Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: health

  • “Tae” ahoy…

    I just came back from more toilet flushings! After dinner tonight, I had evacuated lots of “tae” and flushed almost one dozen times to avoid clogging up the toilet, like I did last month. That’s what happens when I don’t drink enough fluids while injesting dry foods and OTC medication for my bad cold. Again, after dinner, I had blown out more bloody boogers, which means the air is dry/not humid/moist enough for the sinus. At least whatever is working, I’m able to get rid of my sickness with rest and relaxation.

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    Oh yeah. My preferred laxative happens to be ORGANIC milk. One cup after a meal and some more as “snack” whenever I feel like I need to go “badly”. But I only do so every other day, depending how “dry” I am and as long as I don’t deplete my potassium level. When I cramp in the legs or elsewhere, then I stop my “milk”.

    Now I feel light in the guts, which still has a pooch. But my GI tract is grumbling right now because my digestive system is lactose intolerant. Hehehe. “Milk” is more natural and almost to stronger as OTC laxative. Okay, that’s enough for tonight.

  • Bloody snots…

    Well, I just blew out yet another blood-encrusted snot from my left nostril. Earlier this evening I’ve been trying to blow my nose REALLY hard in the hopes of dislodging the irritant inside my sinuses. I would get light specks of blood on the hapless white tissue paper.

    At around 3:26am this morning, I blew out two bloody, yellow-encrusted chunks from my left nostril. Another but smaller bloody chunk came out from the right nostril.

    Since this morning’s removal of chunks, the annoying itchiness located on the back flap of my throat and just in the back of the palette area, no longer bothers me.

    This could have been from taking the purple syrup with CODEINE, my coughing, too, has been under “control”.

    Also, for a while, I felt/sensed something was stuck inside my left nostril and I have the “urgency” to keep picking out whatever is inside that area. Not even the saline wash via the plastic neti pot did not good to alleviate the symptoms.

  • Ay ya ya ya…

    “Maw! I meant the Mexican song: Ay ya ya ya! I didn’t mean to offend you like that!” I exclaimed (again).

    “You can’t give yourself credit when I did all the hard work. All you do is be critical of your Paw and me. You and your brother never give us credit. All of you ruined my Thanksgiving holiday!” Sobbed Maw (again) as she was wiping down the counter after all the cooking has been done.

    “You should listen to your brother, Lindsey and your Auntie Edith! I advise you to get a life, live on your own and find some friends! Leave your Paw and me alone so we could die together in this house! All we want is peace and quiet” Maw continued.

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    Ay, yai, yai! Happy Thanksgiving, folks! This is what happens when middle-aged women/people live with their parents for too long.

    After the dark energy manifested for the dying one, we heard the doorbell ring at around 11:00am. Thank God for the Edible Arrangement. I thought we were saved!

    “I’m not going to eat that food! You two eat that food! I’m going to throw that away. Most Filipinos would question the cleanliness of the gift item.”

    “They think gifts will make everything fine! Well, it’s not! That gift item is for AIR-HEADS. They wasted their money again!”

    “They are afraid of us/coming to this house. They can’t face the truth. When they come over, I’m going to hit them over the head!”*

    *That’s her figurative speech.

    For about twenty minutes, Maw has been speaking with Auntie Norma. That was a surprise and the only call we received for today.

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    Honestly, the fruit wasn’t sweet. But the thought was nice.

  • 20111123-Weird Stuff

    Memo: 11/22/2011 20:51pm. By reading/skimming through the pages of “The Philosophers‘ Stone/s”, I had a thought about how some true healers really do NOT need tools outside themselves. These faithful one ARE tools/vehicles of healing unto themselves and others.

    Memo: 11/20/2011 19:58pm. While washing dishes that night, I had a thought about how extraterrestrials/dimesionals are really demonic. They offer medical and scientific technology but true healing comes from within those who are faithful.

    Memo: 11/20/2011 20:25pm. At 20:23pm, the toilet downstairs near the garage finally flushed on its own after I had pour hot water from the faster bath tub faucet via the plastic water pitcher. I had clogged the toilet with my bouts of floating poop. It must have been my nemesis — a fibery, choy vegetable.Memo.

