
Wednesday, October 19, 2022Hey, Y’all!
I am here again however I am up late dealing with some nausea from not eating on schedule. I still need to eat but I want to write as well.
I have been napping off and on and missed my afternoon/evening phone calls and checking in with my mama. I have been making it a habit or routine to check in with people and I am having a rough time keeping up perfectly.
I am tracking my blood sugars and vitals daily. Now that I have finally read the instructions for pairing my glucometer, I have been able to get rid of an extra phone app. I transferred data over and everything is up to date.
I am using my pumps daily as well today I spent two and a half hours in my pumps. I have one more day of antibiotics and I will check back with the doctor and see if I need a refill. This month has flown by so fast.
There are only two more months left of this year, it is so unbelievable!
As we get older, it seems all we see are the changes. When I was young, I was impatient for the changes to come. There is hardly time enough to grieve over what once was. What will 2023 bring? I fear some of the possibilities of change.
I am excited about new possibilities and hopeful news breaking forth. I hope for joy. I hope to remember to be kind and thoughtful no matter the changes. I hope to be that voice of reason and comfort to someone else.
I have lost track because it is a new day because went back to sleep after starting this entry.
Here it is Saturday Night October 22nd, 2022.
Things are better. I am supposed to get sutures taken out of my foot Wednesday I am using my lymphedema pumps for swelling in my legs and feet.
To be honest I was scared at the beginning of the week a decision to put me back in the hospital would be the outcome by the end of the week
Today I wrote my mama a letter and as I look at my wall my brother, his wife my mama, her husband my grandma, her husband, my mama, my dad, and finally my dad. My grandpa and my dad could be in the cloud of witnesses but no matter they all are with me when I need them.
My pastor friend Nathan and me looking at me from a picture on my bookshelf help me too.
I have experienced a big mix of emotions this month. People died and one was murdered. Watching the justice system fail again. They promised the man would not be released after harming himself to avoid court and was put in the hospital.
The word is they did a big escort, and he was set free after his release from the hospital. My heart grieves. I have no control over the system.
I am okay physically and healing from surgery. I am doing the self-care.
My emotions are coming to the surface and emotional traumas are being expressed.
My friends, family, helpers, nurses, and drivers, you all help me.
Thank God it was in-person therapy I broke down waking up in a pool of sweat in my bed.
I cried I did not want my therapist to go but the explanation was he had to go home to where he lives.
My mama was the first to introduce me to twice-baked potatoes! I crave them as much as nachos, hamburgers with cheese, her chicken, her meatloaf, and her homemade turkey potpie.
I want my dads smoked meat or bbq .
I want to joke with my grandpa and my uncles and sarcasm with my aunts and mom. I want stories from my grandma. Tell me again grandma- about Jesus mom share a bible story again
My aunt Mary and aunt Doris I want another ride listening to music. My aunt Judy always the positiuve one finding good in anything usually.
My brother and sister in love a ride just gabbing about my brother another ride to a concert and mom riding too singing one toke over the line sweet Jesus. my nephew seeing his big smile always grateful no matter my shape.
John more sunrise watching the sailboats with mister donut donuts!
My brother plays guitar sitting on the breakfast table, and the whole family stops to hear and sing along.
I want to roller skate again to Sammy Hagar john cougar and Georgia satellites etc.
I am not correcting any part of grammar on the part of my memories and wants.
Inger let us go to the world store again!
Wait I want to hear your southern yeehaw again. I just want parts of my life back, but no one is sad all of us happy …is that what a hostage taker says I wonder? Let me clarify I mean emotional hostage taking not physical.
We are never the same going back home. Yes way off topic that is today!
I miss me too!
Thanks for reading!
This has been another blog post entry by Boxcar Mike, over and out!
God Bless Y’all, Everybody!








