and asked me to mimic the signature on the license as best as I could on the pad with either my finger or the stylus.  I never have been able to sign the tablet sign things either in the pharmacy or my doctor’s office that use them with my finger.  It comes out squiggly lines.   However the signature on my driver’s license is really good and readable.  So she explained it and flipped the screen to me, I stood up and standing on shaky legs I tried to sign my name.   I was a disaster, and I admit it.  A bunch of hoops and loops with a few letters being readable.   I apologized and said I would try again when this nice older white lady said without even turning the screen back to her that it was OK, the signatures matched.  I thanked her.  

After we left I asked Ron if he had the same thing and he said yes but that the poll worker did turn the screen around and look to verify his.  So this is the perfect way to stop someone from voting that the poll worker from whatever party doesn’t want to vote.  No matter what they do the signature won’t match!   Remember the republican anti-democratic party wants to prevent any non-white republican voters from being able to vote and has put a lot of money into training poll workers how to block “those voters”.

The nice poll worker printed my ballot and gave me the ballot, added a cover for it, and a pen, and said “Thank you for voting”.   I had already thanked her for being a poll worker as we need as many people willing to do the hard unpaid work of democracy as possible.  I stood up and asked if there was a place for me to sit to vote?   Normally there are several long tables for disabled voters to sit to do their ballot.   The lady told me yes, go all the way to the back of the room.   What the Fuck!  But I started that way and as I got close another poll worker came up to me and took me to the TWO spots at a small table set aside for those that need to sit to vote in a retirement area of Florida with a senior population.   A poorer senior population.   The last time I voted there they had three long tables set up for people that needed to sit to fill out the ballot. 

This poll worker directed me to the place and made sure I had what I needed to vote.  She was also responsible for directing people to the four scanning machines for the ballots, telling them how to insert them, checking to make sure they were read, and then directing them to the door to drop off their ballot sleeve and pen.  I think she / that position deserved at least another person to help her.     

Ron had chosen the standing voting place as close to the place I was sitting so he could watch when I was done and move with me.   We both had the voting list I had done up.   Ron told me later he was really concerned because he noticed how shaky I was at the sign in and then going to the table and sitting down.  He was not going to leave his voting spot until I got up.  

I carefully filled out my ballot, struggled to my feet using my walker, and started to the line marked to turn in your ballot.   Ron stepped up behind me.  Again the poll worker that had taken me to the small sit down table stepped up and took me to a reader and explained how to insert it, making the others like Ron wait.  Then as I did mine she told the other people of which there was only Ron and one other person what to do.   

One last example of how different it is in this polling place.  When you exit the room they have it set up that you leave a back door and walk around the side of the building back to the parking lot.   The poll worker lady taking the sheeves and pens had already taken Ron’s and seeing he was helping me told him, move the strap rope barricading the hallway back to the front so he, meaning me, won’t have to try to walk around, which Ron thanked her and did.   We walked out the short distance we came in rather than around the outside of the building.  

So we voted in the Florida primaries.    Ron thanked me for all the effort I made to vet the candidates, and I thanked him for taking me there and helping me through it.  For two old farts who have been together going on 33 years we do OK.   But I worry at the traps for those not old white people in voting in Florida.   This year DeathSantis has made it even harder for minorities to vote while he and his party claim illegal voting is rampant.  Not only has he with the force of government put a strangle hold on minority voting but with his new election police he has chilled any minority voting of those who are not sure they should vote.   That should be checked at the polls as it was done for me.   But now DeathSantis announces that his election police found 30 felons that voted that shouldn’t have and they will prosecute them.   But remember after the 2020 election the state of Florida said there was no illegal voting they could find.   What is the goal here?    To prevent as much minority voting as possible!   Why?  Because minorities tend not to vote for the party that claims only white straight Christian cis males have all the rights.   It is voter suppression taken to the next level.  

OK Now for me and why I have not been online answering comments or posting.   Yes when we got home, I sat at my desk and put both computers back online.   So much news, so many things I felt I should post.    I wanted to get right to it.   But my pain levels had a different idea.   I went to lay down.   I have gotten up at various times during the day and tried to focus on the news and blogging, but the best I could do was to watch videos.  I would watch some, go back and lay down.  Repeat.   Take pain medication.   Repeat.  I got up and watched a few videos, James made a great supper, and I am writing this post after taking even more pain medication.   If I take too much longer to do this Ron may drag me out of my chair to the bedroom to lay down again and go to bed for the night.   He got really upset seeing how shaky it was for me to stand at the voting place.   He wouldn’t even stop at the local publix to get our flu shots but insisted on taking me home.   

