Texas Lady Juanita
It is the Commie effect
plastered on your face,
oh, why do you not see?
The destructive truth
is almost cleverly
hidden in plain sight.
The varying masks,
absolutely, stops no
variation of viral enemies.
Enter now the Sleazies
elaborate boogie men
of collective imaginations.
The total effect of destruction
of my precious Liberty, and
revealing nothing in disguise.
No smelling Pheromones
of beautiful attraction,
leading to amorous touching.
I find I long for hugs, and
tenderest of expression
of a grateful sign of life.
Where are the tender smiles
of a mutual spontaneity,
flowering with brotherly love?
Looking for social grace,
and church fellowship;
celebrations of life.
Beware my friend,
for the death of hope,
and the end of faith.
Because of massive ignorance,
I am witnessing a death grip
on a sea of unholy masks.
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IT IS BIBLICAL JULY 21, 2020
TEXAS LADY JUANITA – IT IS ALARMING!
It is alarming to me when someone tells me someone we know and love is in the hospital with pneumonia, (automatically) caused by the Chinese Virus; and they are telling me because of my views! Instead of crying, I am writing. Compared to the last three years, the Flu suddenly has low numbers. Many of the reported China Flu numbers are being moved from other diseases, because investigation has found that many have reported numbers across the board in error, because someone high up has told them to do so. For an easy example: if they died of a car accident, but supposedly tested positive for the China Virus, this is often counted in areas of the country as death by China Virus. Also, 94% who test positive for the China Virus, have either no symptoms, or a small number of symptoms. Most of America take whatever is said on the Main-Stream Media (MSM) as the truth. It is my educated opinion that the opposite is actually true.
It is important to become Critical Thinkers regarding this China Virus because we are told in Galatiians to not be deceived: (Galatians 6:1-10 at the end.)
– Our economy has been trashed, and goes further down the drain every day that business is stopped. If we were at war, this would be called a bio- weapon triple attack on our country in lives, in our economy, and many small businesses have ended the successful lives of many Americans.
– Many people do not have a job to go back to (however, Trump and company are working on this – with awesome results – and this is ongoing.)
– CHILDREN NEED TO GET BACK TO SCHOOL, AND A NORMAL ROUTINE. This attack on America has impacted our children’s lives in many ways. Can they catch up to high standards when they finally return to school? Parents cannot go back to work until their children get back to school, AND day care
centers open again.
– Suicide rates have markedly increased.
“Just look at what’s happening with drug addiction, look at what’s
happening with suicides,” President Trump said in a press briefing in
the White House Rose Garden on Monday (18th).
Here are the shocking HISTORICAL data for influenza, and car accidents:
“In the 2016-17 season, there were an estimated 29 million flu cases in
the United States; and estimated 497,000 flu-related hospitalizations
and 38,000 flu-related deaths. (For comparison, 36,560 people died in
car accidents in 2018 in the United States.) The CDC reports that
“between 291,000 and 646,000 people worldwide die from seasonal
influenza-related respiratory illnesses each year.”
The initial stay at home order was to be for a few weeks to stop the sharp curve, and allow hospitals to prepare. It should never have continued. The CDC and WHO KNEW that whether the virus made the rounds to get to ‘herd immunity’ this time, or the next time around, it would do it’s virus thing until we got to ‘herd immunity.’ As it makes its rounds, it becomes weaker and weaker each week, until it does not harm us. The total numbers would be the same either way. THEREFORE, we should have opened back up after a few weeks and got on with it. This virus on it’s first pass killed primarily seniors with medical issues. Several governors ordered sick seniors to return to the senior homes – thus effectively a pre-meditated murder of thousands of seniors.
Here is an excellent eight minute Science lesson that explains “herd immunity.”
https://youtu.be/FEcJo_PTkao
I AM NOT DIMINISHING THE SORROW FOR ALL WHO HAVE DIED, but the decisions the so called medical experts inflicted on America, based on lies or stupidity have harmed us in ways that were not necessary. I believe some of these people are allied with the enemy within. Many keep asking for their removal from their current positions. We must never let these people stop our lives again. If 275 million adults in America put their collective foot down – we outnumber those who are supposed to be our public servants – by millions upon millions. Talk to your neighbors NOW. Support our President, open up America, send the kids to school.
