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Post by Lynn on Dec 19, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
Hi Voice
Our bodies seem to produce all kinds of things and our situations can amplify some of those things. Like when stressed out I find more pieces all over the front of my shirt that looks like tiny pieces of finger nail clippings and I have NOT chewed my nails. lol. I am wondering if the healing process your hand had to go through and it being secluded in a dark cast made the disease more collected and pushed out of that area so that what may have been so tiny you could not see is now being pushed out in a bigger form via the accelerated healing process. So many possibility but it really seems directly related to what your hand just went through. This disease is just to bizarre at times.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 18, 2012 18:05:51 GMT -5
Hi Ginna and PPY
I just read the post. Wow did I miss out. I am with you. Wish I could have been their test subject the week I pulled out a swollen worm from inside closed skin. No lesion. Just a red area like a rash or blushing skin. Pulled one out from inside each arm one week a part and the second worm looking think from the right arm a week later was bigger and in perfect condition except that it was bloated. Over a year later I found one of the mite stage was very similar to what I had pulled out.
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Post by Lynn on Dec 18, 2012 0:45:11 GMT -5
...Did you know.....• A 1997 high school shooting in Pearl, Miss., was halted by the school's vice principal after he retrieved the Colt .45 he kept in his truck. • A 1998 middle school shooting ended when a man living next door heard gunfire and apprehended the shooter with his shotgun. • A 2002 terrorist attack at a n Israeli school was quickly stopped by an armed teacher and a school guard. • A 2002 law school shooting in Grundy, Va., came to an abrupt conclusion when students carrying firearms confronted the shooter. • A 2007 mall shooting in Ogden, Utah, ended when an armed off-duty police officer intervened. • A 2009 workplace shooting in Houston, Texas, was halted by two coworkers who carried concealed handguns. • A 2012 church shooting in Aurora, Colo., was stopped by a member of the congregation carrying a gun. • At the recent mall shooting in Portland, Ore., the gunman took his own life minutes after being confronted by a shopper carrying a concealed weapon. 2500 times last year alone legal gun owners stopped violent crime when confronted with it long before any police assistance ...
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Post by Lynn on Dec 17, 2012 12:55:05 GMT -5
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebaceous_gland Never mind about the Methalation passages having any connection, but this looks like the bloated worms I took out of the inside of each arm 3 years ago when I was really ill. A mite stage that is. In Light Lynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 17, 2012 12:51:24 GMT -5
Thank you Baraka
This info strikes home for me. I wonder now and will have to look on how to straighten out this glands problems. I wonder if it has any connection to the methalation passages which is one of the parts of our immune system.
In Light Lynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 16, 2012 12:40:52 GMT -5
Hi Gina
I forgot to add that I like who ever is making these products and it is a good idea to help give something to protect kids. Hopefully though they will beef up security and make schools like Fort Knox.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 16, 2012 12:37:32 GMT -5
Hi Baraka
I agree with you on much of what you said is pretty good idea to go with what I was saying. Double the efforts to keep all people safe. I think there should be a three strike law specifically designed for mental cases and if someone has been violent with a mental history should be permanently locked away. Even if they get cured it would have to be taught to them that it is for the safety of the public not to torment them. Those who get a first strike things get real strict right away, But how do we keep them from being forced to take meds that will get them more strikes? That is the faulty part of all this.
I think the Morgellons part may fit some of them also too, but not all of them. I had a bad temper that would blow up into a rage and then when coming down with my first symptoms with very little debre I had my heart give me problems, my thyroid, my stomach, my colon, and hair and nails, AND emotions went zonkey on me. I thought it was poor diet and menopause and the Dr. but me on Paxil. It helped just a little with the fear and depression that would just swoop through me for no reason at all. When I was a kid with some emotional trouble it was because of the trauma of my first hip surgery and the type of dad I had. I would think or worry about scary things which would make fear and anxiety go through the roof, but in my forties I would have fear or depression just hit even though I was not afraid or worried about anything.
