Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Reconnection

12/22/2025


After several years of silence of a couple of years, I spoke with a friend on the phone recently. 

He and his wife have spent years in therapy, mostly finding ways for my friend to bend and stretch  (and compromise) because the will of his wife demands it. 


I know that I do not know all the dynamics within their relationship, but I do know this man well. We met in 1998, and we've been pretty solid fixtures in each other's lives over decades. He's so much like me it's sometimes scary, and I know he's in hell right now. 

I know my role is to help support him through this major change in his llife. I just hope he lets me. 


4/29/2026

Today, this friend told me the following regarding my worry about another friend who is making some mistakes in his life:

"You are allowed to exist without supplying everyone in your orbit value at every moment."

I am so glad E and I talk often. He is getting ready for legal battles, and he seems aware that I am forever in his corner. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Love and Hate

 Love and hate do not live at opposite ends of the emotional spectrum. 


If I have felt love, friendship, and compassion for someone at any point in my life, it still lives there, even in a muted, non-active form. 

I live with regret - regret about things I've done, people I've hurt, expectations I failed to live up to, goals I have abandoned, and mostly the things I haven't done. 

Others tell me that they regret none of their past, and really, they should. Their lack of regret shows me that they are callous and calculating - possibly sociopathic - and obviously never cared about or loved me if they could do the horrible things they have done that hurt me emotionally and physically. 


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A Little More
Ed Sheeran, ©2025


You think I was born to ruin your life
But you did most of that before I arrived
Some things are broken when you open a box
Stop this, you've gone too far, enough is enough


I wish I didn't care this much, but I do
No one knows the half of it, what you put me through
And I, I sometimes wonder, do you live with regret?
Wish I could say, "I wish you the best", 'cause



I used to love you
Now every day I hate you just a little more
Life got better when I lost you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more
Blame it on your history
And say it's not your fault
I can't call you crazy
'Cause you could be diagnosed
Oh, I used to love you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more



I wish that you would look in the mirror 'cause, if you did
You'd see the problem is you 'cause you're a prick
I know that I'm your scapegoat whenever the rain falls
Whenever you slip or when you're in a dip
I was there to lean on when I was a kid
But, now that I'm an adult, I see it for what it is
I have to lock the door now, fuck building a bridge
Take all your apologies and put 'em in a bin
For your dad's sake, please move out your dad's place
Stop bringing drama there with your mates
Your sister's got enough to manage on her plate
To worry 'bout you controlling your rage


And, one day, we'll all be dead
But, between now and then
I never want to see you again



I used to love you
Now every day I hate you just a little more
Life got better when I lost you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more
Blame it on your history
And say it's not your fault
I can't call you crazy
'Cause you could be diagnosed
Oh, I used to love you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more



I wish I didn't care this much, but I do
No one knows the half of it, what you put me through
And I, I sometimes wonder, do you live with regret?
Wish I could say, "I wish you the best", but I don't



I used to love you
Now every day I hate you just a little more
Life got better when I lost you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more
Blame it on your history
And say it's not your fault
I can't call you crazy
'Cause you could be diagnosed
Oh, I used to love you
But every day I hate you just a little more and more and more

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I don't throw anyone away; I know how much that hurts, and I don't wish that on anyone I have ever cared about. 

I've always been "too sensitive" or "too emotional" because I care so much, and while I do see that this is part of what is eating me alive, I have no sustainable method to stop it. 


Every time that people call ME the problem (or imply it) when they were the ones who acted impulsively, immorally, callously, or even violently, it makes me hate them just a little more each day alongside the love that will always be there. 


Maybe someday I'll be indifferent to you. Unfortunately, today is not that day. 



Monday, March 17, 2025

Waiting to Go Numb


You're not really my friend, are you?


You deny me the parts of your life that are obviously important, and you have played with my feelings for so long that I fear I've let you cause irreparable harm to me. 


You lied to me, ouright, and that tells me you don't respect me. You'd probably argue that you didn't lie - that you just didn't know - until now - what you wanted. Then you shouldn't have started anything in the first place. 

You know me. You know how my heart works. 


I needed to feel like I mattered, and you failed me...again. 


