I can say with honesty, the neurologist got it wrong on the photographic memory… It is still there, but it does have a couple hiccups and I doubt those will ever go away and one of those hiccups is people…

Names and faces…

I won’t remember you, if you don’t imprint on me and it’s been that way since I was 5 years old and Freda beat me after the TV interview… Head trauma was already in play…

Seeing the oral surgeon who actually does reconstructive facial surgery, when the X-ray came up on the screen, I studied it for several minutes before the doctor even walked in the door…

I used to do this job, taking x-rays and even I could see, I had some issues with the maxillary sinus, especially the left side, the side Don hit on Okinawa…

Prior to that last blow to my head… These are the things I knew about my body and I knew, they weren’t normal, but I was a kid and not educated as a doctor…

I knew my leg pain and my back pain was from being hit and I knew that by the time I was 6…

I knew my swallowing difficulty was from 8 years old and being strangled into oblivion…

I knew at 13, my body had been beaten to a pulp….

I knew at 14, my brain was fighting for survival….

By the age of 14… Headaches were the norm, vision issues were the norm and body pain, back pain, leg and arm pain, hand and wrist pain and torso and neck pain were normal for me…

I had no memory prior to 14 of ever being pain free, don’t forget the central spinal cord injury at 1 year old…

By this time Don knew if anything else bad happen to anyone in that house, he would lose his military career and Freda would be on her own with 5 kids…

That fear didn’t hit either of them until the stroke he gave me at 14 and they hide me away…

How I passed any class’s in high school is beyond me, I have no memory of high school at Johnson…

We get to Okinawa and for the last few weeks this has been really bugging me, because I lost the time line on this and I finally think I got it figured out…

(yea maybe)

We get to Okinawa and are there during the riots in the hotel and we get base housing sometime in the spring right as summer is starting… The guys I was hanging with were from the 1971 timeline and that’s not when Don hit me… and here is how I know that…

1972 I am taking a class to pass my English course so my diploma is valid… I was horrible in this class, but graduation was still on and I got to go do that, even though I had to take this class… So lets back up to around May of 72…

Don and Freda are arguing, I am headed out the door to bowling league and I am only a few months from 18 years of age… Legal…

I pipe up and interject into their stupid argument and Don knocks me across the room…

I tell him he ever touches me again, he is a dead man and split for bowling… see early blog…

Not to long after that, Freda pissed me off and I took off for the weekend on Okinawa and stayed at a Navy vets place and Freda threatens me and I tell her to piss off…

Well all of a sudden Don takes emergency leave and they come up with a story granny is dying (she lived 10 more years plus)… and we get a humanitarian back to the states, because……….??????

ME!!!!

So, that last blow to my head is why the write….

When I saw the X-ray of my maxillary sinus, there on the left, where Don hit me, was obvious my sinus was compromised and dental implants would require a sinus lift and I would need more bone added…

What the dentist on Okinawa said was correct… I had the mouth of a childs and because of the constant blows to my face and head, my body didn’t stand a chance at normal development…

I have been trying to figure out the gerd… which was a result of the blow to the chest in Big Springs, that killed me the 2nd time and that made eating a real fun time and I have been trying to figure out why eating has always been an exhausting time for me and why a foodie I will never be… It has always hurt to eat and it’s exhausting, it’s like having MG, but mine is from trauma….

This was the last puzzle… Why my diet, why my neck, why I have gerd and why I hate eating food… It’s all connected to the domestic violence christians performed on a child… ME…

Ya know, I conveyed all this to physical therapy, because we didn’t know the cause of all the issues I have until now, but I suspected it and over a 2 year period… They taught me many things I can do, to make everything I wrote about feel better…

I just didn’t understand how it was all connected until this last doctor’s assessment…

All the puzzle pieces are together and now it’s all about me doing what they taught me, to correct as best I can and to support what is…

I served in the military with this broken body and Hegseth thinks it’s all about testosterone…. Yea, my coffee just spewed…

We are in for wind and some rain today, looks like the hurricane will pass us by for any major issues… Enjoy your day… We are in the county on the border, so we will get some of it…

I remember…

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