It's been a Hell-Of-A-Week...
Joe just got his stitches removed yesterday, and was given a little rubber ball and a wad of silly putty to be used for 'therapy', to get his gripping strength back in shape before he goes back to work and hits 10 hour days with a welding gun in his hand (ow). The purple writing is all courtesy of the Doctor, who very carefully marked all three fingers to be done, then drew arrows on the palm at what appears to be the area for incision, and then adds-- with a flair-- his initials at the bottom of it all. Ta-da!!!
 |
| This is Joe's-Hand, the day of the surgery, stitches & all. |
Night before last I was hit, unexpectedly and very rudely I might add, with a terrific bout of "Internal Issues". Suffice it to say that I was rolling on the floor at one point, while Joe-- my loving and ever thoughtful and caring husband-- kept asking me,
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital, honey?" At that point, honestly, I could not have gotten up to get to a hospital on my own steam-- I actually needed help just getting to the bathroom and back.
It progressed through the night to a point that was actually alarming, so much so, that I wound up making an impromptu ER visit the next morning.
"What do you think could've brought this on?", I was asked by the Medical People. (Actually, for the several hundred to a thousand dollars that this ER visit will probably cost, I was sort of hoping that they could tell me.)
Let's see...the possibilities could be:
1) that narley ice-cream cone that I ate at McDonald's the day before-- it Didn't-Look-Right; I almost handed it back. I even mentioned this fact to my daughter, who was with me. I jokingly said,
"I might regret eating this." (I'm psychic, remember, she says with a wink-- so why don't I listen to myself?)
2)
St. John's Wort-- which I just started re-taking 2 days before the onslaught of "Internal Issues". We actually googled this and there is a syndrome, called
Serotonin Syndrome, which is linked to taking this herb in combination with other medications, or taking too much at one time (she says guiltily, the extra 3 pills glaring at her from the dark recesses of her memory).
And I have to say, though I'm not a Doctor, that my symptoms and this syndrome were right on cue. I have thrown the bottle away, and from now on, I will now be an advocate for tightening up access to "Herbal Remedies"-- Hey, peoples, these 'herbs' are drugs, they may be 'natural', but they're still chemicals that need to be handled with caution!!
3) For months I've been bothered with severe pain in my lower left abdomen, even had a Cat Scan done, which revealed "nothing". My body, and the sharp shooting pain, has kept telling me There's-Something-Wrong-Here, but the highly modern and technological cat scan says that everything is "OK". Everything is not okay, believe me, technology or not, you know when something is wrong with your body. This is where the severe pain stemmed from, and it shot straight across my lower tummy, laughing at me all the way.
Okay, so the Medical People get this all down. Doctor comes back in and wants to do another Cat Scan, at $4000.00 a pop, no less. I had already explained that this was recently done, and I had my own copy, and he could look it up and view it since it was done at this facility. (Yes, I declined.)
Then I said,
"This hospital is already suing us for a back bill."
Holy crap. They had me up and out of there faster than you can say "witch-on-a-broom".
"Okay, we'll just treat the symptoms." Doctor says, slightly red-faced and rushed.
Yes, I felt better when I left-- they had rehydrated me, given me a pain killer, and some anti-inflammatory medication. But remember, oh--I didn't tell you, colon cancer runs in my family, but, oh well. What the hell-- get her outa' here. (This is the energy I felt.)
I won't name this facility, but you know where we live, so you can google it. And from now on, I think we'll listen to the advice we've been given by oodles & oodles of people-- Bypass this facility and go into Omaha for medical treatment.
There is a humorous turn about this story-- You know the little paper armbands with your name & DOB on it, the one they use to identify you, and the one they use to scan every single item they use or bring you in order to charge you for it? Mine didn't work.
Nurse Gena, who was a sweetheart by the way, tries to scan the meds she's giving me.
"Hmmm, this is odd.", she says. She calls over the phone,
"Bring me another scanner, this one isn't working."
In minutes, a new scanner is delivered to the room. It doesn't work.
"Hmmm, this is really odd.", Nurse Gena says again. Over the phone once more,
"Can you print me off another wrist band, this one isn't working."
Within minutes, I have another wrist band on my other arm.
The scanners don't work on this one either.
"Now this is really, really *Weird*!", Nurse Gena says with emphasis. She laughs, and looking down at me she says,
"You must be a ghost!"
I look up at her, laughing, and say,
"It must be Witchcraft!"
She hasn't got a clue.
 |
| My Witchy Room |
Spells & Stuff...I love receiving emails and messages from people who are interested in Witchcraft and the whole Pagan scene. But I have to tell you, I cringe when I start an email that says,
"I need your help..." And it goes on for several paragraphs, in-depth, about their personal issues. They want me to come up with some sort of magickal spell, on the spur of the moment, and apparently with no compensation for time spent working on the project.
I tell you peoples, if money were no issue, and I had all the time in the world to sit around and write up spells for people, I would be in seventh heaven. But that is not the case. Money is tight here, just as it is for many families, and if I'm going to spend time researching your particular situation, hovering over spell books, typing out all the info, and keeping in touch if you have Any-Other-Questions, I'm going to have to be paid for my effort.
Please note-- there are oodles of
Free-Spells at my blog, just follow the links; and also, you can search my blog,
Magickal Connections, for blog posts on a variety of magickal subjects. You could also buy my
books--
Ahem!
If none of the above suit you, and you still want me to help you put together a spell tailored just for you and your specific issues, I offer
Spell Consultations at my website. (No, they're not free.)
I know this is my Personal-Blog-Spot-For-Personal-Stuff, but I've just been inundated with requests; and I may wind up posting this section of this blog at my Other Blog and elsewhere. (In the couple days I've been sick, my email has been deluged with 600 pieces of correspondence coming through for all kinds of things, including requests like this-- this is why I usually manage my email Every Day to keep up with it.)
 |
Our Backyard Garden
|
I'm going to wind up this blog post with a weather report, because we can all relate to the weather.
It's rainy here, we've gotten so much rain that I looked out the bedroom window this morning to see that the ditch was flooded to the point it was ready to run over into the road. I love rain. Love it, love it, love it. But once in a while, it's true, you can have too much of a good thing. It can stop now, preferably before we get water in the basement.
The photo above is
Our Backyard Garden, as the caption says, complete with a cool spider web and sun rays-- you can almost hear the Angel's Choir. You'll find fairies in this garden, though, and maybe a gnome or two. :)
