When Dreams Come True…

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My granpa Carl Miller fought Nazis and they won, we Americans fought them again…

Good morning world and most of all, thank you voters for telling the republicans, enough is enough and now the hard work starts…

Many will still die and many will suffer, as our government takes control away from Israel and Russia… But if we strive to over come what the republicans have done by selling us to Israel and Russia… Then we have hope… No I do not hate the people, I hate Netanyu an Putin… sorry spelling…

Enough politics…

We hit our beds around 9PM or so and I woke within a couple hours and back out and woke again a couple hours later and never really went back to sleep and now I think the answer to that problem…

PAIN….

Between the bladder and pain, sleep is definitely a problem… and it is a problem I have had since the beating at 5 years old… So, doc and I will talk at my appt. this week about what I can do, to give me some night time relief, without taking narcotics, they never work on me anyway, I have a couple of T-3’s and don’t bother…

The other part of this nightmare I have been living is, I now know for sure, the fog I lived in because of everything, it has gone… POOF… and it’s weird not having that haze in my brain anymore… Though if you could keep my neck aligned, then headaches might go away…

When my sister told me NIH did a study on her, I threw up my coffee for days in disgust… The bitch had a cyst on her ovary and not rare by any means and no she had nothing else unknown going on…

Then you take me…

Spinal cord injury before the age of 1 and more than one doctor has said straight up, “YOU SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO WALK”!!!…

Yea the brain is a powerful toy, you just have to use it and I am well aware, I shouldn’t be able to walk, but I can… Barely…

Because the nerve damage has been there my whole life, fighting to stay mobile has been part of my whole existence and trying to understand everything I have lived through when doctor’s were beyond obtuse, but arrogant like TRUMP!!!!!!

Yea, my frustration cup runneth over, or at least it was running over…

Every thing I have done since the ER visit and finding the proof about internal deep injuries to the spleen and pancreas… I have been reading and consuming and most of all, I have been going back through my memories to my very early childhood, looking for when symptoms started… and it all goes back to the beating at 5 years old… 67 years of living it and no doctor or college educated figured it out…

But this uneducated person did!!!

The body is responding to my experiment and so far I haven’t taken anything to help said body do it’s functions… and other than the full realization I have no feeling in my lower gut, making the body work right is tricky, it’s all about pressure, as that is all I feel or pain… I have no other internal feelings, because of the amount of damage my central nervous system endured my first 17 years of life…

I am a happy camper, though I could use a extra hour of sleep, some where… but I know in time, things will settle down into a routine and the diet changes were always the key…

I live with Metabolic Syndrome and have lived with it since the beating at 5 years old…

All the blogs that I wrote that talk about me being able to sleep anyplace, anytime or throwing up without cause or living on the toilet…

That’s seems to be changing, as long as I stick to a diet geared towards the pancreas… Step outside that diet and it lets me know with nauseau or cramps or malaise that it, isn’t happy with me…

Homer is on board with the changes to our diet… The more food we eat that don’t cause inflammation, the better for his dementia…

It is a disease of inflammation and anything we do, to decrease that, it will help keep him here and now… and so far, he likes our new diet and so do the pups…

Well our elections are over and we may still have a new senator that is blue, but we won’t know till later… but the blue wave that did hit… It will be a painful process and that’s by design from the republican party…

Have a wonderful day… I get to take the truck in for that crazy expensive maintenance and I have learned more about the cummins diesel engine than I ever wanted to know…

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…

This is my story of survival…

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