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I have published the following list many times. If you learn these, you may have an easier time determining the value of everything you hear on the MSM or radio; read in the newspaper, internet, magazines; watch television shows, kids shows and movies, etc. You do not need to receive information in the news and entertainment at the mercy of any Tom, Dick, or Soros!
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October 10, 2011 at 4:34 PM
Juanita Holloway-Walters’ CRITICAL THINKING NOTES / RHETORICAL DEVICES
PERSUASIVE:
EUPHEMISM – Good expression replacing bad one that may offend
INUENDO – Insinuation of something deprecatory
RHETORICAL DEFINITION – To influence attitude or affect behavior, use images w/ positive or negative emotions (also known as Rhetorical Explanation and Rhetorical Comparison)
DYSPEMISM – Bad expression used to tone down the good
LOADED QUESTION – Question that rests on one or more unwarranted or unjustified assumptions
RHETORICAL DEVICE – Influence attitudes or beliefs through association – adds to persuasive but not logical
DOWNPLAYER – Diminish importance of claim
PROOF SURROGATE – Expression in place of actual evidence or authority
HORSE LAUGH – Ridicule disguised as reasoning to reject claim
RHETORIC – Persuade rather than prove logically
STEREOTYPE – Oversimplified generalization about a person of a certain class
HYPERBOLE – Extravagant Overstatement
WEASELER – Expression used to protect claim from criticism by weakening it
COMMON FALLACIES:
AD HOMINEM – Argument against claim based on who made the claim instead of against the actual claim (cannot resist pointing out that The Tea Party people are attacked this way, with Ad Hominem arguments on the six o’clock news – by other political parties calling us names we would normally attribute to far left, and not debating the issues)
FALSE DILEMMA – Fallacious reasoning – x and y can both be false — false reasoning says x is true because y is false
PERSONAL ATTACK AD HOMINEM – Refusing claim because person making it we do not like, or we disapprove of them
APPEAL TO IGNORANCE – Lack of evidence against a claim doesn’t mean the claim gets any positive points
GENETIC FALLACY – YO Mama! Not really ha ha – Rejecting a claim on the basis of its origin or history
POISIONING THE WELL – Discrediting the claim in advance because we don’t like the person
BEGGING THE QUESTION – Argument in which conclusion is identical to the argument (restates argument)
INCONSISTENCEY AD HOMINEM – You can’t make that claim due to prior opposing stance (or your actions are opposite)
MISPLACED BURDEN OF PROOF – Case where burden of proof is on the wrong side
LINE-DRAWING FALLACY – Insisting that a line be drawn at x, when it could also be drawn at y or z
SLIPPERY SLOPE – Arguing that because x happens, then y and or z will also happen
CIRCUMSTANTIAL AD HOMINEM – Attempting to discredit claim by discrediting the person making the claim
PERFECTIONIST FALLACY – Concluding claim is false because its conclusion is not perfect
STRAW MAN – Ignores actual position and argues a distorted, exaggerated, or misrepresented position
PSYCHOLOGICAL & RELATED FALLACIES
WISHFUL THINKING – Accepting it because you want it to be true and vice versa
GUILT TRIP – Making someone feel guilty for not accepting claim
ARGUEMENT COMMON PRACTICE – Justify or defend on grounds that everyone knows it or does it
NATIONALISM – Because of nationalism one may be led to blind endorsement of policy or claim
ARGUMENT FROM ENVY – Induce acceptance by arousing feelings of envy
ARGUMENT FROM OUTRAGE – Invoking anger with inflammatory words followed by conclusion
ARGUMENT BY FORCE – Using threat to support some conclusion
ARGUMENT BY PEER PRESSURE – Threatened by rejection if you don’t accept a claim
GROUP THINK FALLACY – Identifying with a group takes the place of reason and deliberation on an issue
ARGUMENT FROM PITY – Supporting claim by invoking pity rather than legitimate argument
SCARE TACTICS – Frightening scenario instead of facts to get someone to see it your way
ARGUMENT FROM POPULARITY – Convince of argument just because all or most believe it
SMOKE SCREEN – Irrelevant topic introduced to lead you away from original issue (Politicians in Washington like this one)
RATIONALIZING – False pretext to satisfy our desires or interests (teens love this one)
SUBJECTIVISM – An assumption that is true for one person, yet not for another
RED HERRING – Same as SMOKESCREEN
ARGUMENT FROM TRADITION – Using tradition as the basis of a claim
RELATIVISM – Error that two different cultures can believe different on a fact (oh, I could write a book on this one)
TWO WRONGS MAKE A RIGHT – Saying I can hit you because you would hit me
SCAPEGOATING – Placing the blame on a person or a group in error because they are an easy target
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Galatians 6:1-10
Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.
Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.
For if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself.
But let every man prove his own work, and then shall he have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another.
For every man shall bear his own burden.
Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.
And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.
Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
A POINT ABOUT MASKS
The masks are only a symbol of how well the enemy within can control you.
Doctors have told us the masks are useless against a virus ~ but all of their videos are scrubbed from Youtube.
Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
DON’T BE SHEEPLE
Ezekiel 33:8-9
“When I say to the wicked, ‘O wicked man, you will surely die,’ and you do not speak out to dissuade him from his ways, that wicked man will die for his sin, and I will hold you accountable for his blood. But if you do warn the wicked man to turn from his ways and he does not do so, he will die for his sin, but you will have saved yourself.”
Copyright © 2029 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
HAPPY NEW YEAR
First, the eulogy I have only just now been able to write,
for my husband who went to be with Jesus January 16, 2018. I am almost whole again. Yes, it is true, I have been defined by a beautiful word most of the prior 23 years before this one. The word is exquisite. It is full of everything a woman comfortable in her own skin feels when loved in equal measure by someone she loves. There is nothing that compares to feeling like this – nothing. It is born from a simple touch by one who exudes trust with every smile, tear, word, lyric, touch, kiss, intimacy, and commonality of faith in our loving Creator. It has been my pleasure and my honor to love and be in love with John.
On this, our first anniversary apart (New Year’s Eve 11:45 p.m.), I can still close my eyes, and feel exquisite from memory. The Lord gets the glory of this thing He defined for us; this thing called marriage. In this I have been blessed beyond measure. With each passing day I feel John’s presence a little less. I have felt my Mamma’s presence every day since her passing, but not so with John. I sense beyond about a dozen dimensions, that he is happy and very busy. I should not be surprised that The Lord would have lofty uses for my Marine in the Spiritual Battles waged in Heaven above. I imagine John as nothing less than a Colonel. His faith was alive and real every hour of every day.
Moving on to the here and now.
I am happy and at peace. I have odd thoughts of a new chapter in my life beginning soon. I am a little afraid. The only chapter I got right in my life was the last one with John. Before that – before the healing of Juanita through our Lord and Savior – I was broken and unable to pick a man to be my husband who was interested in the long term with me. I remember concluding that I must not be lovable. Oh, what a sad feeling that was. But, The Lord knew better, and healed my heart and soul. I just need to remember to trust in The Lord’s plan for my life – harder said than always done. I know we are each here for God’s glory.
My spine doctor managed to avoid the comparative MRI results of my spine – 2018 MRI vs. 2015 MRI – for a few visits, but we finally broached the subject. The words I was left with in my mind are “awful mess.” The words he used, in obvious hopes I would let it go, were ‘a lot of scarring, a lot of wear and tear, and much degeneration’. Well hell, I guess if you have Degenerative Spine Disease (as well as RA, OA, Fibro, Neuropathy, and IBS) for forty years, much degeneration is to be expected. The week before my PCP had called up the MRI on the screen to assure me that the results were in. He looked at the screen, my face, and quickly shut it down. I had not seen the “awful mess” picture before, and now know why no one ever shows the film to me. As a lay person, I cannot get the words “awful mess” to go away. But, I am still a tribute to my stubbornness. I walk, take good care of myself, my dog, and my belongings. I think I enjoy my roadster convertible so much because with the wind in my hair, I feel like I am running; and when the music is good, I am dancing.