Well two years on Paxil and I started to hear voices and I knew it was the Paxil. I went to the Dr. and instead of changing my meds he added Welbutrim XL. The first pill made me very angry and I thought well hopefully it is just an adjustment down fall and will go away. So the next pill I took I went angry mad man and tried to beat up my washer and dryer and tried to hall them out of the laundry room so I could throw them out the back door. I was not physically capable of the strength being crippled but sure scared the hell out of my step son and his friends. When that wore off I felt like my blood pressure was going to send me into a heart attack. I called the Dr. and told him to change all my meds and described in detail what happened. He wanted me to double the dose of the Welbutrim XL. I was jaw on the floor thinking he is going to turn me into a maniac that takes a gun and just on a rampage starts killing everyone. Little did I know how true that was.
The next day I was watching the gran kids wondering what on earth was I going to do. I sat channel surfing crying when PBS had a women in congress who was fighting to change the laws on safety of medicines for depression and listed all the terrible shooting done back then by people who had been on meds and combinations of meds. Welbutrim and Paxil were on her list with probably all the rest, but she described which ones the people who went mad were taking when they suddenly lost it and killed folks.
The women talking before congress made me just cry all day. For the deaths, for the people who went mad because I knew how they felt too. I got me some herbs that make you calm down and slowly weaned myself off paxil and I had to do the wean off twice because of the withdraws I went through. The voices quickly went away and the herbs helped better then the Paxil, but not completely so I started to control my diet better and found Coconut oil helped also. Between the three I kept myself in a little better shape then the med ever did. To bad I had not known how much pot calms one down I would have tried that but being illegal I did not touch that with a ten foot pole. so Do Qui and coconut oil were my controlling herbs. Camellia tea when needing extra help. Tried to control diet which helped when I refrained from sugars, and caffeine.
What finally got me completely well was after getting the whole big outbreak of Morgellons that I did a three points plan which detoxes the organs, the blood, and the colon and keeps you up on the vitamins and minerals. The four herb tea and the added Pa-de-Arco and I never have trouble unless I go to long without the tea or the Pa-de-Arco then the old stuff hints around of coming back. As soon as I get more of the tea or the Pau-de-arco I am right as rain again. But the big thing was the meds when combined turned me into something awful and I had no way to control it. What a nightmare and I am sooo lucky I did not double the Welbutrim like the Dr. had wanted me too. So detoxing the body was the biggy of getting me well emotionally but I still drink coffee so the herbs keep me level from that.
What makes me very suspicious and it lays in the conspiracy theory area. Is the same day as the shooting they had someone go mad in Japan or China and they went into a school or something and stabbed 22 people most of them children. Now how did that happen on the very same day? Is it pure coincidence or is someone taking folks who have to take meds and experimenting on them. See if they can get folks to be violent? See how successful they are at it. Maybe want to control that someday to their own advantage?
My high school church friend. Her brothers kid was in that class room and witnessed the whole thing. Though we are sooo thankful that he made it out alive it sickens me about all the rest of lost lives of sweet innocent souls and the forever damaged ones who witness such horrific event. Such a terrible situation all the way around. I wonder if the druggie who did this shooting was on meds?
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 15, 2012 17:37:15 GMT -5
Hi Gina
I hate saying this but I am all for fencing in the school grounds and parking lot. A door gate guard who checks status of people driving in and opens the gate. Another gate that has a com and you have to have a code to get in unless during rush hour then a monitor at the gate. Prevent just anyone from coming in and the gate to the school ground has a metal detector. That would slow down anyone who goes crazy and tries to come in with loaded weapons. Wish we had public execution to scare off some of those crazy yet at the same time most of the shootings were done by people on meds for mental disorders and they can make you go wacky. I feel badly for those folks but we got to keep the kids safe first. Schools seem to be the number one target. The world lacks discipline our meds do not help but add to the problem. Unfortunately that means a gate solution.
