Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: health

  • Annoyed humanoind…

    For two days (and after popping in fresh batteries from three days ago), Maw and I (with Paw looking on) have played with an R2D2™ Interactive Astromech Droid (© 2001).  We kept saying the commands but noticed that the unit would shake its head back and forth in the “negative”. We joked that it was alive and understood us. But that’s only science fiction, where Maw wanted a better robot to play and talk with, just like the cartoon “The Jetson”, a family with a robot maid. So I video taped the “Dance Program” with my Samsung Epic 4G™ and uploaded the file via the Tumblr for Android app. As you can see I happen to work and play with droids.

    But I don’t get along with droids that can’t keep up with fast changes in technological advances, like computers and cellphones or in spiritual concepts, like compassion and understanding. For example, Paw has spaced out and forgets things. Yesterday, he was helping with chopping ingredients for a meal. Later Maw had to take away a simple activity to speed things up. The old man stared at Maw chopping carrots. When it came time to clean up, he scooped up the items to discard and placed those into the freshly chopped carrots instead of into the trash! We had our giggles and the realization that we are all getting old.

    Recently, I’ve noticed that I’m not focused and tend to forget my train of thoughts. (That’s why I’ve resorted to taking notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone.) I would forget what I ate or what I did in the past. Further, I’m not having enough energy and feeling weak. I’d find myself barely able to get out of bed and would drag my feet the whole day. Just this morning , I kept blowing a short fuse and snapping at little things. This was my severe reaction to the three cups of caffeinated coffee this morning and/or that I may have hypertension due to being clogged in the arteries with high cholesterol and high triglyceride levels. Or that I’m tired of taking care of two old people.

    Whatever is happening, I’ve been slowly switching to the droid mode. Just going through the motion of living, eating and doing chores while dreaming, floating and taking naps. The sources of mental nourishment are my parents, the parakeets, the garden and, yes, my blog. I would suspect that inordinate amount of time using the electronic gadgets is burning my mind as I constantly check my empty emails and hope for anything from the online reader. There’s nothing else for me to do but keep looking for work that won’t be there anyway. And So I see myself as another useless human who is merely playing a supportive role to whoever needs my help.

    Like any mechanical object, this human form will slowly wind down with age. It’s only a matter of time when I will have dementia or even Alzheimer’s disease — a condition of staring blankly at a person, not know who I am, where I am and not knowing what to think or what action to take without guidance. Hopefully, I won’t be a prisoner in my home and depend on others on how to eat and dress myself. At least for now, I can rest assured that I can go outdoors and know how to get back home (2012/02/11 22:47).

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  • 20120209-Random Notes

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:

    1645. Prior to taking a nap (and catch up on my lack of sleep0 upstairs in the computer room, I thought of the the “handsome dude” from that “nice photo”; boosted “one and all” and in turn (as usual) received a power/energy surge from within my heart chakra. Hehehe!

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    1055. While shopping inside the produce section of the DeCA, we oveheard a “Amer-Asian” boy singing aloud over and over: “I love Tita!” Then he sang repeatedly, “Forever and ever and ever…”

    1045. At 1039, we passed the 237 interchange. I heard Maw cry out: “Go to the right!” I was on the number two lane (from the left). I recall the other time how it sounded like: “Go to the light.” The Chinese pronounce the letter “R” as the letter “L”.

    1045. At 1030, we were en route to the DeCA via northbound HWY 101. Paw said on the on-ramp: “If you owe, you still pay.” I was thinking when Pete and pals will pay the debt unto moi!

    0929. Coincidentally, I overhead “El Rushbeau” talking about my former employer “GMAC”, now Ally Financial, which owes the government/tax-payers $12.3 billion.

    0926. Long go, I recall talking to a co-worker, Sherry, who was a descendant of the Hoover vacuum family. She said: “I didn’t see a penny coming back from my pay check and have to move back with my father.” That was over 16 years ago. The “Boomerang” generation started right after the “Baby Boomer” generation. Maw said Sherry didn’t know how to budget.

    0210. Got a “Failure Notice” from MAILER-DAEMON@yahoo.com at 23:41 when I tested an Alias (Yahoo! Identities) because I forgot my password for an OPEN forum discussion board. My thought was about how demons return a failure notice while those who send love will go through without fail.

    0130. At 0129, I heard a single LOUD pop at window of the computer room upstairs. I heard several other pops during the next two hours. One was at the mirror to my right past 0300.

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  • 20120208-Random Notes

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:

    2012/02/08 15:30. Well, the food seemed to taste good for me but not for Maw or Paw. It appears that their FREE toothpaste from the dentist has ruined their sense of taste/smell. The product is CREST. It’s too bad they won’t be switching brands.

    2012/02/08 14:54. While Maw pulled out over two dozen white hairs from my black head of hair, I heard a low-flying, helicopter overhead. It was VERY loud, too.