This last few weeks I have had unexpected feelings of joy just bubbling out of me! Joy, my old friend, did not abandon me after all. I think my beautiful and talented Grandgirls have had a lot to do with this. They are both an awesome blend of their mamma and daddy. I admit that one of them is a mini-me! Well, she is the me I would have been, had I been raised in a less stressful parentage, and much more nurturing. I love them both with every fiber of my being in such a special way that I had never hoped to have with grandchildren. Sadly, because of the continuing war between their parents, my other three older grandchildren have been weaponized by the situation with their parents against me. Their father because I am my daughter’s mother; and their mother because if she cannot have them, then no one else can either. I pray for them every day, for their war wounds are obvious, and deep. I love my daughter, and my grandchildren from afar. I have been wondering if what The Lord has in store for me on my path has to do with helping broken families in some way, since I have come to understand so many dynamics in this field of study.
Well, my goodness, I sure did cover a huge field of HAPPY NEW YEAR. I am getting things out in the open to begin the New Year right. I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. They are like laws that can only condemn when we fall short of the mark. Last night at midnight I asked my Grandgirls to tell me one of their dreams for their future. I told them that this is what we will do each New Year’s Eve from now on. They didn’t take it very seriously, but as the years go by they will get the hang of it. I pray they continue this tradition into their adult years, and beyond. Dreams make our world go around and around in hope, love, faith, and joy. God bless you today and always.
You may quote me in these thoughts,
Texas Lady Juanita
Copyright © 2019 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
UPDATE JOHN AND JUANITA / COMING OUT OF HIDING / BEN-JAMIN!!! FREAKING FRANKLIN (Loving the Founders still.) HMMM, WE WILL CALL THIS ONE TRANSITION.
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This Texan has been transplanted in Ohio / the farm belt / and I am a very happy camper!
This photograph is part of our Ohio family – taken not too long ago by a professional photographer in our home. Katie – our new via son-in-law, 14-year-old, Grandgirl. Beautiful, smart, funny – thank you Lord for one with so much promise, and a new generation of Birthday slumber parties in my basement.
David and Natalie Pumpkin (lol – chances of new son-in-law, David, thinking I think their last name is Pumpkin is remote), and me and my love John. You can see for yourselves that John and I really are the Happy, Fluffy (well-fed), (short), People. I am wearing 4” heels. Please don’t tell my doctor.
Natalie and I . . . it is on our faces . . . reunited, daughter and mother. I am so proud; I am popping my buttons. Perfect? No. She doesn’t have to be with me. But she is a very amazing woman. College degreed about the time her oldest became an adult, flying further in her career ambitions than she had imagined, blame me for this food item – putting a hot meal on the table for her family almost every night, and pursuing new interests – wow. John and I are on her new interests list. She has been a huge and loving help for us. Thank you Lord for Natalie. The Lord, and Natalie get all the credit. She is the apple that didn’t fall far from the tree – and that is all I had to do with it.
John and I are each other’s care taker, and I think we both need a little help to unravel what that means going forward. This is interesting to me in that I think it may be something I will write about in the near future. I no longer have the identities I used to have: corporate whiz kid fast-tracker (innate leader and problem solver type A person LOL!!! – a type Z personality now in these senior years?), 27 years being a mother – close up and personal raising of children — identities I liked about myself. At 64, half of my identity is John (and opposite for him). Fear of losing half of one’s identity is very scary – ESPECIALLY when the love of one’s life is at stake – not to mention my best friend.
I have tackled this by creating memories every single day – and actively think about it when I pray each day about the next day. We have learned to play each day by ear. We love our new (to us) Ohio home so much, that we have more fun at home than going out on date night.