Ok going to proofread this and then go to bed as Ron is getting really insistent on it, and hopefully in the morning I can start on the 8 days of comments I have not replied to.   Hugs and love to all.    Scottie

I just got it done; we are ready to vote in the primary tomorrow.

On top of everything else early voting in Florida started on Saturday Aug 13th.  I got my sample ballot on that same day.   And it included a couple races I checked and don’t seem to be on the ballot I downloaded Monday from the county web site.    Since DeathSantis took over and started his republican maga cult kingdom the election system has taken an awfully bad hit.   I used to get my sample ballot with plenty of time to research each candidate and then Ron and I would talk about them and decide which ones we would support.  This time with Ron having doctors appointments more often than I do, and with all the things going on, getting the ballot late while the state cut the early voting to only one week from Aug 13 to Aug 20 along with my being ill, I have been scrambling to research the primary candidates while Ron and I have limited time to talk it over.    We have to go vote tomorrow morning, it is the only time we have, because James and Ron are leaving to go up to Ron’s brother’s 50th anniversary and Ron doesn’t want me to go to vote on voting day with the huge lines alone.   As it is last time, I did not take my walker and had a very hard time standing in line and voting even though it was a short time in line compared to other places in Florida and they really helped me getting me a sit-down voting spot.   I will say that the difference in treatment from voting in a majority white district is huge compared to voting in an oppressed minority district.  

With everything going on I worked to post some stuff and then researched the candidates.  WOW what a revelation for the local races, especially for school boards where most of the candidates were off the wall bizarre maga parents with the goal of first stopping the woke takeover of the teachers who are grooming the students which is making them trans / gay.    This is the primaries, not the general.   These lower races are not partisan, so the primaries are open to both parties to vote.   Looking these candidates up scared me their views and realizing they were likely to win.   

I also noted that the highest state offices had democrats that were to the right of center or center candidates.    Yes we have a few who are normal democratic liberal candidates which in Florida is about as progressive as we can get.   I like some of those.   I like the ones that were former public defenders, worked for equality issues, and other things that helped the lower income people / workers.    I will be voting for them.   But too many of them were republican lite in the democratic primary.  Again for those that keep saying the democrats must go to the center or even to the right to get that right leaning vote, the republicans don’t want to vote for republican lite when they can have the full republican candidate.   It is the losing position.   

Now to address my comments.    I was sick for a week.   I also get very tired after eating and so have to go to bed for a nap.   The doctor explained what was happening.   Because I am unable to move much, lowering my calorie intake is a good thing.   For me that means eating only twice a day with small portions.   But because my blood sugar is low before I eat, I take my insulin and eat, my blood sugar goes down further for a while causing me to get very tired before it bounces back up.  He said if I have the time and it is not interfering with my life just go sleep, it helps my pain levels also.   If I want it fixed, he will draw up a program for me next visit.  So for now, this means after eating lunch (which is my first meal) I go to take a nap and rest my back.   I get up and work, then after eating supper I go to bed for the night.  Remember If you took my life in a 24 hour period, I will spend more of it in bed than up most day.  That is not true all the time, sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and go to the computers because my pain won’t let me sleep.  

The point of my telling you the above is I have not answered comments or been to other blogs since I got sick last Thursday.    I thought throwing up on the car door and all over the parking lot was because I drank a lot of water and had stop and roll then stop again traffic for 30 minutes.  Seems I had a bug, and I really hope I did not give it to anyone else.   I will start on the comments next beginning with the oldest I can get to.   Tomorrow we are going to vote, then I will be going with Ron to help him do the shopping because remember he just had a large metal wire sliver that got into his heal removed first at home then the rest taken out in the walk-in convenient care, plus he had the three-day heavy metal tests on his back he just got removed this afternoon.     I just think he would love to have company in the great fight for food.   The point of all this is it is going to take a few days for me to catch up.    If I miss your comment because it disappeared before I could get to it or I somehow overlooked it in my rush to get caught up, comment again.  Thanks for understanding things are a bit rushed and overwhelming right now.   Hugs and lots of loves.   Scottie

What an incredible gift.

I have been getting more and more upset over the unstable power in our area.   Our power would go out for a few seconds then come back on or go on and off several times.   It seemed every time I was writing a long reply to a comment or doing a post that took a lot of research or thought, the power would go out.     I would lose everything.    I would scream.  I would have gnashing of teeth.   More important in our home lately it has been causing me to cry.    Keep that in mind.