  • 20111123-Random Thoughts

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

    11/23/2011 11:02am. This morning Father Mike had a change to chat with Gloria, “Binh”, “Minh”, Maw, Paw and moi, except the florist and Carlos, whom I had to hug to calm him down after he got pissed off at us for talking too much. We learned that some parish with more/less parishioner contribute/donate less/more, with out local parish paying around 19%, which is slightly medium-high. He exited by offering us a deep bow (Asian style) but mostly towards moi. I mumbled aloud a “deep bow”.

    11/23/2011 10:00am. While waiting in line at Safeways with our box of one dozen donuts (at two for one dollar at club price), we overheard a middle-aged man talking to his mother over the cellphone. “Hi Momma! I love you! I am here eating a free sandwich.” He made kissing sounds over the cellphone. Maw looked at me with slightly tearful and red eyes because her own son wouldn’t do the same this season. He actually bought $1.49 sandwich and a plastic bottle of flavored milk.

    11/23/2011 09:31am. At 8:44am and after this morning’s mass, I saw an Asian guy get into his red sedan parked in front of his house. Again, this is one of many instance in which spooks would time their presence upon my arrival.

  • 20111123-System Jolts

    Memo: 11/23/2011 08:16am. At 1:33am, I felt a sudden but single energy jolt upon my throat chakra. It felt like it “entered” from the front and through the “Adam’s apple” area.

    Memo: 11/20/2011 16:16pm. While lying down on the bed with the green-colored, Batik-styled bedsheet upstairs in MY computer bedroom, I closed my eyes to take a late afternoon nap. I then sensed a system surge and then a brief flash of an image in mostly beige and light brown. The image was a bar-relief of a moustach guy. The outline of this image was raised. But I am not sure if the image had a beard.

  • 20111122-Random Thoughts

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

    11/22/2011 20:58am: During that morning’s breakfast at McDonalds and while talking to Ray, I saw a skinny white boy at the “condiment” section. He had shoulder length hair of blond and soft, light brown eyes. As he turned to exit the fast food joint, he flicked out his tongue.

    11/22/2011 20:51pm. By reading/skimming through the pages of “The Philosophers‘ Stone/s”, I had a thought about how some true healers really do NOT need tools outside themselves. These faithful one ARE tools/vehicles of healing unto themselves and others.

    11/22/2011 13:36pm: After eating a late lunch at Goldilocks, a white Pontiac G6 had a license plate number ending at 211. There was 616.

    11/22/2011 10:50am. At 10:15am, Rayomnd R. fell backwards upon the floor of McDonalds and landed mostly on his right butt. It was a good thing he didn’t hit his head or fall unconscious. What I saw was a sudden movement of his face looking up and his head going backward immediately. He dropped his am/pm coffee all over the floor and Maw’s blue acrylic jacket. Apparently, he has diabetes and we talked for about one hour before he got a chance to fuel up. So we bought him a big breafast with pancakes. The manager gave him a tall orange juice. We gave him our last bottled water.

    He just wouldn’t stop talking about his unionized gig; his wife $47,000 a month dialysis; hiring a house cleaner so she won’t stress out; being affected by Agent Orange from wars in Vietnam and Korea; having his great-granchild and his boomerang family live at his big house and other political matters. He continued talking on loudly from shock and called Henry his friend, too. (Of course, I was wearing Shrimpsei’s second, nano-pendant near my throat the whole time and for the past few days).

    Earlier Chuck, the old chinese guy talked about being imprisoned in the emergency room while being treated for a high glucose reading of over 400. He couldn’t move and was starving for most of the day. Each time they gave him food, his sugar level when up. His wife’s coverage from working 30 years at Kaiser is good for life.

    At 07:44am this morning, I saw the divorced nutter out of the corner of my left eye as we were backing out of the driveway. She stood on the sidewalk and looked at the renter, who was inside his gray-colored station wagon-like car. Usually the renter would leave between 07:00am to 07:35am. But this morning was unusual because the divorced nutter was there and he was still warming up his car to leave later.