It may have taken us a long time to fix up the deck that was ugly, but we do get the most romantic of results . . . if “Home” is romantic to you – and it is to me. This is the end of the home projects we started last November 17, 2015.
We are truly blessed beyond measure. We no longer look at days as “good days” or ” bad days”; but!!!! for us, pain, disease, etc. is what it is – and it DOES NOT get to define us – WE REMAIN THE HAPPY FLUFFY PEOPLE.
Please do pray for us, we do have some medical difficulties that are wearing us down a little. It is good that we love well; I don’t know how couples without our love get through it all. We are, and have been each other’s “care taker” in the home, and we get tired, but not beaten. To my friends, thank you for your prayers.
COMING OUT OF HIDING . . . You would think that disease (his and mine), me going Septic and almost dying in later October, going through with the November 1st move from Texas to Ohio, BEING A SNOW VIRGIN – WOW I LOVE IT!!!, remodeling of our Ohio home with huge success, doing the front yard (wasted some $$ there), and the deck project in the back yard is why I have been mostly absent from talking to all of you out there (if there is anyone left out there looking for my words LOL!!!), but that would be a wrong assumption.
Many months ago I came back around to a topic that I have avoided for years. It is a good thing, because I have been forced to not only re-think my position, but to better understand what God has to say on the subject. It is a hard subject, and I will leave it a mystery for now – just know that it is the one that almost made me stop publishing my thoughts. I write almost every day. To bring you the new subject, I will have a formal burning of my piles and piles and piles and piles of notes – and begin new with my heart open to you and the Lord.
As soon as I tell you about Benjamin Franklin, I will close for today, and start building the bon-fire of notes in the BBQ Pit – Wish it was a cooler than 50’s night, I would just burn them in the fire place that I love. Speaking of fire places – I remembered from my childhood at my grands in NJ that fireplaces were for roasting marshmallows (until S’mores came to Texas Girl Scouts, I happily thought it a Yankee activity). I can take a long fork, put 2 Marshmallows (from my secret stash), turn the gas on, and be eating the gooeyness of them all in about 60 seconds. YUM
NOW FOR BENJAMIN . . .
“The refusal of King George III to allow the colonies to operate an honest money system, which freed the ordinary man from the clutches of the money manipulators was probably the prime cause of the Revolution.” Benjamin Franklin
You all must know by now that America has been in the clutches of the money manipulators for a long, long time. Lucky for Americans and American prosperity, two things were at play until the last 40 years or so:
1. God’s protection to this Republic that was created for God’s Glory (not going to waste time proving that again. Either you are well read and know this, or you are happy letting the money manipulators write your history for you.)
2. The Money Manipulators kept out of sight far enough to let America be the shining example on the hill. Sadly, as soon as they decided to come out into the light, and destroy America, the majority of American’s lost their faith, and belief in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Don’t believe me? Just turn on the television. On a side note: Satan is laughing his “buttocks” * off when he sees the young folk making the millennium old hand sign beckoning him to them. Sad, but true.
*My attempt to use a politically correct word. Why is this a better word than ass?????
Okay, the following explanation is OVER simplified for the hope of my making my point about money:
Money should be based on labor – man hours’ possible x 3 levels of population – 1. Dig the ditch level of labor; 2. Build the infrastructure of all the buildings and ditches; 3. The truly talented and CREATIVE – and I don’t mean those that can dunk a basketball – I mean those that can create a clean water system in the desert so all men have water (go R. O. Systems for Africans who are living in a place where the natural water is undrinkable!) X population of all 3. There would be a formula for how much money should be in circulation, which can be corrected daily via a computer program I could probably write, and that actually puts me in labor camp 2. above, though I would aspire to work myself into 3. above.
What you have is a bunch of paper that the Federal Reserve (a corporation that has nothing to do with our government / Congress which is supposed to be printing our money) gives to America, and charges America interest to do this! For printing paper! NO. Now days, for typing 1’s and 0’s into a computer program. For this, we paid /owe them trillions in interest over decades upon decades of charging us this interest.