I know I'm sensitive, and you've said that I take everything personnally. Everything's "personal" when you're a person...so if you are cold and closed off, you are actually not more evolved. You are the opposite.

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No, I don't wish you happiness becuase you provided me with heartache, misery, and a few triggers that won't soon go away. 

There is nothing that says I need to forgive you. It might be possible if you were actually sorry for what you've done to hurt me. 


I keep hoping to just go numb to you and your life.


Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Letters and Smoke Signals

I write you letters, but I don't send them. 

I don't think you will ever be ready for what I really think of you and what you've done. I also think you have compartmentalized your emotions so well that it may not even register with you that you have done some heinous things to others. 


- When you participated in certain acts with (healed and possibly not-so-healed) adults who had been previously victimized as children, you contributed to their trauma and mental health problems, even if they say they are "fine." People behaving badly is a theme that needs to stop in our world. 

-  When you threw your antics in a former loved one's face - perhaps as a way to brag - you established a mindset that the entire history with that person did not matter and did not mean anything to you. She will never be able to view your shared past the way she did before. By acting the way you have, you have essentially destroyed the past, and each broken memory is starting to drift off like old fading smoke signals from a dying fire. 


- When you continued to ignore the red flags that I - and others - showed you...and then expect sympathy from us, it makes all of our concern and support seem unappreciated, not trusted, etc. Coming back from that is difficult because you did your Narcissistic partner's work by preemptively  discrediting us and now want us to support you as if you hadn't pushed us away and as if we weren't there trying to help you the entire time. 

I know people are flawed and make mistakes - I've made my own, too - and I try to rationalize your attitude, actions, and inaction in an effort to give you grace. I need to stop rationalizing and absorbing bad behavior. 

Sometimes, it's like you want me to accept your degenerate behavior as equal to my non-degenerate behavior. It just isn't, and asking me to believe in fiction like that is not how this is going to play out. 


You hurt me - and you hurt others - in ways you will never fully comprehend, and at this point, I don't think you even care to try to understand how your actions broke things in us, including trust.


It's no longer a question of trying to connect with and show you what you've done in hopes that you'll feel remorse and atone for your behavior. 


It's now about freeing myself from my perceived obligation to even try to help you grow into a better person. 


I think I'm going to dump the letters into my fireplace today and just burn them since it's much more likely that the smoke signals might have a better chance of reaching you. 





Sunday, September 01, 2024

The Final Month of 43

Today is the first day of September. 


In exactly one month, I will turn 44. 

I have mixed feelings on this. I am not afraid of getting older; I just feel there is so much more life I want to live than what I have allowed myself in the past. 


- I start a new job on the 23rd of this month. 

I am working on preparations for that. They include clearing out and redesigning my office and clearing all clutter from my home office. I am also studying different applications that I can incorporate into my new role that will preserve the good things they are already doing while streamlining and automating some of the tasks to help free up time for my team to focus on the more challenging tasks. 


- I am interested in someone who "isn't ready" to date...after he indicated that he wanted to pursue this thing earlier on. 

I know things change and people change their minds as they realize more about themselves. The breadcrumbing needs to stop. It hurts my feelings and makes me second-guess my own feelings and actions. 

I don't feel anything or do anything "lightly," so I mull over everything in true "overthinker" fashion. This is a personality trait - NOT a disorder - so I do not see therapy being a way to stop this behavior in me. This behavior generally keeps me safe because I will consider words and actions from every angle, and that helps me to discern what is safe, what is worth my time, and what is actually meaningful to all involved. 


- I started going to the gym again this morning a 5 AM, and I plan to continue that like I was doing prior to my trip back to Michigan in the spring. 

I was surprised how taxing it was to ride a stationary bike and walk on a tredmill this morning. Tomorrow should prove easier, and the day after that should be even easier. Fall is approaching quickly, and having enough stamina to go out for a hike some afternoons/evenings will be key to my calmness and happiness. 


- I started participating again in my online writing group last week, and I plan to attend regulary, going forward. 

I write daily in a journal, just as I have done since I was in elementary school. I want to return to doing more creative writing, and I want to surround myself with people who see possibility in ideas. I also want the drama in my life to be contained on pages of text rather than in my interactions with other people. 