Ron told me to go on Amazon and order battery backups for the computers.    I can take a computer apart and rebuild it, but math is something due to my upbringing I have very little ability to do.   I struggled with the math to know what I needed.   I was going from 1,500 systems to 2,500 systems to 5,000 systems.    As you can understand the prices were going up each time / system I looked at.   The last system I looked at was about 6 grand.   I just couldn’t even think of spending that to keep the computer systems running.   So I went back and forth on what I needed trying to keep it at a price we could afford.   

A couple days ago I was having a bad day and the power went out for 10 seconds making me lose what I was doing.  I was really frustrated but I did not yell or scream, I simply called out to Ron that everything I was doing was gone, and yes I was near to tears.   James was up getting ready for work and asked why we did not just get a battery system for my desk set up.  

I told him I wanted one and Ron said to get one, but it would cost too much money and Ron told him we were trying to figure out what to get or do.   James said he had a couple of days off in the morning and he would fix this.   The next morning James read all the power draws, used Ron’s expensive meter that can tell what power draw was coming through an electrical line, and figured out what was needed.   Then Ron and James looked at the equipment in my office and even went to look at the circuit breaker for the main power line that powers my set up.  Yes my computer set up is on its own line.   Then him and Ron went on to the computer on our Amazon account.    James figured out the amount of power I needed to run my system for what I was wanting and that to get two identical systems was cheaper than buying one bigger unit.   So we bought what he told us we needed.   Now I was trying to run the systems for a few minutes to keep from losing anything.   Like I said math and I are not friends.   But James found that we need a lot less a system than I thought, and he figured out we could get one for each computer set up and a third smaller one for the modem and router.   So they ordered it.   About $500 dollars of equipment.   Far less than I was figuring it would cost.    

This morning Ron came to me saying he needed me to check his foot.   He felt there was something like a splinter in it.   Oh yes, there was a black spot on his heel.  When I touched he yelped.   Shit.   He thought it was a splinter.   He wanted me to dig it out.   In the old days I did.   But I don’t see as well as I used to, and my hands are shakier due to diabetes so we asked James if he would look at it.  Two hours later after foot soaks and cutting Ron’s heel and trying to pull that metal sliver out James said he got as much as he could, but he was worried there was more there.  We all agreed that Ron should go to the convenient / urgent care that is in our area.  

So while James, who had been up since yesterday, took Ron to the doctor I got on my computer to answer comments which were now about three days old.  I did some and because of what they were took a lot of time.  

When the left they noticed the boxes carrying the new battery system on the steps.   James carried them in, yelling at Ron when he tried to carry one himself.  Hey Ron has a sliver in his foot and is an old diabetic while James is a 30 year old man.   

The guys came home.   The doctors there took x-rays, and James had gotten most of the metal out.   He did an excellent job.   They got the rest.   So the guys came home.   

Rather than go to bed James then took apart my entire desk system.   See when Ron and I set this desk up the desk we bought had a “tray” under neither to run the wires in.   I thought that was great and did not think it through, so I ran all the wires / power cords in these trays and looped them around back and forth so that they were short and intertwined with each other.   Several times when I needed to get to a cable from a piece of equipment it caused a big problem.   

So remember James had been up for almost 24 hours, but that is something he does often, and no we don’t understand how he does it.  So when he and Ron got home James asked me if I wanted him to set up the battery backup system.  I asked him if he wanted to sleep first, and he said no.  The answer was no.  He was ready to go.   So I shut down all of my systems.  

I thought he was just going to unhook the power cords and plug them into these new wonderful machines.   Nope.   He took apart the entire system.   He reconnected everything, and all that mess I had made of the wiring he redid with new Velcro straps.   He sorted and separated wires and nearly 6 hours later he asked me to come back and test the system.   

Understand what I am saying.   James disconnected all my two computer systems, all the speakers, all the video, microphone systems, my sound board, the two separate USB charging / computer input systems, and the other interconnected systems I have.  He took all the wiring I had run under the desk out; he undid the wrapping around itself I did to shorten the cables.  I had three multiple breaker bars to supply the needed power and the sound systems.  He took my entire system apart.   All without sleep.  