Have a tall brick wall with sensors at the top and cameras and an alarm if anyone reaches the top of the wall. This last incident was just enough is enough. So heart broken over it all. Then they try to blame it on gun laws. Drugs are illegal and it has not stopped anyone from buying them and taking them and makes criminals rich. The same with guns. You get rid of them and render the innocent completely helpless and give more control to the criminals who will get thealthy rich selling them to folks whom commit crimes.
I would even approve of blast doors on the school room doors that stay locked unless opened by pressed button by teacher or office and a secret escape door hidden in class rooms only know by teacher and office folks know about to a large safe room. That's were most kids are and I am for protecting them were they are most. Not sure what to do about Malls, churches and movie theater and restaurants. Restaurants seem to be second on the list or right along side church shootings.
The world is so awful at times.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 14, 2012 2:28:29 GMT -5
Hi Itchen
Sounds great. I love to cook too, but do not hardly bake now days due to being a crippled. Let us know how he comes along. Wish you had some of the choices we have here. I substitute Ann's products because she is organic and geared towards kids. Annies Mac and Cheese, gummy rabbits, rabbit crackers instead of the Gold Fish crackers. She makes mini pizza's now too which I think is new. Actor Paul Newman makes some snacks that are organic. His own version of Oreo cookies. Hopefully there is some company like hers in your area that is geared like that.
I hope and pray this passes and sorry he is having troubles but glad counseling is available. Hope that helps. The hand full of times I had to seek counseling did not help because to me they were a dime a dozen and did little to make a difference. I was put on Valium's at the age of five and in my teens started noticing that certain foods would cause me trouble. Sugar, caffeine, foods that convert into sugar quickly like bread, potato's. But way back then being young I never got a real good hold on avoiding those.
In Light Lynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 13, 2012 18:21:15 GMT -5
Oh gosh Itchen
This sounds terrible. Hopefully he will turn around soon but if not I hope like other kids with this stuff seem to get a lesser case. How are you about finding him organic treats and get him away from gluten and GMO. So hard to do with kids, but maybe I can help. I keep treats around for the kids that are closer to what we can eat. Hope the antibiotics is not making him have side effects to go with and throw you off trail.
In Light Lynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 13, 2012 16:06:25 GMT -5
Hi Itchen
Some spiders eat mites and if he came across a spider that eats mites and it felt threaten it could have bite him. So hopefully it is just spider bites. I hate to think the spiders were going after mites trying to live on him or he is fighting off this mess.
How is he doing today? Any changes?
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 7, 2012 2:09:56 GMT -5
Hi Toni
Please send me a personal message. I need to send you a sample. Sometimes it feels like the bugs will come out of the pore on my scalp and crawl to the end of my hair and then try to take the end of my hair into my skin on my shoulders and neck. They stab me with my own hair. When really buggie they would dive and stab me up my nose and into my eye with my hair. That never happens anymore but it use to happen a lot during the big outbreak of this all. My cheap radio shack scope can not tell me for sure but it looks like a well fed mite clinging to part of my hair. I just got stabbed in my upper left shoulder and reached back and felt something slightly rubbery. I did get a long hair, some debre and folded in part of a tissue is the tiny tiny mite hanging onto a piece of hair. Tinier the the period on this page. He is kind of milky see through but red from I guess feeding on my blood? I can see two antenna and his legs wrapped around my hair. Please post anything of interest out of my zip lock I will be sending. You may want to scope it through the zip lock before opening it to take out the tissue. Hopefully it will remain in the tissue through the mailing process. Thank you if you can do this. If you have time. Holidays can be very busy. If not I will refrigerate it until later.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 3, 2012 10:48:41 GMT -5
Hi Itchen
Glad they found out part of what is wrong. Hope you get well from that.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Dec 1, 2012 11:24:44 GMT -5