- The community band I joined earlier this year ended up not panning out.

This actually made the summer much easier to navigate with an influx of work-related activities. 


- My ukulele group has some upcoming performances that I need to decide if I will attend. 

I enjoy performing music, especially as part of a group. It is also physically impossible to be angry or depressed while holding a ukulele, so that is an added benefit. 


- I make weekly (and sometimes, more frequent) trips to donate items from my house.

I like that the clutter is steadily disappearing from my little world here. I feel lighter and freer, just from the removal of ("benign")items, and I hope to keep lifting the sensation of having burdens this way. It's a starting point, and I am certain it will continue to free my mind. Another positive note is that it is easier to think about the future and where I am headed when I am not trapped by all my stuff.  


Thursday, June 13, 2024

27

 Today's number is 27. 


I am choosing 27.



If you know what this means, great!

If you don't know what this means, that's okay, too! It shouldn't affect you in the slightest. 



Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Too Much and Not Enough

 A common theme in my relationships is this constant balancing act. I have been told I am "too much" in the same breath I have been told that I am also "not enough."

I am too much of some things and never enough of others, so it creates this strange dichotomy that results in never measuring up to what someone else is looking for, what someone needs, or what someone wants. 


News flash: I fall short of perfect...and sometimes I even fall short of good.

It does not mean that I don't expect more out of myself. I don't like some of the permanent changes I see in myself, and even one of my neuropsychologists told me that the trick will be to find new ways to try to control, mold, and even accept these parts that I consider "less than" what I want. 


- We pretend to be mature and confident in our teens. 

- Our twenties are full of mistakes and missed opportunities.

- We establish ourselves as true adults - separate from our youths - in our thirties. My thirties included relearning how to walk, read, and function like I did before. 

- It seems as though my forties are the start of just not giving a damn anymore about what others expect or want from me. My forties feel like they belong to me


It took a long time to even feel like me again, and I admit that I sometimes feel like I'm an imposter in my own life. I have all of my memories, all of my previous abilities, and a greater understanding and empathy for those going through serious medical issues. I think that damage to parts of my right hemisphere (although minimal and mostly healed) created a difference in me that is hard to come back from. (Humans typically feel connection to others and their own memories through signals in the right hemisphere of the brain.)


I have this new direction/opportunity in front of me, and I want it. 

The start of it felt slightly jarring, but not in a negative way. It was more like waking up.  

I was surprised, comfortable, and intrigued. It's familiar but new, and I just feel good. 

This feels like a fit; I am just worried about all the ways in which I will not be enough or will be too much. 

The last time I had this chance, I was without the (albeit mild) issues caused by a health problem in 2011, and I feel like I am competition with both my younger, more exciting, and more abled self and others who "measure up" in different, more exciting, and more experienced ways.   



Saturday, December 09, 2023

True Friendship: Repairing My Kitchen and My Life

 Yesterday night, I ended a relationship with someone I had been dating for seven months. While things started out on the same page, a friend cautioned me about the situation. 

She stated that while we both have baggage, the "luggage" does not match. This man's unresolved childhood trauma, past failed relationships (including a marriage that ended earlier this calendar year), and his unwillingness to deal with his issues in a way that involved trained therapists all led to our undoing. 

I decided to pursue this relationship anyway. For the first few months, things were good. We enjoyed the same activities (hiking, photography, comedy shows, museums, etc.), and we had plenty of opportunities to spend time together doing activities we both liked. 

I asked him in July for names of some contractors that he works with that he would trust to give me an estimate on some kitchen repairs that I needed. I have asked every week since the second week of July. Every time, he has given me a different excuse, put it off, or "forgot." 

The trouble really began when I introduced him to my two closest friends. One friend - an older woman I befriended while working in educational publishing - and the other - a man to whom I was introduced by a mutual friend. These two people have become "my tribe" while living so far from family, and they both prioritize me in ways that make me feel like I am part of their families. 

The boyfriend really took a liking to the female friend, and he was supportive of me spending time with her. He instantly disliked my male friend and began accusing me of inappropriate behaviors and banter with said person (despite those things never having happened). 

We should have halted things then, but we continued with the understanding that his insecurities, our mutual overthinking, and our interactions with other people would need to be addressed with supportive transparency. 