    2012/02/08 11:37. I recall Joanna B. coming to our home long ago with the boy. She was a tall white lady with red hair and a good friend/co-worker of the boy. With her mostly pink outfit, she gleefully exclaimed while looking at Maw and me: “Look! I’m a Hawaiian princess.” In my mind, I expressed shock and wonderment: “OMG!” She was the one that “could hear everything” as mentioned on an OPEN forum discussion board long ago.

    2012/02/08 09:38. We were listening to “El Rushbeau” on our local radio station Newstalk 910 AM about how both McCain and “The Donald” endorsed Mittens. The former was a symbolic death sentence on Mitten’s loss.

    2012/02/08 12:43. After listening to the cable news programming on television about a recent failure by the emergency responder and./or the CPS (Child Protection Services),

    You see, there was a VERY naughty girl who threw tantrums. In order to get her to behave, her parents belted her. Well, the father did but not the mother. And so the neighbors thought the screaming brat was being abused and called that authorities.

    Myrna was seen crying across from Manang Candy’s house, which was down the road. She was so distressed by what had happened that she told Maw a story: The ballet instructor noticed red marks somewhere on the girl’s body and the authorities were notified. Myrna had to hire a lawyer for $3,000 and as a defense against an alleged child abuse.

    So you see folks, the 911 are morons and the CPS are idiots. The system here in America is so screwed up that punishing children is considered a crime. Where is the justice to protect the parents from abusive children, huh?

    2012/02/08 01:53. An old thought of mine was of an interview with Rick, who was wearing his promotional gray vest. I picked up then that he might/could have made a good POTUS. And sure enough the Asylum won three states: Missouri, Minnesota and Colorado. But the delegates still went to Mittens.

    Further thoughts indicated that TPTB and pals were feeling sorry for him and wanted to make him feel good despite his disabled girl being hospitalized/sick recently. Also, if the NWO includes the Catholic Church as the “one-religion” this would explain how the Evangelic states “allowed” him to win (for now).

    2012/02/08 01:50. After the second round of my meditation, I felt the energy surge throughout my body (again, of course). Hehehe!

  • Sports ship…

    For most if my life I’ve been a spectator if sports. During my growing years back east, I recall watching Jerry West play basketball.

    We’d watch during the rain and snow. I sometimes watch the sunset, a big orange ball, going down part our front windows to my right.

    So you can say that our long, wooden Magnovox stereo system was facing “north”.

    During my teenage years, I participated in P.E. (or physical education) during classes. It wasn’t my favorite class. I almost got on the “president’s list” but couldn’t complete the sit-ups in time. Running was the worse. Getting hit on the head by a big softball wasn’t fun.

    During my young adult, I joined a health club. It was the 24-hour Nautilus. The place smelled. the people smelled. I worked on all the weight lifting equipment but never joined the aerobics.

    As I got older, I enjoyed watching live baseball with the companies I worked for. I didn’t care for baseball as much as I cared for watching on television, my favorite football team, the Denver Broncos, because my ex-boyfriend of a spook has a second uncle who was a coach of the team.

    Then I realized that doing sports was hard work and caused me some pain. I just didn’t like running after the tennis ball, the ping-pong ball, the badminton thingy or even a simple Frisbee. Walking SLOWLY was the only healthy option for me now because of my aching feet.

    Further I felt certain sports are  violent, if not deadly whereby guys hurt each other in football and gals suffer paralysis from falls in gymnastics. I get stressed out just watching the Olympic and the potential for injury by these athletes.

    I didn’t like the competitive mentality of winner takes all; while all others are left in defeat without shiny trophies or as runner-up with silver or bronze medals. I wanted everyone to win in any time zone.

    Yes, I do make fun of those who didn’t win or run funny. I admit my shortcomings in playing sports is projected as laughter toward those competitors who strive to do more than just physical health but to be the best among the rest.

    Sportsmanship is supposed to mean taking the fall for another who cannot keep up or know how to play by the rules.

    As per Rick’s speech in Greeley, Colorado, “don’t be “stewards” who “dropped the ball”. In other words, part nice and be there for each other as team players.

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  • Hooked on…

    “It’s Janet, Miss Janet, If you’re nasty!” ~Janet Jackson‘s album “Nasty“.

    So why do people hook up with nasty, fugly people? Because they are mentally and emotionally incapacitated! Basically, it usually boils down to finances and fornication — both of which are forms of control with the former being more desperately needed and the latter being the supporting role for staying in any long-term relationship.

    Everything else is denial. Face it! No one should be ashamed for messing up. If you happen to be destined to hook up with a nasty fugly, be proud that it’s only temporary. That’s why alcohol, drugs and smoking are done to help drown out the sorrow and pain. [I’m not advocating addiction (but blogging comes in at a close second)!]

