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Imagine feeling the searing pain during an operation, while under anesthesia and unable to move a muscle and waking up to the eternal memory to the trauma of being unable to inform the people to stop their procedure. The nightmare for these people must be horrible and I was almost one of those people who woke up during anesthesia.

Our family dentist informed us that I needed to have all four of my back molars removed. These were growing and crowding out my good teeth. I was working my first summer job right out of high school and was eighteen years old when anesthesia was administered again.

I believe this procedure was done on a Sunday morning because the short, hyperactive brunette supervisor from UC Berkley, CA wanted me to come in for work. I recalled telling her I that, although I did mention during the interview that I could work on weekends and didn’t have any ‘religious’ obligations to meet, the dental schedule has been already made.

So off I went to have my molars removed in one of the medical offices across from the Alexian Brother’s Hospital off of McKee Road in San Jose, CA. The doctor was professional and he inserted the needle nicely into my right arm. I drifted off to sleep and didn’t feel any pain whatsoever.

Suddenly, I started opening my eyes but was barely able to move my upper body at bit. I looked left and right and distinctly felt some sort of instrument inside my mouth. I barely remember seeing the Filipina assistant to my left and I clearly saw the white dentist with Asiatic blue eyes to my right.

The dentist appeared to be hurrying to do something to my right arm where the needle originally went in for the anesthesia. I clearly remembered following his action with my half opened eyes and blearily acknowledged the action of injection to my right arm. During this waking state, I felt no pain whatsoever. But I remember looking around.

I am one of the lucky ones who have avoided feeling the pain registering into the gray matter of this big brain of mine. All I remember was opening my eyes inside this room with walls of vertical brown panels after the dental surgery. ‘Kali-Maw’ was sitting to my left and the Filipina assistant was already inside to help me up.

The effects of the anesthesia were amusing because I would not stop babbling nonsense and asking all sorts of stupid questions. My unanswered questions continued as the twosome lead me out to the car to be driven home. I remembered the Filipina to my left arm talking to ‘Kali-Maw’ on my right arm about how the anesthesia affected me. My heightened reaction was a motor mouth then.

And now I have evolved to the worse potty mouth. Tonight, I have been scolded for being very harsh verbally and my uncontrollable ‘expressed opinions’ to any minor details scared ‘Kali-Maw’. I suppose the combination of my bad attitude (especially from my DNA) and my sense of awareness from waking up to some sort of ‘anesthesia’ to my surroundings needs to be further corrected.

What needs to be corrected is how to better monitor the pain threshold based on the electrical pattern of an unconscious brain. The mind is always active while subconscious, too. Since the patient cannot communicate their sensations while under sedation, there must be some current technology to make sure the ill effects to insufficient doses of anesthesia could be avoided. Noone should suffer a lifelong nightmare of constant pain while in the conscious state.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

My apology goes out to a telemarketer by the name of ‘Jeff’ of the San Jose Fire Fighter [Department(?)]. He called this evening asking for my commitment on behalf of burn victims in Valley Medical for some sort of event in contemporary arts.

I heard the crackling in his voice similar to a disappointment filled with tears after I told him a generic response of: ‘Sorry, I’m not interested’. In my mind I did not want to receive anything through regular mail by disclosing our home address.

But in my heart I wanted to ‘donate’ something for the guy’s time and effort in calling us in the first place. It’s difficult to flatly say, ‘No’, to anyone without giving some sort of chance for the caller to be heard. I did not want to let anyone down with my bad manners tonight.

Once again, I’m an idiot when speaking over the phone. I could have properly responded by saying, ‘I will think about what you said, sir. But please give me your website (or a contact number) so that I may do further research (or call you back) on when I have the chance’.

I am the primary interceptor of these phone calls at night, by the way. So it would be wise not to mess with me. I may have to write another letter to update our phone numbers with the ‘Do Not Call’ list. This should stop these unwanted phone calls from happening for another few years.