In recent months, things deteriorated, particularly when my male friend's mother rapidly declined in health and passed away. By reaching out to check on my friend and his sister, I had "broken" some sort of "rule" to which I had not agreed, My boyfriend explained that I had "prioritized them" by sending them texts to let them know that I am so sorry for their loss and was around if they needed me. 

I was not asked to end my friendship with my best male friend, although my boyfriend had asked that I  spend more time with him in the evenings rather than spending my time talking to the friend every afternoon/evening). I felt this would help my relationship, so I had a conversation with my friend who agreed that it was probably good for us both to focus on our new relationships and limit our catching up. His relationship did not last very long, but he continued to honor my request for uninterrupted time with my boyfriend. 

I do not progress in relationships as quickly as others, and this caused a rift in my relationship. My boyfriend decided that he "knew" why I was not like other people he had dated in the past and it was not that I was just a different person with different values. He decided the problem must be my close friendship with my friend, and he began badmouthing him and then accusing me of doing things with that person (in the past before I met my boyfriend). 

Every time I explained it was inappropriate for him to suggest such things and that he was wrong about his assumptions, he started an argument and cited my failure to "meet [his] needs" and how I was causing ALL the problems in the relationship.  

A week ago, we sat down to discuss the status of our relationship and if either or both of us felt it was salvageable. We both agreed that we needed to do some serious work. On Monday, we met to start the hard work of figuring out the mess we had created. We both expressed that we were going to meet later in the week after we spent time mapping out what we wanted and what we each needed to feel supported and loved. 

I completed my "assignment" and checked throughout the week to see if he was ready to share his, as well. Each day, he presented me with a different reason why he could not get to it - the final one being that he did not feel it was necessary to write down his ideas and he had thrown away the paper. When I asked if he would like for me to email it to him, he just gave a short "No" and changed the subject. 

I mentioned again that I needed the short list of contractors he had promised since one issue was becoming a larger problem now that the temperature outside was dropping lower and lower. He, again, did not have the information I requested. 

I also asked if we could meet on Friday night, and he explained that he hoped we could fix "this." He did not respond when I asked what time or where we should plan to meet. I tried a few times through social media messages and a phone call during the day on Friday. Eventually, he told me to just call him on the phone. 

I did. 


I asked if he felt that we were working, and he said no. We talked for a few minutes, and a mild disagreement started. I asked about what pathways he sees to reach a resolution. He said, "I don't see any way to fix this because you don't prioritize me."

I took a deep breath, silently counted to ten, and said that this relationship was just not working for me. I did not think we were going to be able to fix it. He agreed.

At this point, I said, "We need to stop torturing each other. We bring out the worst in each other, and I think this just needs to be over."

He hung up and then started sending (blasting, really) messages via social media chat. I agreed to talk, and although the result was the same, he unleashed some anger. We ended that call upset. 

Over the next couple of hours, we talked, argued, cried, offered apologies, cried some more, and offered well wishes to each other. 

I woke up sad today, but it did not last long. 

My friend Mark texted me to ask if today is a good day for him to come over to help me repair the plumbing, the wall, and the ceiling in my kitchen. 

We spent today doing just that while he reassured me that I would be okay, that working on myself to spot and avoid people like the (now former) boyfriend in the future is a good use of my time, and talking about life. 

We even made time for a swordfight with the foam insulation tubes for the pipes!


All in all, today was the first day of what I feel could be a path full of better days...and I have a true friend who will help build those better days!

Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Three Essential Questions

 11/22/2023

I never really followed the show Grey's Anatomy when it was on TV. I know that characterization for TV shows requires a certain level of exaggeration and extremism, and I just could not fully invest in "caricatures" of medical professionals. 

I know real people are not actually like the over-the-top characters, and the hospital-based and personal disasters are unrealistic. I am unsure what I lack in life lately, but I have been pulled into this ridiculous medical drama via Netflix. 

I started at the beginning and am currently in Season 10. In a "recent" episode, one doctor is addressing a patient who is alive and mentally alert despite either breaking his back or his neck. As the patient had expressed a wish to NOT be kept alive by machines, Dr. Yang is verifying that he does, indeed, want to be taken off the ventilator, which will lead to his own death since he is paralyzed from the neck down and his body cannot even breathe on its own. 

