#129… When did you start POT???

I knew about the drug and all the other stuff out there, but I also had a tyrant for a father and I wasn’t interested in trying anything while we were on Japan or Okinawa… and I had plenty of opportunity… Vietnam was ongoing and I dated my fair share of GI’s back then and going to off base party, pot was being passed around with other things… I passed, out of fear!!!

When we returned to the the states in 72, I left home and it wasn’t until I moved in with my first boyfriend, did I really get exposed to things like Angel Dust, PCP, Mushrooms… You name it, his roommate probably took it… Again, I passed…

By the time I went in the Air Force, my 2nd husband introduced me personally to pot and when I smoked it the first time… I coughed my head off like I do now 50+ years later and can’t inhale it into my lungs… Never have been able to inhale… I was born with double pneumonia…

Pot impacted me, if it was good and I mean it had to have some kick ass THC to have an impact, otherwise, it was like drinking water… and what was even stranger… It never showed up in my urine, ever… Not from 1977 to my last job I had that tested in 88… I was never positive and come to find out…

My liver was the culprit… I process chemicals different from everyone esle and the doctor couldn’t explain it then, but we now know… All those brain injuries I suffered from age toddler to the last blow at 17… Made my brain go on a 50+ year healing mode and that made living a little more complicated, because my blood work did the following for the next 50+ years!!!!

1… They thought I had leukemia in 2005 because my white count went off the charts and they sent me to oncology… we were in Arkansas and had to go to WA to be with Homers dad who had stage 4 cancer and the local clinic took my blood every month while we were there… It never showed those high white counts again…

2… They thought I had a underactive thyroid in 1993 and put me on levothyroxine and guess what, yep, my thryoid was fine and I would be on this drug from hell until 2017… and yep… my thyroid is just fine…

3… They thought I had a STD by my blood work and again, sent it off to the state lab at Oklahoma city in 1978 and they said, no clue what she has, but it’s not a STD and they also told me I had herpes… Yep… again wrong and again it wasn’t the blood, it was the brain…

There are more, but it takes so long to write all of it, suffice it to say… I am as healthy as you can be, except for the brain injuries and body injuries from domestic violence…

Oh just a FYI… I have a copy of the 10,000+ pages of medical records covering my time as a dependent daughter through to active duty through dependent wife through VA… 60 years of medical records backs everything I type… EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!

Even today, I can go in and get tested for pot and I have been smoking straight now for a year and it will be negative…

My hypothesis… Between the brain trauma and the rape on Okinawa by a military member who probably carrying something that was unknown, because to this day… my blood work shows an unknown low grade infection!!!

AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT IT IS!!!!!!!!

I figure what ever parasite that was passed on to me, when we lived in the far east, is symbiotic in nature… Because the only time I have ever gotten truly sick, was when SARS hit the far east in the 80’s and that nearly killed me and they sent us back to the U.S. on humanitarian…

I will probably never know what it is that lives inside me, along with me and has been there since the rape on Okinawa and yea, like I said about rapes… I have had so many, unless something triggers it, I really don’t dwell on them… I buried them so long ago, only when I write or a trigger, does the subject come to mind and this is just one of many I tried to forget, but now it’s playing out in my head!*&&^%%$#@@#^&*)(_

Sorry… ooops…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…

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