    Hopefully, no one will make any excuse or make a big deal for the errors of your ways. Perhaps, you could exercise more self-control in your money and of your urges. Or else you might make more babies that you cannot afford in your young/old age.

    Ah, the traps of this world are many. Be sure to take off your rose/amber-colored glasses before making any rash decisions that will put others to shame. What about me? Again, you are nothing when other people disapprove. Quit hooking up with a nasty, fugly and take a more realistic observation that most people are plastic anyway!

  • Maw’s post surgery…

    We awoke early at 5:30am. I wasn’t fully awake. And in a few minutes, Paw went upstairs and invited me to eat breakfast with him while Maw got ready for her surgery, a decompression repair for a torn rotor cuff of the right shoulder.

    We attended morning mass and usual and left early immediately after taking the Eucharist; got gasoline; went home to poop and then proceeded to the hospital, where we found parking at the basement and nearest to the elevator leading to the “Surgery Center”.

    From 9:38am to 2:30pm, we signed in, waited in the lobby and then inside the recovery room and then left. For the next 24 hours, Maw slept with her sling around her arm and pain killers. Rice porridge helped to keep food down and the pills, too.

    Today she is up and around and helped cleaned, too. Her strength and leadership qualities have returned. I stayed up until four in the morning and took a nap for two hours until noontime today, just to make things flow smoothly.

  • 20120130-Prayer Journal

    Here are my notes while trying to drift off to sleep:

    23:34. I felt another discharge of subtle energy leave my system after I mediated on the same prayer. At 23:35, the heater turns off and I felt a touch on my head of hair.

    23:29. I felt an energy surge throughout my body after feeling pin point energy ball tap at the middle of my hairline of my forehead after meditating to the “Fatima” prayer. After the initial acknowledgment, the heater mysteriously turned on for two minutes, warmed until the blowers turned on loudly at 23: 29.

    “O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.”

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  • Gagging cough…

    Last night, while trying to upload images of double and triple digit numbers, I had a severe coughing spasm! A build up of mucus, which was stuck on my right throat accumulated throughout the day and apparently, the sticky slime fell into my lungs, which felt full of congestion on the right side.

    I ran to the batchroom sink and held my breath until the spasm of coughing brought up the phelgm and some contents of dinner through my mouth AND somewhat through my nostils. I could taste/smell the acid from my stomach in my nose/throat.

    After the final phelgm was expelled, I sense a relief. But my nose was congested on the right. So I sprayed/irrigated my nostril with STERILIZED, saline solution in a can. I do so and a lot more this time, that the liquid fell smoothly from the left sinus but NOT the right sinus. Then I spray with a free sample of Nesonex from the doctor’s office. The “Neo-Synephrine” only acts a decongestant but NOT as inflammatory medication, like Nesonex.

    Then Maw continued to talk to me —- get a job, buy health insurance, take care of myself/health, etc.

  • Severe cramp in right thigh…

    So Maw got a severe cramp in her right thigh for about twenty minutes and ending around 01:00AM yesterday morning (01/29/2012). She had her head on my right rib while she sat on the toilet urinating.

    Her moan/groaning/sobbing/hugging was bothersome as she patted my head and hugged me. She was worried about me when I would left all alone without anyone to HELP in my old age.

    It was annoying but I continued to hold down the two Z4e zapper prongs upon her thigh. That didn’t help because I was intercepting the charge. So later on, she sat in her rocking chair and felt the zapping worked: The positive prong was underneath her right heel while the negative prong was on the affected areas of the right thigh muscles.

  • Convulsing release….

    After ten minutes ago, I just had an imagery of “releases” done with some convulsion. But that’s something only two CONSENTING adults would know at night.

    But I really wanted to draw a comparison between two events I have “delayed” in sharing for the past few day:

    • Demi Moore convulsing and “semi-conscious” on Monday night due to something she smoked.
    • A man who convulsed with unclean spirits from tonight’s “Sunday” Gospel of Mark 1:21-28.

    —

    Both Demi and the man were on some sort of POWERFUL drug that allowed the possession by DEMONS during their weakened emotional/mental/physical state. And with the saving grace of Jesus, both of these people survived the ordeal.

    Like the ancient man, I expect Demi to “spread her fame/wings” by cleaning up after herself and start “acting” like a responsible person and role model to others who are going through substance abuse.

    If she seeks attention from all these men that she will have ever dated/married, that will only bring her more destruction to health and more problems to relationship. This has been the deal/price for “fame and fortune”, courtesy of SATAN, of course.

    She has a choice to pursue a different path, away from the “lime light” and into something more, say, along the line of charitable events, which shouldn’t need her to take in some form of income (i.e. fortune) for popularity (i.e. fame), not unless people like her want these temptations BADLY!

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