Hi Baraka I hear ya, but I do have bugs. Reminds me of the show Monsters Inside Me. How few people who get just the right Dr. to verify a bug or parasite making them ill. Usually sick for years and called crazy. The person on the show is one of the rare lucky ones. All the rest of us fall through the cracks. Bugs and parasites can be very difficult to diagnose. I wish you could have seen the hand full of different bugs I collected off me back when I was really buggy. The ear mite living in a pore on my lower arm, the two bloated worms taken from inside my arm where they would give you a shot or draw blood. Which I learned through looking at others posting of their capture it was a stage of some mite. The odd but very beautiful Spring-tail I took off my private parts. Oh also when the first all over outbreak I collected different stages of some mite that the Dr. verified as a bug but guessed it was fleas when they looked nothing like fleas or any of their stages. The weirdest part is I very rarely itch. When really ill my skin would sting and burn. For a couple of month right before the big outbreak I itched on my scalp and back. I would do gentle itching and jokingly sing I Have Fleas I have Fleas. Wonderful wonderful Fleas. When I really did not have fleas making me itch, but the house was flea infested. Then the itching stopped the day the hooky crawlers came off the floor and furniture and in ten minutes time covered me head to tow. Those two swollen worm like things I took from inside my arm was one of the stages of the hookey crawlers. The wispy crawler was the ear mite that took up residence on me. I would get way less of them then the hookey crawlers. The hookey crawlers go hand in hand when we did have a flea out break and I Cedarcided the house inside and outside in the attic and under the house. It was as if they were driven out from under the house and on to me. We never saw another flea again for 3 years but that first year I was begging God to kill me because I was too scared to kill myself. Just to make sure there was no fleas back then we had two different pest companies come out with testing and searching and glue traps and nothing. I use to take a plate set it next to the bed on the floor. Add water and dish soap and place a beer mug upside down over it and then place a flashlight downward on the beer mugs bottom side. The plate would be full of specks that were not fleas and I can not recall what it looked like under the scope but it died down as the soap water kept killing what ever was being attracted to the water. After a week of hardly anything in the water I quite that experiment. The glue traps would have bug legs verified by the agricultural department. They could not figure out how the bugs got away leaving some of their legs. Legs you could not see with the eye. They had to use a scope to see the legs. So the bug was very tiny. That spoke volumes to me that there was a hard to catch bug that was so little that it could not be seen with the eye. A bug so tough it could escape a glue trap without most of its legs. Well off my little soap box In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Nov 30, 2012 11:25:33 GMT -5
Hi Baraka
Very interesting, but there are bugs or parasites for some. When badly infested it was very difficult to tell when the disease was making a symptom or if bugs were causing a symptom. For those who test positive for Lyme's with Morgellons they have medical proof a parasite which some of the symptoms are black specks if I remember right. For others it seems they have some sort of manage mite under the hair follicles. Wish those folks could find someone who would know how to test them. Also there is the Bovine parasite that Stanager is finding with some. Wish we could see her test results for some of those patients if she has any.
My bug problem is so low key I can tell when it is a Morg symptom or a bug problem even though I do not have a Dr. to work with to find them. Wish I had the equipment to find them, but I do know of many who post on youtube their findings of bugs and parasites from the debre off their skin. Would never know how else to think or describe what comes off the carpet will bite my feet and slowly crawl up my legs to the inner thigh or private parts to dig in for a living. If I leave them alone by the second day the area they resided to reside with become raw a bleed. If I treat the area and fail to kill them they will do teed of biting and crawl off to nearby areas and dig in till the site is clear enough for them to move right back in. When I use to have many bugs I could herd them to what ever location of the body I wanted. It was tricky, but thank God Toni's mustard treatment actually kills them and I was so close to being out of this mess that I was not attracting as many bugs.
This is what I noticed. Went to moms house in AZ and had less symptoms. It took about three days for me to finally get a light bite from her carpet and start seeing bugs collect in around her lamp shade on table lamp. I come home and have less symptoms and notice the house is void of all the Nat's that had collected fairly badly before going to AZ. So I take the opportunity to change treatment once again. I have changed treatments with each stage of defeated parts of this mess. I quite spraying my bed with rubbing alcohol and fuming the room with menthol and it is dryer in there and have no yet any out breaks from the bedding. I am going to wash them once a week and keep a vigil on black specks put out. I really believe my body is pushing the disease out the best it can and critters like this stuff and collect it.
