Date:   4/26/2009 12:33:10 PM ( 15 y ago)
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I was so angry I was spittin' nails last night. I emailed Uny about 4 times I think (bless her heart) telling her what was going on. She shot back a fairly short and blunt response telling me I needed to let the anger OUT instead of squelching it all the time. We both think harboring toxic emotions is a part of what is "eating me" physically.

Last night I went into "survivor" mode, as if I was fighting for my very life (well, with an "incurable" disease, you are). I've been conditioned all my life not to show anger- you know, "be angry but sin not." So here I was, trying to keep the lid on the pressure cooker. I took a hot bath, but I couldn't settle down. I ended up taking 6 droppers of St. John's Wort and 12 droppers of Nerve Sedative throughout the evening and I still couldn't sleep till about 2 AM.

The little testimony is that when I got out of the tub, I didn't even think about it. Usually it is quite a trick to get out of the tub. On some days I'm so weak that I have to roll out of the tub on to the floor, crawl over to the toilet, and slowly, with great effort, pull myself back to standing by draping over the toilet, getting my legs up under me, pushing my arms up, and then using the tank of the toilet to get all the way up. Last night I almost sprang out of the tub and was standing on the mat in about 5 seconds.

I'm as mad as a redneck cowgirl today. Somebody kicked a fire ant hill in me yesterday that I don't think I knew was there. I'm a heck of a lot stronger than I thought I was.

Michael and the warfare angels? Keep 'em coming! Thank you, all of you, so very much.

With gratitude,

Wings



There are NO incurable diseases, y'all. None.
 

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