Need to Write....
Feel bad about not writting. I enjoy reading posts...why can't I write more?? It seems that my life has been HELL for the past 6 weeks and every time I try to write or even think about it it is so rough I don't want to put it into words. .....
Things were going along to the Carneval, pretty well actually...That nite i got poison ivy from the parking lot where I couldn't find my car (3000 folks there) about midnite when I got low on energy and sat down. Had no idea about the poison, got up found Tom, went home and the hell began. Was it ciggers? Deer ticks?? No I washed & washed the poison kept coming...for over 3 weeks it kept coming. All of my legs, upper arms face, neck even spots in the middle of my back. There was a week I couldn't get out if the bath or wear clothes, weeping poison. I took Prednisone, used clorox & 35% peroxide. No sleep just itching hell. By the 3rd week things were calming down somewhat , made a trip to Virginia City, saw my old friend Peter Seiler, had a great time till I flipped my ATV on a steep hill, downshifting w/ bad breaks. Remembered to get the bike over me which I did, but took the tender skin from the back of my leg off, down to the muscle, which flexed every time i walked. This was 4 in x 1 in and so deep. 2 wks later it really began healing at the beach. Still hurts every nite and wakes me up. But is better, enough about me ...
Meanwhile my dear frined Julie lost he 19 yr old son to unknown drug complications & much drama about who got the body. I beleive the state still has it. His mother was a crack addict, put the wrong fathers name on the birth certificate, never in his life but messed up his death terribably. Most diverse & sweet funeral I have attended.
Three weeks ago today, I was trying to get my mother to answer the phone, had talked to her the day before but couldn't get her in the evening before and was getting worried. Finally when it was close tio time for our Dr appointment, I went to get her....found her tied up on the floor and the house ramsacked. Called 911. They got there quickly, we got Mom into a chair, she was so week, 12 hours tied up struggling to get to the phone, listening to me call & wondering why I couldn't hear her calling to me through the answering machine.... I need to cry now...more later....
Things were going along to the Carneval, pretty well actually...That nite i got poison ivy from the parking lot where I couldn't find my car (3000 folks there) about midnite when I got low on energy and sat down. Had no idea about the poison, got up found Tom, went home and the hell began. Was it ciggers? Deer ticks?? No I washed & washed the poison kept coming...for over 3 weeks it kept coming. All of my legs, upper arms face, neck even spots in the middle of my back. There was a week I couldn't get out if the bath or wear clothes, weeping poison. I took Prednisone, used clorox & 35% peroxide. No sleep just itching hell. By the 3rd week things were calming down somewhat , made a trip to Virginia City, saw my old friend Peter Seiler, had a great time till I flipped my ATV on a steep hill, downshifting w/ bad breaks. Remembered to get the bike over me which I did, but took the tender skin from the back of my leg off, down to the muscle, which flexed every time i walked. This was 4 in x 1 in and so deep. 2 wks later it really began healing at the beach. Still hurts every nite and wakes me up. But is better, enough about me ...
Meanwhile my dear frined Julie lost he 19 yr old son to unknown drug complications & much drama about who got the body. I beleive the state still has it. His mother was a crack addict, put the wrong fathers name on the birth certificate, never in his life but messed up his death terribably. Most diverse & sweet funeral I have attended.
Three weeks ago today, I was trying to get my mother to answer the phone, had talked to her the day before but couldn't get her in the evening before and was getting worried. Finally when it was close tio time for our Dr appointment, I went to get her....found her tied up on the floor and the house ramsacked. Called 911. They got there quickly, we got Mom into a chair, she was so week, 12 hours tied up struggling to get to the phone, listening to me call & wondering why I couldn't hear her calling to me through the answering machine.... I need to cry now...more later....