Well today makes one week home from AZ and things are picking up speed with seeing Nat's coming back into the house. There is another bug that was starting to come back into the house fairly bad and when I came home that bug is no where. Way back before spraying Alcohol and burning Menthol I was powdering the rug with borax and baking soda and cleaning with Murphy's Oil soap and a year later added Vinegar mixture to spray on furniture. Same bugs back then even though I have completely changed what I use.
When outside it did not mater what I was using. At the very very beginning I was using Cedar side on myself and tree tea oil and would attract all mater of bugs Now I do not ware anything on my skin when I go out and still attract all bugs attention. Before the whole outbreak of biting, stinging, and stabbing type bugs something whispy would crawel in my hair. I though Lice cause that was kind of what it felt like. Never could find any critters. but would have weird incidents were something at the ends of my hair would swing the hair into my eye, up my nose and stab me. It was as if some bug wanted to use my hair as nesting material and try to drive the end of it into a pore. When it started happening to my neck where I use to get a case of bio-film from time to time. Have not had the bio-film for over a year but still get something that crawls to the end of my hair and then suddenly the tip is driven into the skin like a dive bomber and stabbed. Almost like my hair is biting me. Then if when my hair is really active one will fall off onto another part of the body and do teed off biting while trying to dig in but only to be killed by the mustard in my routine.
I could herd the ones vaginally off to the side of the inner legs. I could herd the squirming worms out of the public hair off to the fronts of my legs. Sometimes all the way to my knees. Once the area they are driven from become less toxic to them they will crawl right back over. I really think the bugs or parasites are natural to the area, but we are attracting all of them and it becomes to many and irritates the body making the nerves to sensitive to their activity and then with the extra load of bugs or parasites trying to dwell in same location will cause a toxic situation from their biting. When I get lots of biting I will get chilled and flu symptoms as if the poisons or bacteria from their bites is making me ill. When I can stay as bug free as possible I never get an infection type feeling or chilled.
Wish there was some way I could find them with equipment, but why. There is so many who already do post that type of findings. Which shows me yeah I will connect with what they they they felt when they find a critter. Which tells me I have some sort of critter also. Being so low key makes it so much easier to tell when it is a Morg symptom compared to a bug or parasite attack.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Nov 28, 2012 20:08:46 GMT -5
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Post by Lynn on Nov 28, 2012 11:45:04 GMT -5
Hi Threader
I swore I saw it move on the scalp where it seems attached. It wiggled slightly like a worm. I wonder if you could do a comparison type video. Lets say film the spot and you blink your eyes, smile, yawn, frown and then a period of time where you try not to blink so eyes closed, no yawning or facial moments and see if the darn thing keeps wiggling. It is an awesome capture if we can filter out the other causes. Then we need to know if the body is pushing it out causing it to wiggle or a parasite is underneath moving it.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Nov 27, 2012 23:22:55 GMT -5
Hi Itchen
I watched the video earlier today and then had to run and wanted to try and finish it but want to thank you for posting this. Hope it gets more recruits or positive action with the medical community.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Nov 27, 2012 17:11:49 GMT -5
Hi Threader
I would like to compare notes for a moment here with you on your video of your hair fiber. I get a wispy sensation on my head and feels like it is crossing over the hair. Then at other times I get a stinging like a Gnat stinging the skin and the a worm like crawling and if I leave it alone it will crawl right into my ear and start the same stinging or down my face til it reaches a spot on the cheeks or nose meets face and or goes into my eyes or up my nose. I thing the two things are totally separate, but wondered if the descriptions meet anything you have felt before taping the fiber. I believe that the bugs are attracted to what the stuff is made of and uses our debre we put out for nesting or and food.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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Post by Lynn on Nov 26, 2012 11:47:54 GMT -5
Hi all
Been fallowing post for a couple days. I am back from AZ by the skin of my teeth. Only almost caused a national incident when innocently going about my business. lol.
