Daily Prompt; Intense


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Describe the last time you were surprised by the intensity of a feeling you had about something, or were surprised at how strongly you reacted to something you thought wouldn’t be a big deal.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us INTENSE.

I didn’t used to be weird about foods. I ate what I fixed and I ate what was served. But things change, people are hurried in the manufacturing areas, and some people just are sickos.

With Mad Cow Disease it started with me. I began checking labels better. I don’t buy just any meat because of price. Then there were other things, sick pigs, bad poultry, canned foods that caused stomach aches and vomiting. Some strange chemicals in our containers and additives that cause cancer.

Calgon! Take me a way from this crap! Now I am a food fetish. I mainly have to prepare what I eat. If I eat out, I try to go to better places. My grocery shopping turned from hurry and get the hell out of the packed store, to I think I will take my time today and notice what I am putting into my gut.

Tonight on Facebook I was just sifting through the junk that filters through. You know, silly pictures, funny photos and then I saw it. Oh my gosh, I thought instantly to the hundreds of cookies that I have eaten in my life. Dunked in milk, eaten without tearing them apart and eating the filling first.

When I saw this I almost vomited at what I may have consumed. Now I suppose I will have to bake my own cookies.cookie, spider

Please, beware, tear that Oreo apart. Oh gross. I can clean poop, see blood, but when it comes to bugs, insects, chemicals, bad crap going in my gut, I think I will faint.

Quick, get me the smelling salts.

 

Strangers In The Night


Strangers in the Night

Where once we were

Strangers in the night

Our hearts touched

Our souls twined

We danced the night a way

When morning came

Strangers had left

Lovers replaced for ever more.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11/06/2013

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Improving Tuesday


Well, well, well, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and today is improving Tuesday. Yes, Al is more aware and awake. He has eaten for me all day. He plans on going to Day Program tomorrow which means I can get some fresh air and go to the grocery store.

He is still very weak, he continues to have his treacherous tremors but his spirit is brighter. He has sat in his recliner two different times for short periods.

I am sighing a long breath of stale air where I had been hanging on to every breath I took wondering what was coming next.

It looks like we are on an up swing and I don’t care how long it last as long as he is content each moment. When the bad day comes again, I can look back at Improving Tuesday.

We do have a bigger problem though since he is definitely weaker. This is not a temporary thing. The new weakness is here to stay, partly due to the illness, and partly due to the increase of pain medications.

Come here, come real close, I want to ask you a gentle question. Do you have a weak stomach? If you do you may not want to read further, but if you can take it can I discuss the word POOP with you?

I have your permission? You can handle it? Alright then, here is the situation. Have you ever sat for minutes waiting, reading your magazines, smoking a cigarette, more waiting and nothing happens on the Big John?constipation-3

You read some more, you relax, you push until your eyes bug out and your face looks sunburned. Eventually you score, victory is yours. You smile, you won, another battle is over.

Well for Al those muscles that you and I use don’t work anymore. He takes all sorts of medicines to help but help doesn’t come.

Now that he is weaker those muscles are weaker also. He is also hard to stand for the Day Program people too because of  his weakness.

The terrible thing about M.S.A. is that his mind is in tact. He knows it is wrong to do the deed in his brief so he is fighting it. I have been speaking to him on and off all day about how it may be time for him to go in his brief because his body can’t make the trip to the toilet.

He cries and says he will stink. Of course I pipe  up and say absolutely not. You just say that you need to be changed right now and who ever is with you will run to the bathroom faster than you can say Monkey’s Uncle.

He didn’t think that was funny, but seriously friends, his body can’t get to the bathroom. It is a transfer from bed to wheelchair to toilet to a sitting down position. Then the physical work of making pudding pops, then standing back up transferring to his wheelchair and back into bed.

For a tired body and a weak heart that is a lot of work. Even today Al sitting in his recliner twice for short periods you would have thought he had just carried a bundle of firewood, he was breathing that heavy.

This is one battle that I and the nurses and Day Program have to win in order for Al not to  have another big heart attack.

Alright, that wasn’t too bad of talk was it? Are you sick to your stomach? Should I excuse you so you can leave?

On the bright side a friend of mine sent me the Teddy Bear today. It is the M.S.A. bear that I put on my blogs a lot. It is a sign of hope for a cure so people don’t have to suffer like Al does.M.S.A. logoM.S.A. coverM.S.A badge