This is thievery on a level so deeply wrong that those who perpetrate this system on Americans should all be thrown under the jail forever (and he, the chief instigator of this will be one day thrown into a pit of fire). If a court made the Fed give back all the interest they should never have been paid – because it was stolen under false pretenses to the American public – we, as a nation would not be in debt.
Some will say that if the Fed didn’t do what they did, we would never have been a great country. LAUGH OUT LOUD AT THAT. We are Americans. We are different. We have been exceptional up until the Fed took the mask off and I am ashamed to say – they bested Americans through trickery, and through everyone’s greed (Enron, .COMS, UNEARNED HOMES, the war on poverty that has created the most horrible never-ending poverty system the world has known, the war on drugs in which politicians and drug lords ensure we will never win . . . the coming college education loan bubble). All of those BUSTED BUBBLES? Well, Americans were tricked into them in part, and American’ s are still learning a hard lesson about greed, and the death of their faith.
. . . I bought some bushes, ground cover, and a tree for our new front yard from the biggest nursery online I could find. I bought a one-year guarantee. When the tree died, and now the bushes and ground cover are dying, I tell John – go and get our new tree and bushes, please. John reads the fine print. I am going to have to pay half price for them (I paid half price originally). So, if I am stupid enough I will buy them again for half price – NO WAY!!! John pointed out that the one-year guarantee only cost me $4.95.
AMERICA! WHEN YOU SET OUT TO GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING – DO NOT BE SURPRISED THAT NOTHING IS WHAT YOU WILL END UP WITH. Juanita
Boy, do I feel stupid!!!! $4.95 for a one-year guarantee on hundreds of dollars’ worth of a tree, bushes, and ground cover? Shame on me. I do know better.
Folks that think you should pay someone who flips hamburgers the same as the man who designs and builds homes, and the same as the man who saves lives, are foolish. We are seeing first hand this week what happens when you pay millions of dollars to a man who plays a game, and you pay Firemen, Policemen, and Marines a pittance in comparison. One, we need to re-check our value system. Two, we need to unpeg our dollars from the Fed, and re-peg it to the labor of Americans who work – physical labor, supporting labor, and creating labor. I worked my way up from physical labor to supporting labor faster than many folks, and I worked my butt off. My fuel was to raise my kids to be the best Americans I could muster with all my WORK, heart, prayers, and soul. Being an American was, and is a worthy thing to be for us Baby Boomers and our parents – Americans are amazing. Because of my values, my children are each equally successful, part supporting labor, and part creative labor. We better hope that the majority of Americans under the age of 45 are the same type of Americans as my children.
It didn’t happen by accident. When my son thought money was growing on trees – in his mid-teens, I arranged with my business owner a summer job for him. My son, that I love, squatted down with a jack-hammer punching holes in concrete for rebar; and he accused me of trying to kill him . . . LOUDLY FOR ALL MY BUSINESS OWNERS AND SUBORDINATES TO HEAR!!!!!!! . . . (we were all older and wiser LOL) . . . and on the day, 2 weeks in, that he received his first paycheck, he stopped crying, and started being the best jack-hammer operator there is. At the end of the summer, he bought a used Dodge truck that he loved, and we had to say NO, you cannot quit school to work. Jeeeeesh, kids – gosh I miss my little. people . . . then my young people. They have little people and young people of their own, and I am proud.
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So, I am not going to hide anymore behind the one commentary that I hated to have to write. I will publish it sometime in the next couple of weeks; for I know I must conquer this one or stop writing. Love to you all. Prayers for you all; and I do thank you for your prayers for my love and I.
Bye Bye America
Truth via facts is not racist. These facts should affect who you vote for . . .
MUST WATCH VIDEO: THE FACTS ON IMMIGRATION AND WELFARE Will Blow You Away [Video]
LIFE – ALTERED A BIT – UPDATE
I have been meaning to write to those who have read my thoughts on the written page for years. Admittedly on and off – even a one-year silence when I was recuperating from surgeries waaaaay too close together. It is no exaggeration to say that I almost died from Septicemia and a fever over 106 degrees on the 18th of October. I have vague remembrance of people yelling at me . . . “What’s your name?” . . . “Where do you live?” I went to sleep in my bed, and woke up in ICU unable to answer those questions.