The situation is extreme, which both irritates me and entertains me, but the questions really struck a chord with me, and I think they are valuable self-assessment tools for people experiencing a traumatic event AND for people who just need to redirect their efforts for more purposeful living. 

The questions:


1. Do you know who you are?

- I remember being asked this when I came out of my medically-induced coma in 2011. I knew my name, address, birthdate. I did NOT have a strong sense of who I was after the aneurysm rupture, and it took quite a while to regain my sense of self. 

- I think we should all be asking ourselves who we are because life is not experienced in a vacuum, and we experience, react, adapt, and evolve throughout our lives. Do I know who I am? Yes. Will I be the same person five years from now? Probably not. I'll be mostly the same, but life will continue to shape me just as I will continue to shape my life. 






2. Do you understand what's happened to you?

- I recall both my medical team and my parents asking me this question after we determined that I knew who I was. I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the medical emergency I had just survived, and I certainly was not fully aware of how my life would change. 

I felt like I was an imposter wearing a damaged costume (mostly) shaped like me. Intensive physical, occupational, speech and neuropsychological therapy helped to "patch up" the parts that the doctors could patch up. 

- In a greater sense, I feel that this question is much more cerebral (get it? brain pun!) since it requires an awareness of the past, the present, and the future to provide context for any hardship we endure, especially during the moment itself. 

- In the broad spectrum of trauma (of which I have had plenty...some from circumstance, some medical, some caused by other humans, and some created in my own anxiety-focused mind), the scariest part of this is knowing that some of the worst experiences of my life happened when I was incapacitated and I cannot actually recall everything. I am certain, though, that if I did remember all of it, I would probably have even more issues and triggers. There is an odd peace in missing some of the more horrific pieces. 






3. Do you want to live this way?

- No one asked me this question until I was in therapy for trauma caused by another person. After my aneurysm rupture, subarachnoid hemorrhage, and stroke, I was not given a choice. I was told that I needed to get up and try to fix what was newly broken and damaged in me. There was no option to choose a life in which I did not regain my physical, emotional, intellectual, and social determination and independence. By seeing only a path in front of me to slowly gather and glue back together all the pieces of me, I did not even consider that I had a choice to make. 

- Living this way made it easy to tell myself I was far more healed than I actually was. I only realized that I was not as okay as I believed when someone inflicted additional trauma on me that left me alone, confused, and scared. 

I was referred to a therapist who specialized in this particular type of counseling, and she asked me one day when I was talking (probably ranting) about the anger I felt: Do you want to keep living life this way? She explained that anger feels stronger than fear, but courage is about facing the issues head-on and dealing with the fallout...which will eventually transition into strength and pride in my ability to overcome anything. It took almost two years to work through that pain, and I emerged with a stronger sense of self. 





Thank you, Shonda Rhimes and Sandra Oh, for giving me questions to ponder!





Friday, November 17, 2023

Hiatus Over

 Today, I woke up thinking about the unfinished writing in my life. 

I manage state-level adoptions of instructional materials for an educational publisher, and I do a lot of form-filling, documentation-gathering, communications with educational agencies, and project management. I do not, however, get to do a lot of writing. 

In my last role (which was, technically, a more comprehensive but "smaller" role) with an educational publisher, I did much of the same - form-filling, documentation-gathering, communications with educational agencies, and project management - but I also got to create alignment documents to match educational programs to academic state standards and I wrote business proposals for state adoptions and district adoptions, responded to catalog bids for instructional materials, and  I sometimes even partnered with the marketing team to use my creative writing skills to help market educational materials to different clientele. 

Since my last writing streak on here:

1. I re-enrolled in my Master of Arts (English Studies) program and finished it in 2015. (What's an extra four years for a degree I had planned to finish the year my aneurysm ruptured and I had to shift my focus, energy, and money to recovering from that?)

2. I moved to Massachusetts in 2017 - lived in 4 different apartments there (one of which was with my now ex-boyfriend Chris, whom I was with 2014 - 2020). I turned my full-time job into a part-time position and have worked in higher education, temporary positions in various fields, and in educational publishing. Both of my cats are gone. Alison died in 2020 at age 18, and Natalie died in 2021 at age 19. Chris's cats Mimi and Creature have also died (both in 2022). They had also been "my" cats in the two years Chris and I lived together.  