In the future, perhaps any generic script for these sorts of calls would be useful to avoid embarrassment or offense whatsoever. I guess I did not use my brain all that well tonight and as usual for not being too quick witted with anything ‘out of the ordinary’.

Recently, there have been these evening phone calls since last week from the ‘fire fighters’ to my parents’ home number, which has always been unlisted. Each time I answer their phone calls they would ask if there is a lady of the house. I would tell them, ‘I am sorry but they are no available at the moment. Is there a message I could take?’

Of course the prior telemarketers would say their thanks, goodbyes and hang up. However, this particular caller, ‘Jeff’, went further by stating the purpose of his phone call. At least I know there is some sort of activity involving money. Why do people bother us with such trifle sources of ‘evil’ (if you don’t mind my general usage of this word)?

Why do these people think my parents have money? Are you people confusing them from me? Besides, they have fixed incomes, which is typical for some older and retired folks. They are quite wary of any callers they do not recognize and would not go further than necessary.

Speaking of fixed income, our local church has these volunteers who hover around my parents at the establishment or at the McDonald’s restaurant after mass in the hopes of obtaining more donations. Once again, these people are probably assuming my parents have all the money in the world to be ‘nice’.

Being nice is great for those in the most need, who do not usually ask out right but have others speaking on anyone’s behalf. Today, while waiting in the Mazda sedan and sweltering in the driver’s seat under the heat of the afternoon sun, a homeless man asked me for a dollar, which I did not have.

Ever since I ‘left the company’ last month, I do not withdraw cash for fear of having nothing left. I shook my head at the elder man with salt and pepper hair and said, ‘Sorry’. As he walked away, he laid down in front of the building where we originally saw him as we parked our vehicle.

Then I ranted out the driver’s window at him (or anyone within hearing distance) saying, ‘They took everything I had! Don’t ask me again!’ I am such a foolish brat when my dark side rears its ugly head. I noticed he walked away with a ‘walkman’ device with two earplugs. He probably heard everything I said but had the windshield cover protecting the dash and hiding my face of rage. Good!

But out of pity and guilt, I thought I should withdraw some cash from the local ATM machine located inside a liquor store where I purchased my lottery ticket for Wednesday night’s drawing. I never win anything and being alive to tell my stories via this blog site is luck enough.

I went out to see if I could purchase at least a sandwich for the guy after seeing him slurping away at a large drink. After seeing him spit out the liquid, I decided not to be ‘nice’. People spitting in disgust towards the soil of Mother Earth (or in his case the cement) is already disgusting in my books. I mentally spat at him, too.

If you think he is mental, my observations of walkers and joggings in the evening wearing these listening devices make me suspicious of their activities. I have not seen their activity in and around my neighborhood until recently. These ‘ordinary’ people, including the church goers and homeless, make great perpetrators as well.

Other great ‘perps’ are the many organizations or groups that would like to have some nice sponsors or donors for various endeavors. An investor with buckteeth from many years ago has told me to be careful. That truth is noted already based on my personal experiences over the years.

So where do people in the most need get the assistance or help? Surely the fires that rage on and about us in various forms, such as wars and crimes, have been created for the purposes of those willing to put out the fires of opposition with whatever money may be available on hand.

Unfortunately, some hands are tied like mine and being locked down is no fun when there are those who really need to be protected or supported in any way possible for putting out the fires that seem to burn those victims, who do not always seem to deserve these scars of a lifetime.

By the way, the firefighters should not get too disappointed for putting out all the fires that may come their way. Some fires are elementals and letting them do their jobs, such as burning away excess undergrowth for fertile lands, is better for some of us. Fire is cleansing and putting out their healing efforts is ill advised.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

Today is 07-07-07 and there nothing but the surprising gray clouds upon waking this morning. The coldness is felt with all the open windows upstairs as I view the tree branches swaying gentle to the cold winds from my computer station. Opening the windows refresh the stale air left over from air conditioning due to the warmer weathers starting on July 4^th, 2007, which was an extremely hot day for me.