I remember the clear voice of the Holy Spirit telling me, “It is not your time; you have much left to do. You are going to have to fight your way back this time.” Er . . . um . . . didn’t I fight my way back after each surgery? After old incidents of abuse in my life? etc.? etc.? etc.?
In my mind I was in this huge block of ice, and fighting my way out of it for ten hours, TO LIVE – just to do it all over again for seven more hours. When the doctor asked me if I could do it just one more time, my husband and son reported to me later that I told the doctor, “ No. I would rather die than do that again.” The level of lactic acid in my arms and legs was high. I was actually fighting that fight with everything in me. The connection of the mind to every inch of the body is an amazing thing. I don’t remember saying I would rather die, but they are very trustworthy people I love, and I believe them. Wow, I wish I had not said it, because the fact of me saying it really upset the pair of them. I do remember thinking I have nothing left in me to fight any more. Thankfully, they didn’t need to apply the Arctic Sun panels a third time – what I perceived to be a block of ice, enveloping my body.
On the day I went home, I changed out of a hospital gown into a favorite Muumuu from Hilo Hattie’s in Hawaii. I do not remember any of my numerous hospital visits in which I didn’t change into my own gown or pajamas within 24 hours after surgery. How sick was I that I was just fine with my butt hanging out for anyone to see? I cannot fathom it, even though I went through it.
Being totally faithful that the Lord has my back 24/7/365 I told John that we would postpone nothing about this move from Texas to Ohio. I am still recuperating. When I think I feel better, I immediately go to that place in my organized little brain that says, “what can I do?” – those that know me, know that above all I am a doer. When I was younger, and up to about 59 or 60, I had the mindset of giving myself kudos for being the most amazing doer. A true Type A – I thrived on schedules, project deadlines, meeting many types of deadlines, and the NEVER ENDING to do list in my Day-Timer. I don’t remember that list ever being shorter than 40 or 50 line items. One line item might say – write an Employee Manual, or go to the doctor when you have time. Sometimes the items were added to the list quicker than I could work hard enough to get items off the list.
So, as of today what we have accomplished (bear with me I am making a point):
all belongings packed and soon will be out of the holding warehouse and on the way to us;
John has coordinated everything! (you cannot imagine – from certificate from a Vet that Gabby could Fly – to help with packing – to shipping our vehicle here – to airline tickets – to awesome hotel accommodations with a Jacuzzi for me – and more) no girl has a better and more loving husband than I do;
we closed on the home two nights ago;
last night two young folks – awesome friends of my daughter – earned some spending money by cleaning our home from top to bottom;
the carpet people have cleaned carpets, cleaned tile floors and sealed them today – tomorrow they will be installing something that kills mold, critters in the carpet, and other such wonderful stuff when dead;
yesterday I met with a local painter and directed him through the home with instructions to paint every wall my choice of an off white Satin, and notating all of the feature walls to be painted with my chosen colors (Oyster Bay, Daffodil, etc., the front door my favorite front door red, the shutters a Forest Green, in the near future when the spring brings warm days the brick will be painted a medium gray with white trim – it will be awesome!!!!);
yesterday John met with a local fence man and a 4’ black metal fence will surround Gabby’s back yard domain;
one day recently we went to buy our new Select Comfort King Size Bed (our old Queen size will be in the guest bedroom where guests can have fun adding air and taking air away to figure out their own sleep number LOL) – yes, somehow through it all we have both lost a lot of weight, but require more room – especially when John is feeling bad he needs his own King Size space; and he deserves all the space he needs;
we also made our way to Ashley furniture with a few pieces to add to what we have shipped here;
I have probably forgotten the other fifty items that John has done while I was in forced resting to heal.