3. I moved to New Hampshire in 2022 when I bought my first house. It's an okay place; I just feel like I am in the M. C. Escher paiting Relativity because I have stairs everywhere. I'm not thrilled by the HOA and its drama. I still work in educational publishing and still teach part-time. I currently have a new boyfriend. Really interesting part? He's also a Metro Detroiter (and has an abundance of Detroit-specific tattoos to prove it!) living in New Hampshire.

4. My two closest friends are a 70-year-old woman I used to work with at one educational publisher and a 50-year-old man who a former coworker tried to set me up with since we were both single. We hit it off immediately, but much to Jackie's disappointment after the setup, the only thing that sparked is friendship. 

5. I still teach English and German online and am also looking for more of that, either at the high school level or as an adjunct faculty member in higher education. 

6. I have also started writing a LOT of things but didn't finish. I currently have:

- TV pilot scripts mapped out with some portions scripted for several episodes

- lots of ideas on Post-it notes

- journal entries

- poetry

- short stories and mapped out ideas for books, including a "children's" book series that center on a friend of mine and his dog

- political rants but still no manifestos.

- academic resources that I use in my teaching and others that I sell on Teachers Pay Teachers

- letters

- essays and master's thesis documents, and even some of my own research that has not (yet) been published. Maybe 2024 will kick me in the kiester just enough to submit it to periodicals and journals, as well as for teaching conferences. 



Tuesday, December 31, 2019

ND

Part of me wants someone whom I shall refer to as ND. We argued today. It happens every so often, but we resolve things quickly and continue our talks. I know he and I will never be anything more than friends, but he is so much more than a friend - I can always count on him for sound advice, calm and collected discourse, and a sense of calm that puts everyone at ease. 

The safety he brings to my life is incalcuable. During the worst several years of my life, he became my closest friend, and even though there were some horrible things that happened that I just couldn't talk about at the time, I know he noticed them and just remained a steadfast support system. 

I moved away, and then he moved away, and I feel that distance as we both pursue lives that we can shape on our own. We are not as close, and that is okay. It just hurts, though, and I know he'd probably be the first to say that it's okay to not be okay sometimes, and that those feelings can eventually lead to what we're supposed to find. 

I know he'd say these things because he has said them before. 

I just miss my friend. 

I'm not ready for you to only be a memory

Alison is having more bad days than good days.



In February 2019, she was paralyzed in her back legs and tail. With acupuncture and lots of pain medication, she regained the use of her hind legs. Her tail has not come back "online."

In May 2019, the vet noticed a drop in Alison's weight from 9 pounds to 7 pounds. We worked on bulking up her weight through higher fat content food.


In November 2019, the vet explained that she had only a week or two left, but she has managed to survive almost two more months. She had dropped from 7 pounds to under 5 pounds, and the vet found a mass in her abdomen but couldn't test it due to Alison's low body weight.

Alison's weight has gone up and down every week since that November appointment, and she is still walking, eating, drinking, and using the litterbox properly.

We have an appointment today for End-of-Life evaluation and care after several days of extreme lethargy, weakness, lack of eating, and general pain. Depending on what the vet says, we might need to euthanize her today or we can wait.

No one is ready to lose a person or a pet, but I am really not ready for her to only be a memory.


Sunday, June 30, 2019

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Alison

Alison is one of my cats. She was born in July 2002, and I adopted her in 2003.



December was difficult. She developed a UTI, and during the exam to determine the cause, the vet diagnosed renal failure (she is in the very early stages of it, but her kidney health is actually pretty good right now).

She's always been a very active cat, and she wasn't letting her antibiotics slow her down. The UTI passed, and she was doing really well.

And then February 7th happened. She was fine in the early morning, jumping onto counters and begging for treats. Twenty minutes later, she was in the dining room, dragging her hind legs and tail behind her. I rushed her to an emergency veterinary hospital in a nearby city, where they immediately did blood work and a full exam.