Here is the go story. Packed and have to have my step son drive me to the airport. Long drive and he may not find his way back home because he is dyslexic and has not driven that far without fallowing someone and his co-pilot is my daughter in-law who gets lost and always goes the wrong way before going the right way. We get in van and it is dead. We jump van and decide we will risk it and drive off into the early evening clouded day.
hour and half later airport and holly molly parking fees went from 5 dollars in five years to 30 bucks and hour or 20 bucks for all day but you have to park so far away that you better bring water and a compass. Being disabled we have to revise on the spur of the moment and I opt for being thrown out of the van with cane, purse, and two rolling luggage. Kiss kiss, Goodbye.
No curb check in and hardly any people flying. Go in a very few people in line at check in. I ask for a wheel chair and check in luggage. I get taken into a glass elevator which gave me vertigo instead of claustrophobia and then to a tram which gave me more intense vertigo. I obey all vertigo rules of raise one knee, blink more often and take a slow deep breath. Now to the line to check in purse, cane, shoes, and the line is long. I would had been there two days if my helper had not wheeled me right up to the front shoved her way past. Embarrassed the el out of me. I was polite and apologetic she just zipped and shoved as if she owned everyone while pushing me into the front.
I get a body scan and then I get my few items and then wheel to the gate and am set right next to the open tunnel and little podium type table. Oh my wheeler helped me get a coffee before we hit the gate a few minutes later I spill coffee through tiny hole on lid all over my nice shirt. I use a Kleenex and a tiny dribble of an abandoned water bottle on seat near by. Almost an hour later I have to go pee. I learn how to wheel myself to the bathroom. Wheel myself back to spot at gate. Finally get to board and first with a few other handicappers. I have always been a nervous flyer, but in my old age now am scared little bunny rabbit. I can grab a snake off the ground, play with spiders, but fight panic at the thought of falling out of the sky, but love to look when up there. So beautiful and deadly and I get these deep urges to jump. That is just as scary as fearing that the plane will fall out of the sky.
Plane takes off and I love take offs and landings, but for some reason the fear of falling out of the sky takes over and I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and tears start seeping down my face. Two nice lady's who worry over me look back on me. Two lady's beside me and one praying I think for me and three minutes later I feel nearly normal. Smooth flight and even though I chose a inside isle seat I peek out the distant windows. It was raining when we took off and then I got to my destination. It is night time now and I am wheeled to baggage claim and my big stronger wheeler helps collects my bags and then I call on cell phone my cousin and mom who are in a holding area called cell phone waiting. I roll my bags and feel I really need more arms to hull a purse, a cane and two bags. I get out to curb and in seconds my folks are picking me up. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, Hello. Did you pay a tip to your wheel chair guide? What? I do not even have any money on me. How embarrassing those people who were so helpful must think I am a jerk.
Unpacking my bag I find the older purple one has been damaged. All the hard plastic lining has exploded into powder and pieces. I have the best visit ever for a whole week. After living like a recluse in a cave and the dry climate is making the Morg symptoms so low. My mom has a bathroom heat lamp in the ceiling that is infra red and it felt good. My body was craving it. I would turn that on instead of the light just to go pee so I could be washed in the red heat. My moms furniture is all hard and I had two nights of no sleep trying to figure out how to sleep with the least amount of crippling up. So I had to do 2 hours in beds. 1 hour in lazy boy chair and 2 hours in bed and then call it quits. Mom had me do stretch exercise on her bed and a Tem's unit to zap out the painful areas. Almost had to save her from two semi aggressive pit pulls that were bigger then both of us. The Stafford-shire Pits (German bred) very big dogs, beautiful but they looked and acted like the neighborhood bully's and mom and I are both under 5 feet. I use to be the shortest until age shrank my mom and made me taller. Mom was getting stuff out of the trunk when these dogs run up to her and surprised her. The leader punched her arm with his nose. I quickly maneuver behind the two pits and could see that my mom yelling at them to go home was making them react more aggressive. I told her to calm down and ignore them or talk to them in a calmer voice. They backed off as soon as I talked because now they had human in front and behind. They backed off and raced off to their next victim. Could not get my mom to call the police because the pound and police will not respond until the next day over animal incidents. You have to be dead or bleeding to get them to respond.