I put you through all of that to show you how ignorant I have been about the recovery – and something they call Post Septic Syndrome. It is like no other recovery from illness or surgery I have ever experienced. I always believe that mind over matter is the mantra of the day – any day the last 63 years on planet earth. Sadly, I have actually been taking one step forward, and 3 to 5 steps back regularly in the last 26 days since I left the hospital. TALK ABOUT A STUBBORN FEMALE!!!!!!
For example: In airports I had a carry on and a purse and it was a huge challenge! Then we needed to get the rest of the luggage, and find our rental car only a shuttle-ride away. By the time we got to the hotel (one hour drive away) I was in honest fear that I was one step from being hospital-bound.
SO, I FINALLY ADMIT TO MYSELF AND TO JOHN THAT IF I AM ABLE TO DO WHATEVER THE LORD HAS IN MIND FOR ME – I must stop being the old Juanita and admit I cannot heal without timely rest and slow introduction of easy rehabilitation exercise to be of any real use to me or any one. I must not put my husband through any experience like the one he woke up to on October 18 when he could not wake me; and the ambulance personnel could not wake me. Unfortunately, the UTI that went septic needed the one antibiotic that previously caused severe tendonitis of my shoulders three years ago. It could not be avoided to save my life – only this time the severe tendonitis has also appeared in places like my elbows. In the balance, I will never complain. There were two other antibiotics, and fluids of kinds I cannot remember. Two IV’s and a pic-line being regularly used.
So, today, I can get all gussied up (takes forever – I am sooo slow!), and I may fool myself for a few hours that I am making progress, but that just isn’t going to work this time. I REMEMBER . . . I remember the clear voice of the Holy Spirit telling me, “It is not your time; you have much left to do. You are going to have to fight your way back this time.” OH!!!!! Now, I get it. John and Natalie have talked to me like I am six years old, and I deserved it. I must not turn into an obstinate old fool; and I must allow my body to heal over several months. When our belongings arrive soon, I must sit on the floor and empty boxes, and tell others where things belong. Wow. I remember when I would unpack in a day, and the kids would wake up to a home cooked breakfast the next morning. Those days are gone. My babies are 42, and 37 – YIKES!!!!!!
In reading about Post Septic Syndrome, I know that I am the lucky one! I am the best case scenario! I am thankful beyond measure – and I need to behave myself and continue to be thankful. Wow. I am thankful to be here. I still get to enjoy my days with John which are full of laughter and love. I also get to spend a lot of time with my Natalie pumpkin. We are BFF’s and we have so much fun. Poor David, Natalie’s husband, just shakes his head, smiles, and says, “there are two of them.” Hehehehehehehehe That is a good thing! Right?
Did I ever tell you folks how amazing my husband is?????? He is the rock star in this family. He is successfully fighting stage 4 cancer – it is being controlled and kept minimal. The bone healing medicine is healing bones. He isn’t 100%, and I don’t care if he cannot do things he used to do. I get to hold him, and laugh with him, and have adventures with him, even now. His phenomenon that I notice is that when he has nothing extra to do his numbers go up, and when he has organizing and research to do his test numbers go down!!! We just need to pace projects slowly so his test numbers stay down for many years to come. The Lord is faithful.
Before I close, I will tell you about a vivid full color dream I had a few days ago that I have not fully figured out the meaning of – but almost. In this dream John and I are perfect weight, and about 33 and 32 years old. I am in my going out dancing uniform of that age: strapless red (length below the knee) sundress with a full skirt, 4” high heeled sandals, and my big hair had nothing to do with teasing, but just had so much hair I didn’t always know what to do with it all! John is in uniform – Marine – and quite handsome and dashing. We are at a party, and we are dancing, laughing, and having a wonderful time – so in love. This is remarkable because I would not meet John in real life for over a decade after the time frame of the dream.
I am also in the dream, as I am today, 31 years older. I am telling my younger me that it is just a dream and not real, that we must wake up and then I can have the real John whom I love and laugh with every day – no matter what crap storms come our way. My younger me doesn’t want to leave the dream and basically ignores the older me, and is giving the younger John all of her attention. The 63 year-old me finally gets the younger me to agree to leave – and I wake up.
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