Dagnabbit! Those mosquitoes are biting me! Their bites are almost unnoticeable by my bad hearing until I get all red and itchy and these hives start to form on my skin. I’d barely hear the initial buzz by my ears or feel something on my nose. My reaction time to swat them away was and still is slow. Then it’s too late and I get stung.
This vapor medicine would be rubbed and/or taped over to expedite the healing action onto my wounds. The menthol action does work for those wanting immediate relief in two days. On day one, the swellings of the bigger bites go down by half their sizes. By day two, the remaining red dots appear as little itchy scabs that get picked and heal over until picked at again. Pick. Pick.
That is what happens when these critters like to bite me. I must taste good to them otherwise they won’t keep coming back for more of my skin and blood. The red bites on my skin appear out of nowhere and I think they hide within my Tempur-Pedic bed system where air pockets allow not only their hideaways but great support for my back.
Other mattresses used to numb my whole arm and hurt my neck and shoulders when I try to sleep on my sides. I still have to sleep flat on my back with better comfort thanks to my new bed which cost me over two thousand dollars.
I do sleep more soundly now and dream more vividly than ever before due the comfortable bed. And, yes, I do snore when sound asleep and have awoken myself in the middle of snores! My bio-units make fun of me when I start snoring during my short naps on the family sofa after a hard day’s work. Snoring is from the side of Paw, again.
When I grew up on the military housing, I used to get bitten all over by critters and got allergic reactions from those itchy hives as usual. I remember one of my eyelids swelling shut after being bitten by a mosquito. This bite took a long time to heal because the story is one that Maw remembered well.
At the back of the military housing, there was this bush about four feet in height. Within this bush there thrived a nest of wasps. We all could hear the buzzing get louder as we got closer to the well hidden nest in that bush. For whatever reason that bush was left dangerously there while we kids played merrily on our swing set not to far off. That bush was eventually removed and we no longer feared the potential attack by one of those insects hurting us. None stung us.
My other horrible experience was at the same swing set on the back of the military housing where a bunch of our friends were playing. As I sat down on the leftmost swing and enjoyed the laughter of other children, there landed this big spider on the back of my hand. It was as big as my hand and scary too.
Everyone nearby ran away from me as I cried and wailed. I was frozen in fear because I didn’t want those sharp fangs digging into my flesh. They laughed and kept telling me to get rid of it myself. I didn’t know how. No one came to my rescue and had to shake off that critter knowing noone seemed to care. I ran to my mommy. That spider did not bite me.
Pimples and acne have been my other personal battle and that is like being bitten, only from inside out. It’s the way my system reacts to the likes of fat, oil and meat. I know that my diet has not been under control all my life. The insecurity of not having enough to eat is hard to overcome when if fact abundance in foodstuff would not be my problem in this lifetime.
Eating in moderation is difficult for me when I have this bad habit of snacking in between meals. I know, if I do lose my weight, I’ll start feeling cold due to less fatty layers that keep me warm. The people around me are fat pigs and disgusting when they have to eat for the sake of eating. I should take better care of myself now. Then again doesn’t that chocolate cake look delicious?
Being bitten is one thing but biting back is another. I don’t remember biting anyone except for one cousin (on the side of Paw), who used to assert her aggressive behavior by grabbing hold of our arms and trying to bite us on the hands if things didn’t go her way. That was in the past and don’t know if that trait still exist in her. Maybe her kids might inherit the biting mechanism. Kids will do all sorts of fun games and end up getting hurt someway. It’s the rules, I suppose.
How does one bite back when injured by another party? I would use the legal system, sue Pete and pals and perhaps, if possible, win a settlement, which seems to be the norm in this country. Sometimes settling out of court is a better option. Who knows? All I see is plain greed by both the plaintiff and defendant but mostly by the legal people who represent both parties.
Going through the legal process is yet another slow bureaucratic process with all its red tape and red-eyed people from crying too much that happen to wear down the nerves of anyone. And by the time any justice, if any, has been handed down by basically and unauthorized person, there is nothing left except the big bill that no one could pay off. There is the bail, if any, then off to jail, which is already full of people with bad energy.
I don’t know too much about the law, the legal system or my basic inalienable rights. I only know that my sovereign rights to exist are absolute and no court system on any land could take action or enact any justice over my head, mind, body or soul. As long as the natural laws and the laws of return are respected, no foreign placed jurisdiction on the original earth keepers’ land I currently call home could replace that right to live free in peace and harmony.
It’s the little tidbits of reality that come from the ‘real’ freedom biters that have taken enough crap to know that all contracts are meant to be broken and forgiven once and for all. There is no such thing as binding like a noose around the neck, the hands or feet when there is love. Unconditional love knows no bound: No man-made law could bite that truth.
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