They suggested letting her stay overnight to go through more tests, have X-Rays done, and then recuperate. Chris and I even got to visit her before her bedtime (yes, my cat has a specific time of day that she grabs her favorite toy and expects to be tucked into her blankets for the night).

The next day, the vet said she improved but then declined again, so I scheduled a feline neurology appointment for the following morning. The neurologist suggested lots of rest, a padded cage or room separate from the other cats where she would have a reduced risk of falling and injuring herself further, and possibly starting acupuncture treatments.

Today, I was helping Alison into her little bed, and she stretched and I felt her back crack (in a good way!). She immediately started taking a few more steps on her own.

Tomorrow, a vet/acupuncturist is making a house call to come treat Alison. We'll see if this helps her regain use of her limbs.

We head back to the neurologist on Saturday.

I know both of my cats are turning 17 this summer, but it seems they have lots of life left in them. Alison is seriously motivated by kitten chow (bad for her kidney health) and treats (also not the greatest for her kidneys).

So far, the two vets at her regular veterinary clinic, her ER vet, and the neurologist say that as long as she has a good quality life and is still eating and drinking....just keep that going!

We'll find out tomorrow morning if the veterinarian/acupuncturist suggests the same.


Friday, January 04, 2019

2019: Purge, Purge, Purge!

2019 Reasons to Purge, Purge, Purge

It's time for all that "New Year/New You" crap.

This year, I am focusing on Goals rather than Resolutions. (more on those at a later time because it seems that four of my seven goals are, perhaps, not realistic in the span of one calendar year)


One of my cats is experiencing Stage 1 renal failure. She has arthritis, as well, but other than those two things, she's a pretty solid little Golden Girl kitty. The vet is optimistic about the antibiotics, medicated food, and the water intake, so far.

I am removing a minimum of ten (10) items from my home per day and discarding, donating, or gifting them.

So far in 2019, I have eliminated 32 items, and I have the rest of today to pick more items to go.
I started watching Hoarders (in the background) while I clean my home. It seems to help motivate me to keep going, as I am desperately afraid of reaching "Hoarder" status.

I am a packrat. I was raised by a cluttered packrat. She was raised by a minimally neat hoarder. The neat hoarder was raised by a Hoarder.



I am reading every day, and I've started writing again. I love my three jobs (coordinator in educational sales, German teacher, and English & German teacher with contracted course writing duties).

I'm making friends with some coworkers, which makes me happy. I have felt a little isolated as my social life really just consists of spending time with my boyfriend (with whom I live).


Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Alicia minus 365

Forgive me....it's been almost four years since my last post (Wow, that sounded almost like the beginning of confessional booth rhetoric!)


I live on the East Coast now.
I just moved in with the boyfriend (of four years).
Collectively, we have 4 cats in our 3.5 bedroom apartment.
I still teach part-time, but I took a new full-time office job with an education company. I create alignment documentation for company products to match them with state standards for the ales department.
I eat too much junk food, and I don't exercise enough.
In one month and three days, I will be a whole year older than my current age.

As a method to take back control of my life (filled with stuff and and obsession with food), I am going to do the following, beginning Saturday, September 1, 2018:

1. Walk every morning (0.5 mile up to 2 miles, depending on weather, body aches, and other responsibilities.
2. Exercise in the fitness center at work every weekday at lunchtime with Alex, my new coworker. She seems super happy to have found a willing workout buddy in the office! My goal is 30 minutes, but if I start with 10-15 until I am ready to do more, that is okay, too!

3. The boyfriend and I are going to try going out to eat only once or twice per week. We do enjoy cooking together, and I think his healthy inclinations and my vegetable-based diet will help to make us both happier and healthier.

4. I want to take at least one training course - in real estate, law, education, etc. to expose me to more ideas, avenues, etc. I have the option in October, which I plan to take.

5. I will remove at least one item in my home and/or storage unit per day. I hope this will escalate to a "remove 2 or 3 items per day" trend. I have too much stuff and it's really weighing me down.

6. I want to do more photography and writing. I'm not sure what will be my main focus, but I have a few ideas.

7. I need to write the script for a revival of an old TV show that I feel has the chance to serve as a connection to the past while shedding light on a very real issue in U.S. society. On any given day, the characters interact in my head and we've been through the same 3-4 "episodes." I think it is finally time to buckle down and put these ideas on paper.