One week later go home. Everyone else is crying, but I have been through so much that not one tear escapes my eye. Why can I not feel like crying when leaving. What the el is wrong with me. Okay older sis is my drop off person with her husband. We do the same routine. Curb, bags, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, goodbye.
Curb side check in and wheel chair I ask about tipping. The guy says when I get my guide that they all get low wages so they will give good service because they depend on tips. Okay I have cash on me this time. I am ready. I get parked by the tunnel at the gate next to the podium. There is very little room for folks to get past me de-boarding their flight. The people sitting in seats facing me are too close and we are all going to get beat up by carry on luggage passing by. I wheel backwards to the open area and right there beside my gate is a coffee shop. I have allergy pill in my purse to help calm me down make me sleepy but am so afraid of medicine I chicken out of taking it. The guy who sold me coffee wheels me next to my group so I am sitting furthest from the tunnel. When first at the gate the people in the chairs said they were flying to New Orleans so I was there almost 2 hours early and knew I would be the next flight. A lady next to these other flyers was going to CA like me. I drink half a horrible cup of coffee. De-cafe and too strong even though I had them really water it down. I put it in garbage and there is so much noise I only catch words here and there and they board wheel chair people near the gate. I turn to the folks at the back of the crowd to make sure even though I see the two lady's up front who are going to New Orleans. Also while I had sat near the gates tunnel a airport employee came out and asked us where we were all going. She told the New Orleans Folks their plane was running late and she told me my flight would be next after theirs which I already knew. So the folks at the back say they are going to New Orleans and they get ready to go into line at my gate. I know I have more time to kill and right next door to the coffee shop is a taco shop with beer.
I go in there an get me a short Kilt Lifter. The music is loud and drowns out any intercom announcements and I sip on the beer for 20 min. I roll myself back out thinking a half a sandwich would be nice to help dull the beer on an empty stomach. I hear now the intercom which I could not hear before repeating my name nervously over and over as if it is an emergency. I race my wheel chair to my gate and there is a man there and I say I am the person being paged and ask whats wrong. I am thinking something bad happen to one of my folks and the airport is notifying me. The gate seats are empty and I am told they have been looking for me for 20 min. My flight is trying to leave. So embarrassing. I get rolled into the tunnel and then with cane and beer on my breath and being short my breath is close to all those who are sitting. I try not to breath as I have to walk all the way to nearly the very back to find a seat. No one was happy. I made the flights take off 30 minutes late.
All those people sitting in the gate area. Most of them were for Sacramento. I had no idea and the airport employee and the folks I talked to had said differently but when they went to board they were turned around at the gate tunnel and sent to another gate to wait for their very late flight. I sit near a germ a phoebe. The couple was very young with a little baby and the husband was apologetic for his wife's constant cleaning things with wipes. She felt better after I told her I use all natural ingredients and bath twice a day. I sucked on a cough drop to kill the smell of beer and got a bad stomach ache. Did not cry during take off and felt much calmer through the flight. Did some praying as before, but all went really well until I had to go to the bathroom.
Okay I wait till I see a moment of less people to go to the bathroom. I get to the little door and wonder if I can fit through it, because I am a heavy girl (205lbs) Well I can not find out how to open it and one of the stewards barks at me. They are all still mad that I made the flight late but the pilot said it was a brand new plane and he was flying the hell out of it very fast. I get into bathroom and do my pee session and clean hands toilet seat and now need to leave bathroom. No door handle and I can not figure out where to push to make the door spring open. I am claustrophobic, the light in there is like a night light and I start pushing and pulling on everything near that door. The room is like a broom closet and I hit a button and a light comes on on a symbol of a steward and oh no I did not mean to call one of them they are all mad at me. I manage to escape before a steward comes to my rescue. I get back to my seat and feel like I might have a heart attack. Part of me would be glad if I did so I would not have to fall out of the sky or be so embarrassed at all the commotion I caused yet that's all they need is for me to create another problem.