Since my system loves colder climate, I do not mind gray days or rainy days too. Rain is always good for any living organism dependant on water. Today’s cold weather reminds me of having coldness in my feet and hands. Sometimes butterflies are felt in my stomach area. These sympathetic warnings from my system were not recognized and probably have not been heeded or understood as to why I received these messages by me.

I would sometimes get these responses while chatting, especially with this person seven years ago and to this date. These responses may be taken as a bad sign from years ago and for good reasons. My purpose while chatting was to meet friends after putting out a personal ad via Yahoo! since 1998. I was not aware that Yahoo! is crawling with all sorts of characters who are truly sincere as marriage material or casual daters out for a fling or business minded entities, who want nothing more than money, basically.

My original tick was an investor of all sorts. He claimed to be in the poverty status and did have dreams of being a billionaire. My family did not approve and based on their opinions the relationship did not last. His connections with his network lead him to me and I was found to be a good friend. Over the course of the years, I did more research on him, his friends and his associates and discovered so many circumstantial evidences that are better left to the Almighty to judge.

I wonder what has happened to this person. The last time I remember was seeing him was with a new dark blue Subaru sedan a few months after I stopped chatting with him around October 2000. I wonder how he got that new car for being ‘poor’ and not working full-time. Moreover, I wonder how people could afford to go online, subscribe to a service provider and pay the electricity that powers the compute without some sort of income.

I assume his networking gang continues to watch my home and stalks me without my knowledge. There are other groups keeping an eye on me as well. I know this for a fact because an old boyfriend from Sacramento, CA has visited me unexpectedly and inquired on my dating status. This surprise visit by this tall dark one was during the months of constant and annoying visits by the chatter to my home.

He remembered my parents were very nice to him and how they invited him over to eat dinners at our home several time. He would always eat more than his share each time. One time he had more spareribs on this plate than the four of us could eat. I believe his huge appetite came from his Samoan ancestry. His accent, like his father, is thick with islander. Although he is slimly built, his physique looks more like German with buckteeth too.

Despite his very hyper and talkative nature in person, I saved most of the chatting sessions from this particular person in this manner; while other chatters are sporadic in nature. Some were from work but mostly done at home where saving archives was done easier. There is probably good reason why I felt that saving archives of chatting sessions was important for this person. I hope Yahoo! keeps some sort of archive on their servers for future references, just in case.

Below is a snapshot towards the end of my very first chatting session with this person. This particular word document file was retrieved from one of my many Yahoo! Messenger Archives was originally modified on Saturday, August 12, 2000, 10:30:54 AM. I have replaced my Yahoo! ID with ‘Her’ and his Yahoo! ID with ‘Him’. ‘Her’ is colored in bold black. ‘Him’ is colored in bold blue. The nature of any chatting is very, very boring and not worth basing a relationship upon until meeting anyone in person.

You will notice how quick he was to claim our friendship and his pet name of ‘love’ to me during this acquaintance level. Amazing!

Her: okay i’m logging off now.
Him:  do you think you’ll like me?
Her: my brain is sleepy.
Him:  bye, love and see you tomorrow ok?
Her: i don’t know if a picture can paint a thousand word i would want to be the first to know.
Him:  sure we can meet tomorrow and talk in person ok?
Her: don’tknow: why not?
Him:  we can  meet and have some fun together,
Him:  maybe go to a park
Him:  go see a movie
Him:  anything you like love
Her: just page me tomorrow!
Him:  sure, love
Him:  what time is good for you?
Her: pager after twevle
Him:  yes, love I will
Him:  what you llike to do tomorrow, we can do it
Her: i won’t state anything on this chat session at this moment.
Him:  why love?
Him:  we are friends
Her: goodnite!
Her: good morning!
Him:  yes,  love good everything

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.