8. I plan to get my health issues take care of, to the best of my ability. The list, so far, includes heel bone spurs, daily migraines (including both cerebral and ocular varieties), an aggravated kneecap, lower back pain, poor circulation, kidney stones every 3-4 years, a uterine fibroid tumor that was embolized in 2016 (I don't think it's an issue any longer), Shingles last year, poor oxygenation of the blood, and an aterio-venous malformation that has already caused one ruptured brain aneurysm.  (I know that if I could get myself the cortizone-steroid shots in both of my heels, I would be able to walk comfortably for the next 6-8 months....which could lead to a huge increase in activity.)

So, my starting tasklist only has these 8 things in it. It's a good start. If you could help me stay focused and motivated, I'd be so appreciative.




Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Three years, Five months, and Twenty-six days.

This month, I feel more like myself than I have in the past three years, five months, and twenty-six days.

In those 1,276 days, I have been through the following:

1.  Brain surgery and recovery

2. Four new jobs. The latest is the most amazing!

3. Four broken hearts (although I think only three were intentional)

4. A legal battle (still unresolved)

5. A return to (and somewhat of a departure from) the Catholic church.

6. Visited Canada. A lot.

7. Started living more in the moment because I finally understand that our time here is short and I want to live.

8. I helped a friend who needed more support than I thought I could give, and I think I'm now more his family than his family is his family.

9. Gained a new best friend who would do anything for me, just as I would do anything for him.

10. Began volunteering for a noble cause with a health organization nearby.

11. Returned to the fold of music. It's everywhere - my volunteer activities, my leisure activities, my relationship (my boyfriend is in charge of two music organizations in the area).

12. Joined German language groups.

13. Committed more to my writing group.

14. Started selling my endless amount of books on Amazon.

15. Started dancing - the Argentine tango!

16. Started to forgive some of those people who've wronged me (the serious wrongs).

17. Walked for a charity cause (Brain Aneurysm Foundation).

18.Was gifted a large saloon-style upright concert grand piano.

19. Helped friends find new partners and find new careers.

20. Removed some people from my circle of friends - people who were thwarting my progress.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Tango

A year ago, after heartbreak, I devoted my typically boyfriend-oriented Friday evenings to something new: dancing the Argentine Tango.

Since learning to "follow" a little more in my dancing life, I've applied that skill to a few other areas in my life with some success.

Granted, finding love last fall didn't pan out with that man, it set me up to become more involved in some educational endeavors that have now placed me on track to a return to my teaching career.

I tend to want to lead in most aspects of my life, but "leading" by sharing my concerns, irritations, etc. is just not working.

Following a friend's suggestion, I stepped into the role of 'data entry clerk' in the health information management field. I have, for the most part, enjoyed this job, although my desire to return to teaching is always there, waiting to take that step forward.

In one year, I've lost love, found love, lost love again (but retained an amazing friend), networked, worked within the 'system' to get my life's desires again, met new people, said good-bye to several people, and generally followed the lead. Although I don't necessarily enjoy being a 'follower,' sometimes it's in the footsteps of others that we begin to understand them, their struggles, and all that we have in common. I can then take this knowledge and use it in ways that help me and those around me. I've begun teaching online, I volunteered a bit at the HIV center, I started a new job, I've performed music quite a bit, and I've gathered what appears to be an army to help in my fight to return to my career (doctors, therapists, social workers, insurance personnel, educators, and family). I even interviewed for a new teaching position and I am keeping my fingers crossed!

Tomorrow, my boyfriend and I (and one of my newer friends) will be embarking on a new Argentine Tango
journey. I hope that it builds more steps forward into my own personal journey, both in life and in love. If the fun, flirty leg kicks aren't enough, perhaps I'll venture down the street sometime and see if the Salsa will bring a little more spice into my life.


Friday, August 02, 2013

Messes

I made yet another mess. I took someone's words at face value. Due to right brain damage, I couldn't tell he was joking and I really insulted him and the woman he's seeing. I feel horrible. 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Alone Again

Today, I survived a difficult conversation regarding my relationship. Apparently, it's time to be single.