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I am sorry this is so late getting out. Now that I can walk again I am helping Ron renovate the house and create my new office by making the meals and doing the dishes and laundry. But I am exhausted at the end of the day. I got to bed between 6 and 7 pm and get up between 4 and 5 am. I am not complaining, just telling the facts of my life. On Monday the 6th I got a spine shot that let me walk again. It is slowly wearing off and the pain and neuropathy in my right leg is again increasing. This morning I made breakfast of fried potatoes, two slices of bacon each, two sausage patties each, and three eggs fried over medium where the whites are fully cooked and the yolk is still yellow and runny. Ron wanted two whole muffins and I had two slices of toast.
Then I went out with Ron to the nearby Publix to get our 4 cases of Publix caffeine free diet cola which is 24 two litter bottles and while I waited for the store to bring them out to me Ron got a few snacks I wanted, such as peanuts and almonds, along with a few other things. Then when we got home I started the laundry of towels and sat down for a bit. Then got up to make Ron lunch but he saw how tired I was and told me he could get it himself so I started doing dishes.
Our next goal is to get the meat slicer out and make breakfast steaks and sliced ham for sandwiches out of the two medium hams we bought. It is far cheaper that way than buying individual ham steaks and sliced ham from the deli. Then Ron says he will make supper but I think if I can stand I will. But I am very tired. So now at 2:20 pm I am trying to finish the morning cartoons / memes / news posts.
But the real reason for writing this on this post is tomorrow. I have my spine surgery scheduled for 07:30 in the morning. Yes I am worried, but I have to have it. This is the one where they put me almost mostly under (the person who called me told me I wouldn’t be able to remember it happened). Heard that before. But I did remember. So nothing by mouth but my morning pills which they went over with Ron and I.
I admit I am struggling with the fact that I will be basicly nude and unable to protect myself during this. I have been drugged for sex in my childhood. So as I told people here I have to have a colonoscopy, and this is the same issue. The thing I have to help me is that this surgeon I have known and been getting epidurals from him that required my butt to be exposed. Therefore, I trust him.
I never told him but I know he knows of my childhood abuse because Doctor Brenda must have recorded it in my chart. Anyway the point is if I can get the cartoons / memes / and news post out tomorrow I will. I just don’t know how I will feel after the M.I.L.D. surgery to cut and trim the spinal cord in my lower spine. Oh Ron and I just trimmed up two hams into sandwich meat and ham steaks for breakfast. I will post that soon. Hugs
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BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD


Ron nad I have library cards. They let you borrow far more than books. They also have audio books, movies, TV shows, and games for every platform. When I want a book to listen to but it is too expensive, as audio books tend to be, we borrow it from the library app. The cool thing is if our branch doesn’t have it the main system will somewhere and we can still borrow it. Hugs

































































































Yesterday, I stumbled on a forum dedicated to hate me, where people basically spend their lives spewing transphobic bs, obsessing over my body, making up stuff about me, sharing awful parodies of my work, etc. It really got to me, as I’ve been living with the knowledge that these people are constantly there, stalking each of my movements, for several years now.
I will never understand this kind of hate. I cried a good deal of tears. It was important. I need to feel in order to find the will and energy to create. I remembered who I do all this work for : us. The ones I call my family. My trans siblings. That’s why my new book starts with “we”. That’s why I’m announcing it in the urgency, as a memorandum for these troubled times and a reminder that we are stronger together, and that we need to be there for each other.
We won’t be erased. Pre-order it on my Etsy store

















































































Ron and I. I get up earlier than him by several hours. Hugs









































































































































































































































































































I am sorry, I wanted to add so much more to this post. I have 65 websites I use to make this post. However I am very very tired. It is 4 pm here and I will struggle to make supper for Ron and me, and I doubt I will be able to even eat. As much as I love the blog and the people who come here who I adore, I love my husband the most. Two days ago when I fell because I grabbed a support that gave way, my 71 year old husband charged into the room and helped me back up. Both of my hands were very bruised and damaged. We help each other. So this is the post. After I schedule this, I will go make our supper. Sadly I simply have run out of time today to get to the wonderful comments. But the grand thing is everyone who comes here has a voice on what I post. But Ron has said that other than sharpening the knives he needs he really wants to leave me alone to reply to your comments. See Ron understands both how important this blog is for me and he agrees to the large cost each year, and he supports my being able to interact with each of you. However on my part I also know that making my husband of 36 years happy means a lot of nighttime hugs and some one who reaches out to comfort me when I am crying or sobbing at night.
I hope others can have the relationship Ron and I have. When he was sick or fearing he needed a new heart I was there for him in the room holding his hand. When I scream out at night remembering my abuse scaring the cat he is there to wake me, hold me, and force the hurt away from me by his very presence. Love and best wishes to everyone and hugs to those that want them. Scottie



























































































































































