Then he started putting it all back together with the new back-up systems.  My dogs that love gravy, the new systems he had us buy wouldn’t just run everything plugged into it for the few minutes I had figured out but for several hours.  Plus, he got a smaller secondary unit that would run the modem and router for hours.  But more importantly he redid the wires on my desk making everything look so much better and so much cleaner.       It gave me more desk space. Odie was so upset he ran down and hid in my bathroom.  

So that is where today is.  It is now 9:30 PM.   Ron is making me my supper.  I am tired and want to go to bed.   But I wanted you all to know why I had not replied to the comments you left.   Hugs.   

 

I managed to get most of it outside the car

I am not having a good morning at all.    Thank dogs that love gravy for Ron.  I had to go have my blood drawn and pee in a cup for my labs the doctor wants for my appointments Monday and Tuesday.   My plan was to get up about 6 or 6:30, drink some water and go to the hospital outpatient lab.   

My pain levels were so bad by 4:30 I couldn’t stay in bed.   So I got up.   I had a long time to wait so I had a cup of black coffee, no sweetener.   And a big glass of water.    I took my morning pills.   Had a second coffee and large glass of water.   I had to pee but that was OK as I had to wait a couple hours before the lab opened so I would need to pee again anyway.      

For a while now I have been getting nauseous some mornings.    I have developed a very bad habit years ago of taking all my morning pills all at the same time along with my morning pain pills.     Some of them call for taking with food but I have ignored that for years.   Now with my dieting I am doing it more often, taking them with no food.    That is now upsetting my stomach some mornings.

So one last factor of my bad morning.  Next to the hospital is a school.   Both younger and even younger kids.   In the morning the line of parents trying to get into the school parking lot to drop off kids stretches from the main road in front of the school for blocks blocking the far right lane for at least two stop lights.   This is a three lane road.   It used to be you could stay in the middle lane and after the entrance to the school move into the far right lane to get to the hospital entrance which is a block further down the same main road.   The entrance to hospital is off the side road between the school and the hospital and now they have opened the school parking lot to drop off kids on that road as well.   I did not know this.   I was in the middle lane which was stop and go and wondered why that was happening and seen the far right lane blocked with traffic all the way to the side road entrance and then further into the school parking lot as cars waited to drop kids, move one car forward, wait to drop, move one car forward.    Lucky the side road is two lanes so once on the side road you can get around the line of cars going into the school.   The problem is you must be in that far right lane to make that turn onto the side road.   Below is a snip of the area I am talking about.   The blue line is the far right lane before the school and the turn into the side road, then the hospital.   The line of cars to get into the school started further than I could show on the map.   I was luck to be able to get over into the far right lane right after the middle large entrance to the school, but again the line of stopped cars waiting to drop off their children went along the blue line which was my route.   

cape coral hospital

From there my morning got a lot worse.   It took me nearly 30 minutes to go that short distance as cars would drop kids off, then everyone in line moved up one car, and repeat.  Of course these are younger kids so they don’t get themselves gathered up and out of the cars quickly.  The entire time I was getting sicker and sicker, waves of nausea washing over me.   Every time I moved the car a bit then stopped I was in danger of vomiting.   I just hoped I could get to the hospital parking lot in time.  

I got to the side road and moved out of the line of cars and moved in to the left lane to turn into the hospital and was in real destress, I was going to vomit.   I drove into the parking lot, and as fast as I could I pulled into a space and put the car in park, reached to open the door … and as the door was opening I vomited hard.   While I was able to direct most of it downward to the road the door was not widely open and so I got vomit on the door, the floor door sill, my cane that rests there next to the door, my hand, grossly some on my long hair.    I had to back the car up to be able to step out.   As I got out of the car I managed to move around the door trying to get to the grass next to the sidewalk in front of the car.   I did not get there.   By the first step I was again vomiting.   Lucky no one was walking on the sidewalk or I would have gotten them also.   I went to the hatch and got a towel Ron leaves there and using one of the bottles of water rinsed my hand and dried it.   I wiped my hair.  Wiped my cane.   Lucky my shirt was spared and the hospital still uses masks so my face would be covered.   Then started to wipe down the door and other spots.   The bending down triggered the need to vomit again and I stepped out of the car and soaked the area between my car and the one next to it.    Whoever parks in either spot and has to get out on that side of the car is going to hate / curse me.  

