Damage is Done…

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The above picture was the start of it, those dark spots on my skin from my head to my feet are bruises and I wasn’t even 6 years old and Freda took a 2 inch thick upholstery ruler to my little body…

So the damage was done and nothing I could do as life continued… Nothing I could do, to stop the damage and nothing I could do about the fact…

My body never got a chance to grow like it should and a dentist back on Okinawa who took out the teeth that grew across my palatte told me then…

You have the mouth of a child and I was 17 years old…

The surgeon I just saw, one that I trust and requested to see finally filled in the pictures that no one else could…

I have zero cartalige in my TJM… ZERO!!!! You know like need a knee replacement or hip replacement, because you got bone rubbing on bone!!!???

Well mine has done that since before I went active duty in 77 at the age of 23…

I don’t have enough bone for implants, because my growth was stunted, because Freda and Don Bagwell beat on a child and continued that abuse up to their graves…

No tears ever will be shed for any Bagwell or Cooper in my lifetime…

So I have my answers… I will always have bone pain in my TMJ, because it is bone rubbing on bone and surgery for that issue has a high failure rate…

So……………………………

When I go in for my checkup next month, I will be asking for NSAIDs with refills and I will be asking for flexaril and I will be asking for Gababetin…

Those 3 drugs will help with the spasms, and the pain and make eating tolerable…

But like I have said for decades… I figured all this out, but until a professional with a degree tells me, I am speculating… Not anymore!!!!

I am fortunate, the VA will send me to private dentist and if I need a new denture or partial or checkup or cleaning… It won’t cost me anymore than my gas and I can live with that…

That’s it… The last puzzle to all the pain I live with and have lived with since the spinal cord injury at 1 year old… I have had 71 years of non stop pain and men think, mind you not well, but think they have tolerance, yea, not likely!!!

I remember…

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● About Me

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…

This is my story of survival…

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