I get landed get my wheel chair guide and get luggage and get planted on curb outside where moments later husband shows up with second oldest son in his car. The van battery had to be replaced for 110 dollars. The alternator needs to be replaced for 165 dollars. My mom and aunt bought my tickets because I was too poor to go on this trip and so far I am spinning money. I get big big hugs and kisses and we go home in car. Hello again. I tell how I almost missed my flight. They crack up. I get home call mom and she can not believe it and puts my older sister on. She tells me don't you know that what terrorist do. They check in luggage and do not take the flight so they probably searched you luggage. I know they had a drug dog sniff my luggage when landed at the AZ airport because I have herbs in there and sip lock on almost every item in the bag. So I hang up and open my luggage. There in each is a long card like notice that my luggage was searched.
I put away all items and go to sleep. Wake up and all go through my day. I go back to bed at bed time and there is water all over my night stand that I had not seen when I had woke up in the dark. The water from my breathing equipment is everywhere and has sat under the machine all day and really saturated deep into the wood table. I sop it up wonder what had happened and I did remember being puzzle that the humidor was empty that morn. Well maybe I just connected in wrong. That night I make sure the cup is tight in its place in the bi-pap machine and notice a slight mold smell as I try to go to sleep.
Second morning water everywhere and empty humidor cup. I ask hubby to help me figure out what is going on. He gets a flash light a discovers hair line crack in and out side the machine where the humidor cup goes. The airport damaged my breathing equipment. I have no insurance. Not even medical. Get this if I go get medical they will take over 100 a month from my disability and I have a co-pay of 500 because the hubby's wages are good. The cheapest price for my Bi-Pap machine in 175 dollars. It would be better to skip medical and just buy the equipment, but they can not sale it to you without a prescription. You have to see a doctor first, then a specialist in sleep apnea to prescribe the PSI on machine and machine type. 20 dollars for each of those. My free vacation along with gas an wheel chair tips is costing me over 500 dollars and the holiday and illness made us have to short pay check in a row. I have very little food in frig and yet I almost do not care.
I feel so revived and feel calm. I did cry a little when I found out my equipment was broken because of all the hoops and expense I would have to jump through but I had such a good time on my trip and needed that trip more then I thought and all the mishaps are just too hilarious not to laugh. I grew up being told we have the Lucille Ball Gene. I had considered not going because of the Morgellons. It made me feel some what normal again. Relief from some of the symptoms and away from a house we rent that needs many repairs. Well back to Bi-Pap. The air port said because I did not discover it broken at the air port and report it in 4 hours they would not compensate. I am waiting to paperwork to fill out to send to headquarters to battle them about my damaged equipment. Who in the el looks at all their items in their suitcase before going home and with hairline cracks I would not have seen them till the water had made them darker then the rest of the plastic.
Even though I have been gone for a whole week and not spraying of bedding or fuming the room with menthol burned on a burner. The smell in my house was so strong I could barely breath. I had forgot I had been having trouble breathing while home and could not figure out why I was so use to the smells. But it almost smells like a gas leak mixed with the spray smells. Now I can not fume or spray anymore because the air in here is not healthy. I got a headache and felt faint, and felt like I was suffocating the first day home. We have a hug in the floor gas furnace that Ferrel cats had torn ignite wires to it under the house and the flue that traveled under the floor board to a aluminum chimney outside the house was damage as well and it had worn with age too. They had put that in before connect the two military bunk houses to make one house and retainer walls to close to the entrance will not allow a stiff flue to be maneuvered under there. We had to opt for flex furnace flue which reminds me of a dry vent hose and I know that is not going to last as long and wonder if I have a leak under there. So now I am going to arrange PG&E to come out and investigate. No wonder my hubby is sick again all the time. We had a 75 dollar a month gas leak at a different house rented out in the country where my first Morg symptoms started and he could not get over bronchitis. I have got to find a way to convince him to let me bring out the gas co.
Well I have talked everyone's eye balls right out of their heads. Love you all.
More later.... Ayla your art work it great. Toni Sue and others I miss you, Gina I like a lot of your recent postings.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
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