But never fear my day was not over with being shitty.   Just inside the entrance to the hospital is a set of bathrooms.   They are single person use so I waited until the men’s was free.   That is where the shitty part comes in.   A man exited the bathroom and I entered, and the smell hit me.   Good thing that fellow was in a hospital because something vital was dying inside him.  But I washed up as best I could include my cane and handle, while trying not to breathe.   I made sure I was as vomit free as possible and went to the lab check in.    When my turn came I went into the blood draw area, sat down where directed and chatted with the lab person as they got ready to take my blood.   She prepped my right arm, she stuck the needle in, filled the first of five vials, replaced it with the second one.  At this point the blood stopped flowing.   She tried to wiggle the needle, moved it around, twisted it a bit, and if you think I was happy you would be incorrect.  She slowly removed the needle in hope the blood would again flow.    She then tried the other arm.  I don’t know if the first try had made her nervous, but the second try hurt going in and was painful the entire time she was filling the vials.

  Now here is where I start thanking dogs that love gravy for Ron.   On the way home I called him and explained what happened.   He met me when I parked the car, he took all the stuff I had with me into the house and as I was getting out of the car returned with a small wash bucket and cloths.    I went to take them and he refused saying I should go in and rest while he would take care of it all.   He washed the insides of the car and got them all cleaned up, brought in the yucky towel and other stuff I got vomit on, put a new towel in the car.   Then after he got done he came in and got me a little food to settle my stomach.   And that was my morning.    Oh and the blood work coming back in seems good, the A1C is 6.6 down from 7.4 and all the results in so far look better than the results from last time.    Have a great day, I am going to go lay down.   Hugs

South Florida LGBT teen jumped for second time

This video is horrible and hard to watch.   This kid is given a vicious beating because he is trans according to his grandmother.   Notice the police and school have done nothing to help this teen and now with the don’t say gay laws no teacher can support him.   This is what the republican’s in office and the right wing maga thugs want with the don’t say gay bills.   This is the result of demonizing trans people to claim they are assaulting people in bathrooms, suggesting they are doing perverted stuff in locker rooms, and removing support for LGBTQ+ kids along with anti-discrimination messages that might help teach tolerance and acceptance.   This is what the legislator that wrote the Florida don’t say gay bill admitted he wanted to have happen.   He wanted LGBTQ+ kids targeted for abuse and harm.    Well he is getting his way.    With more abuse comes more suicide. 

To those who say that kids are transitioning on whims and doing so because it is a fad or perceived as the cool thing to do need to see the reality of this video.   This is the reality far too many gay, lesbian, and trans kids face.    Far too many LGBTQ+ face these threats of hate and violence in their daily lives made worse by the actions of DeathSantis and his anti-LGBTQ+ maga thugs.   When religious leaders scream that LGBTQ+ people should be killed, this is the result.    Some of these LGBTQ+ face this at home which is why they are not out at home, but now republican laws force teachers to out them to their parents.    Kids are not willing to transition and face this, living every day with the hassles of trying to find a bathroom, trying to make it through the day without support, suffering abuse and the danger of being beaten up unless they truly are of a different gender than they were assigned at birth. 

We are working so hard to remove this hate from society and the LGBTQ+ communities were gaining such deserved acceptance in society.   Schools had programs to teach tolerance, to show other kids there was nothing wrong with the LGBTQ+ kids, to establish acceptance.    To teach that diversity was a good thing.   Now in Florida married same sex couples cannot put up pictures of their spouses like straight couples and must hide from the kids their marriages / sexual orientation.    These red states / republicans / right wing thugs are trying to create a country where only straight white Christians are accepted and have assumed authority / privileges.   Everyone else must hide who they are and be silent.   50 years of work, decades of changing the perceptions in schools and the minds of the people, creating safer schools and workplaces, all destroyed in red states due to a small minority of violent thugs, the republican brownshirts, who won’t tolerate anyone different from them because they have the state authority’s permission to force other to live as these gang thugs’ demand.    The power / authority of the state is supporting and energizing these thugs.    If you vote republican this is the country you want.   If you vote republican this is the way you want the LGBTQ+ to be treated, along with women being second class citizens whose duty is to be an incubator for a male’s offspring.   Shame on you all for voting republican!   This is personal.   I lived through these beatings and worse.  I lived through the fears in schools, I lived with the mistreatment at home, and the discrimination in all aspects of adult life for being gay.    It was getting better until now.   We were moving away from this stuff being acceptable.   Now it is back.   What next?  Will black kids be the next targets of these laws, to make them the targets of more abuse?  Will LGBTQ+ adults not be able to rent, buy in some neighborhoods?  Will gays / lesbians get married on Sunday and be fired from work for being in a same sex marriage on Monday?     Hugs