Honesty is the Best Policy, Too
I have taken the time to write this on my Facebook account tonight because I have had ENOUGH crap in my life and I wanted my friends, high school colleagues, and family know EXACTLY how I feel at this time, and let my caregiver Jackie P see what I have written, and I am entitled to my opinion on things right now, too.
This is what I wrote:
For many years, I have noticed since 2001, that politics have had a play in the division of friends and colleagues, and believe it or not, it is going to get worse. I will not get into into a political discussion or debate with anyone because we are for one side or another. I will NOT divide my friendships politically if you are in favor of one side different from mine. I have news for everyone one, I AM NOT one sided. Why? With the observation skills I have and CANNOT turn off at any time, I am not Democratic or Republican. I believe both parties have their problems and skeletons in the closet. I am a Christian woman who knows that Jesus is coming again to bring his children home. Seeing what I see, ofhearing what I hear, can be make me feel emotions, and only my close friends and family who know me well, know what triggers my emotions.
Over a month ago, earlier this year, I talked to my friend Julie M through texting, and I told her I understood more about the end times of Jesus’ second coming. With the ability of observation, I see, hear, taste, feel, and smell things that trouble me and make me feel emotional at times. My skill to observe CANNOT be turned off. I am easy to read. My spiritual beliefs have been mocked at by people that think I am too zealous or take it too far. Well, let them think it. Yes, it hurts my feelings.
So you can imagine political differences can be hurtful as well. I can say that I really hate political differences. I read my Bible and have my favorite programs and people I love to watch. I don’t have cable, just the internet and Roku TV system and a Fire TV. I read a lot of secular books—mysteries mostly, and I have binges I watch on Netflix, Hulu,Peacock, 3ABN, Freevee, and Tubi, Prime Video. I am a human being with a disability that is called CP and the past two years, it has changed, and yes, I am very stubborn and don’t like things like everyone else in the nation. I have feelings. I have had friends and family members die from illnesses and natural causes like everyone else, too. I have my share of moments I wish would not exist, and I have days I face battles I wish I didn’t face. As an observer, I am not alone, but some days my brain doesn’t see it that way! I gets frustrating then and I still face my day head on.
So please, understand…
I have had it. I needed to write this or my brain would not rest. All this political crap in commercial advertising Is getting me 🤬 and to the point that I feel my vote doesn’t even count anymore. I 😭 cry a lot these days. November is 3 months away now. Even though I do not believe the commercials, but the idea of Trump being labeled a criminal, immature, and childish, I find these commercials NOT funny. I just wish that the shows I watch DID NOT include commercials. It doesn’t make sense to me anymore.
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Mary Fox will understand this because she is my mother, and despite the years of separation and states, she knows me better than any other family member and friend except those who are close to me because I allow it and you know who you are, and one of them is Julie McCool.
My thoughts on politics is what you see here. I have included my mom and Julie M on purpose in my thoughts shared on Facebook BECAUSE they know me and Jackie P, my main caregiver, said I am entitled to my opinion.
Dialysis Update
Woohoo, the weekend has arrived and I got to dialysis today by 11:15 AM and hooked up by 11:30 AM. Instead of sitting in my normal chair #18 chair on Wednesday and today, I sat in #19 that is across the floor facing numbers 16-18 chairs. A nice change to have occasionally, so this one male patient sat in chair #18 both days and another had chair #20 next to me on the left side. Each chair is a cubicle. Privacy is still an issue, but the cubicles are bigger than what the clinic used to be like at the Henry Palmer Building. The new clinic was built over the cancer treatment center on the second floor of the sister Michael Barry building, and above the lower level and level #1 garage connected to MercyHealth hospital now. It is a nice clinic. Anyway, it is the day for treatment of the weekend, and once I leave the clinic, it is my weekend. Looking forward to it.
Dialysis did go smoothly. No alarms, except for a couple of BP readings did not cone through. I took a nap, unexpectedly to be honest with you. I dosed off and snored for a bit when I thought I was awake the entire time. Oops, lol. I thought I was on my phone writing my thoughts for two hours and forty-five minutes, but I guess not. I did fall asleep. Another OOPS, lol.
Anyway, I was out of dialysis by 2:30 PM, and I had to call You Buy We Fly a couple of times before they finally called me to let me know that Norris will be picking me within ten minutes since I am already downstairs waiting, I got downstairs before 2:30 PM and home by 2:50 PM with Jackie waiting outside for me.