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MS, Blogging Snakes – Rats, Traps, and Zaps

This blog is by no means what would be considered a successful blog in terms of ratings.  I get excited when someone comments for goodness sakes! But that said, it serves my purposes,  I have shared with a few great people whom I call friends – internet friends – and I can read older posts of mine and take a trip down memory lane – a short one I know.

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A blog after all is an online journal, a written record of personal experiences and observation.  So what is up with all the finger pointing, mean spirited comments, personal attacks, etc. in many sectors of the blogging community? I have been hacked before,  relieved nasty emails, and once someone taking offense to a post I made actually showed up at my home.  So what is that eh?  Most of these things came out of posts that were of a political theme or current event.

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Now, since being diagnosed with MS a whole new can of sneaky snake worms have appeared. Some on message boards, some in forum discussions, and yep some bloggers. Once again, I am new to this “community” and have spent the last 7 months lurking around forums and reading the blogs representative of the whole MS blogger community. Some blogs were so over the top either religiously (if you are not well you don’t believe enough) while others push cures ( bee stings, diets, goo roo’s , some for free and some for a fee.

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Come on folks! I have enough of a time getting my brain and body to function on some level of normalcy to weed through all this rubbish.   I don’t choose to use the DMD’s but if you do I respect your choices. I believe that positive thought/attitude can go a long way but I do not believe that someone having a bad time is neccesarily negative – like I don’t get up in the morning in pain because I had negative thinking – it is usually a balled up muscle. I sure don’t set myself up to go  out to get lost and confused so I can pull a poor me.

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I have read many blogs full of hope, humor, and information.  I have read some that frankly just piss me the F off. Seems that some of the ones I like are getting a dose of snakes  –

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I don’t get it? if you don’t like a particular blog – then stop reading it!

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If you don’t like someones comment on your blog unless it is nasty, threatening (other than to your purse), or you just don’t like the person who left the comment – why delete it? I admit that sometimes I don’t post a comment because I can not figure out if it is spam or not – but I dont not approve a comment because I think the persons point of view sucks.

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Then again I do not get a lot of comments anyways.  But this is a journal for me really and those who share in my journal journey with me are welcome.

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On a side note, the ants are not as bad now, I think I have just about gotten their tiny butts irradicated. On a more pressing issue, the dog food left out next door is attracting freaking RATS!!!!!!!!!! I saw one in the back porch as Annie and Catfish tried to catch it I was freaking out – augh no dont get that yucky dirty creature into you jaws. Oh gads. B and T are here this weekend again so we all went to the hardware store and picked up three electronic traps – cause I so am not using poison as it could hurt my woofy dogs.  So here is to hoping the traps go zap in the night.

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I dislike wild rats, the cute pet ones are OK, but the ugly ones in the ghetto here are so unwelcomed.  We have all garbage cans sealed tight, leave no food out, etc, now if only the freaking neighbor would get a clue.  The rats are running from their yard along the common fence and have dug a few routes to our small yard and have apparently gnawed into the shed. The ate the leaves off my fake ficus tree I stored in there – so somewhere some baby rats are snuggled all up in the leaves of my defunct tree. Oh happy joy joy what a delightful thought. I am so glad to contribute to their warmth and well being -NOT!!!!

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On the funny side, B accidentally turned on the trap while loading the batteries.  I heard a zap noise, B jumped, and as I was looking at him I saw the hairs on his arm stand up – the look on his face – priceless.