    As I straightened out the car to head off northbound on MY long stretch of road, I saw her look in our direction. I could see her transitional shades through the left/side mirror of the car and her adjusting her “shades” with one hand. Anyway, she is so thin-looking and still short.

    Also, notice the double-digit number of the time at 07:44am when this situation occurred.

  • Digestive drinks…

    I used to enjoy drinking socially. But the effects make me act, think and talk stupid. After reading about how “spirits” in alcoholic beverages act as a vehicle to possess people, I switched to drinking coffee. After reading about coffee and its effects on the body, I have fruit drinks. After reading about how pineapple juice aids in digesting a huge meal, I just drank fresh squeezed calamansi lemon juice. The flavor is very tart and salty to the taste.

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  • Zapping light bulbs…

    Yesterday, I messed up Maw’s lightbulb. I believe the electromagnetic/static shock from rubbing my socks on the carpet while walking and for the fact that my skin has been DRY that when I reached out to flip the switch, a discharge left my left finger and “destroyed” yet another lightbulb. NO amount of LIBERAL miniaturization helped to cut my electrical sensitivity that I’d pick up in and around my fingertips, nay, the palms of my hands.

    And don’t get me wrong about reptilian being ALL negative or if I come across and dividing different groups among themselves and other species. They are in fact intelligent. And I cannot tell the difference from a good creäture and a bad creep. Even Maw’s voice started to get horse from her asthma/allergy in the throat while she was speaking briefly with the woman who dispensed eyeglasses this afternoon.

  • 20111114-More Spooks

    The woman who helped dispense our eyeglasses was a reptilian. She would flick her tongue out like the French woman with the blue-colored, “feline eyes“. The “flicking” action I keep mentioning is more like a slow lick on both lips with the tongue stopped in between the teeth, leaving, say the tip of the tongue showing and then retracting it back into the mouth. Her eye color was hazel, I think. She had “blood-shot” eyes. These types of eyes would seem to have some sort of “light pink” eye liner to further express the “redness” in the white part of the eyes. She was helpful in suggesting to have Maw get the lens on an old frame done to see if the new ones feel better than the second pair, in which case she could give those for change later on.

    The little one that wrote stuff in Maw’s chart was an Asian. We talked about her “diminutive stature” of say four feet. I would assume that she is Chinese because she turned her back to me and showed me the bottom of her left shoe while taking notes before the eye doctor showed up. I thought she could have been Vietnamese. But her English is straight and TOUGH like any medical personnel.

    Other spooks include the Asians riding up and down my road as if they own the taxpayers’ turf.

  • Cleansing me…

    I just bought “The Herbal Parasite Cleanse” and “The Liver Flush” from Chattanooga, Tennessee. It’s a good to have “Tools For Healing” and the site was a place I visited long ago. Initially I wanted the tincture and that worked! I recall something long came out! But I wasn’t sure.

    And after three months of itchy and scratch throat, I felt it was time for me to take care of my cough. Drinking lemon juice and hot drinks/teas didn’t help. I would cough at night and day and I sneezed during this evening’s mass! I was getting sick and tired, foggy brained and lethargic. Dammit! I forgot the chemtrail tincture! I’ll get that later.

    And then today, I was bored and watched more YouTube videos about gross stuff related to health and came across a video of how pouring Coca-Cola on raw pork drew out some parasites! That was a personal sign for me to CLEANSE my innards, especially my intestinal/bowels and brain, too! Yuch!

  • 20111110-Random Thoughts

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

    11/10/2011 10:50am: After briefly speaking with Arcy, Maw’s former co-worker, who now has diabetes, too, and during one VERY slow circuit around the Great Mall, I mumbled under my breath something about turning into a grandmother or grandfather and being proud. It was really directed to beautiful young people who don’t have children yet.

    11/10/2011 08:34am: After this morning’s mass, I had to take my quick notes about how Paw would say: “Very interesting.” This thought occurred after thinking about how “greys” (or extra-dimensional beings/scientists) removed an imaginary piece of white-colored cancer material from an abductee/patient and place the cancerous speciman on a petri dish.

    11/10/2011 08:21am: I would say, “Blessed be the Holy Spirit, the Parakeet.” From the Divine Praises (during the Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament), the correct word should be the Paraclete.