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Rejuvenation Needed

I got into the bath the tube of orange colored gel promised to rejuvenate – oh boy I need rejuvenating! The contents are a pretty bright orange color and the fragrance citrus. Dang if it was not nice but I fear I have not rejuvenated a bit.
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The kitchen make over left me zapped. One more cupboard to empty and redo the shelf paper etc. Amazing what lurks in the dark corners. Where did this mug, spice, bowl, or other misc. thing come from? Yawn.
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I am suppose to make an appointment with my PCP, first I need to get the usual blood work done, make the appointment, blah blah blah . … my health insurance is under my partners policy. The company was recently bought out by a much larger one (largest? now in the USA in its field) anywho – a new health card came – only one, mine. My HMO number, my name, and partners birth date. You may note, partner got no card. Called the new employer human resource dept – and they so could not get that we were not trying to cancel a person but get the member card correct. I am thinking request new cards from HMO might be faster route? Ok, the HMO says the only reason a new card would be issued was if the patient info changed – ummm I am thinking the employer changed my birth date – duh! So, now we wait to see if I get another new card signaling that the employer made the correction -AUGH.
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The point is that I was hoping to use this as an escape from doing the vampire tests and making the appointment that I don’t want to go to anyways. Tee hee. I am not in the mood to hear what I already know or have figured out or something new for that matter. Maybe next week. My list is long.
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Maybe if I took 26 pills like Montel I would be rejuvenated? Only I have trouble swallowing one pill at a time. God knows I don’t want to suffocate! My hug is always there sometimes worse than others but after spending a lot of time convincing myself that it would not stop me from getting air – along comes this Dr. Oz, I was not going to say anything about this but Montel . … his dang kitchen looks bigger than my downstairs so I have trouble boo hooing with him. Some say any publicity is a good thing but incorrect info? We sure need a rejuvenation of MS spokespersons eh? Oprah is so rich that I guess getting the facts right on her national show is a low priority.
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Core of the Matter

It is one of the nights where I really do not have anything much to say. I have been tired this weekend and spent most of my time watching the races, reading, laying about the place. Now you would think as tired as I feel I could get to sleep at a decent time – like before 4am.
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The rain does not entice me into going outside, I don’t wanna be around a bunch of people, and my eye balls are misbehaving. So, pretty much doing nothing is it right now. I need to fix the downstairs bathroom sink. It is a pedestal type and I had to remove it from the wall in order to replace the faucet and drain pipe. Have I done it – NO . … my camera gear is in a disarranged pile on my work area right behind me and I should get all the lens etc back into the case – emmmm.. I have been using my little point n shoot Pentax to take silly pics around the house. I need to charge my D80 batteries, another on the list of chit I have not done.
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I did get off my lazy arse to look for my MP3 player. I drove myself nuts trying to figure out where the heck I had left it only to find it in Mr. Catfish’s pile of toys. LOL my dog snitched my MP4 player – I guess he likes the tunes? Maybe the bright yellow color? The battery is dead now too so he must have turned it on. Don’t snicker, both our dogs turn the television on and off and change the channels while we are gone.pinkyandmp3player
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Now once and awhile I find the urge to share secrets here – just cause. Those of you who have read this blog long enough know that I love(d) to ride motorcycles. In fact right before I had my stokes I had just purchased a new one. If I only new . … it sits in the back yard all covered up snug as a bug waiting for me to sale it.

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In 2004 I promised my docs that oh no! I would never be stupid enough to ride it! Well . …:mrgreen:

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I will spill the beans. First off, let me say, I do not ride it anymore :(. But, I did manage to get in some rides before letting go. I love to feeling when I ride. I rode the first time in 1975 and fell in love with the feeling of freedom.  I even spent some productive time working as a mechanics helper in a motorcycle shop. Ok, back to the secret. I rode it OK. My last ride was 2006 when I somehow managed to stay upright (rubber side down) and made it up to Redding to the Hog State Rally. When I arrived at my friends house I could not even get my tired arse off of it. I had blast getting there though.  The sad thing was on the way home I knew that it was my last ride. For the first time in my life I had to admit that no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much effort I put towards a goal – it was useless. Bummer.

Hog Patches

Hog Patches

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My docs would more than likely fill out one of those DMV forms if they knew I rode it, ever, at all, period. I sort of lied my way out of that one – the thought of losing my M class one my license was a super big deal to me.  Now I just count myself lucky that I can still operate my truck safely.
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In the last few years I have had more bummer moments. The past six months have brought way too many bummer moments and now this stupid MS crap. I guess having a name for all this crazy stuff is better than not, then again I am not so sure about that either.
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Instead souring around corners and pushing the velocity barrier I navigate store isles and read about others great adventures. I am going to load the MP3 of Indiana Wants Me after listening to it over at A Stellar Life It plays right after Born To Be Wild and Logical. Ever heard Scooters version of Logical?
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MS has trapped some core part of my rebel soul and it so needs to fight it’s way out.

Chameleon MS Fighter One

Yes, here for your thoughts and wonderment I give you Chameleon the woman MS fighter. She is in training as we speak.

She is scheduled to join the MS Super Hero Team upon completion of rigorous combat and medical training.  It is expected that she will be fluent in neuro speak, MRI interpretation, and complete advance studies in psychology, microbiology, and hunting down evil misguided T-cells.
Her physical training will also include advanced dog ball throwing.