If you want to hear my voice long after I'm gone, close your eyes, feel the breeze upon your face. Listen, for I am only a whisper in the wind.
Crackle and Fuzz
Monday, April 23, 2018
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
An Open Letter To My Stepmom
This is long overdue.
I know you and I haven't always seen eye to eye. I know I acted out a lot in my younger years...and older. I can't imagine how hard it must have been to be a step parent given those situations. I'm sorry for any time I may have made you feel unappreciated or when I was just plain cruel. I'm sorry it took me so long to get my crap together. But when I did, I couldn't have been more grateful. You've shown me kindness and forgiveness over the years and I value that very much. When I was 17 and had recently gotten out of HSC, you took me to the movies. I don't remember the movie, but the memory of how good I felt stays with me to this day. Although it doesn't happen too often, I truly enjoy when we chat, whether over email, playing with Patches, or in the kitchen getting a lesson on how to use the Keurig. Thank you for displaying patience with me. I love you and I'm glad to call you my stepmom. I was always too afraid to say anything because I felt like I would upset my mom, but she knows that you are important to me... And you should know too! Happy Mother's Day!
Love,
Gayle
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Help when able
I've always been the type of person who will stop someone that I can see is clearly in pain and try to help. whether that is physical or emotional pain. I do not like seeing someone suffer. Tonight, I was standing outside of Luckys after work and a young man walked by clearly hurting. He was covered in blood and had a gash about three centimeters long on his forehead dripping in blood. I stopped him while he was walking and asked him if he was OK..before I saw what the real damage was. He said no and kept walking..clearly upset. I asked him what happened and to please stop. He was very hesitant but needed help. He knew he did. When he walked to me I saw all of the damage. I saw all of the blood that was pouring from his forehead.. there was so much of it. I had clean napkins to press his wound & was able to get his name. I alerted staff from the closed bar to attempt to get assistance. I learned about him and his family while asking questions to keep him calm while we waited for police and emt. I learned this innocent man was jumped by 4 people while he was having a drink with his twin sister. That disgusts me. That means there are four assholes that live in this town. Who would do that to someone unprovoked? All this guy cared about was that his sister was okay because he lost her in the fight as he tried to run to get away from those people. (He was able to get a hold of her with my phone and thankfully she is safe!)
It's not ok guys. If you see someone hurting and you have the ability to help, please do! Find out how you can help. This world full of shitty people but it is also full of good people. I implore you to be one of those good guys to help someone when they need it or cheer someone up when they're sad. Try to do the right thing when you see someone wronged..just because you may be strangers, doesn't mean you shouldn't help. It's a basic human right to be treated with respect. I hope that if you are ever in a tough situation, someone will do everything in their power to be there for you.
Monday, May 26, 2014
The twisted mind.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Some thoughts on electromyography
I had my EMG two autumns ago after a devastating auto accident left me with permanent nerve damage. I was told it would be uncomfortable but my doctor said because of my tattoos and being able to take needles for lab work like a champ that it wouldn't be bad. My primary doctor was a lying dick. My administering doc was awesome though. She kept the conversation light and quick witted to keep my nerves at bay. (Pun intended) During my EMG I endured more pain than the actual accident itself. At least my body was in shock after the initial injury. My mom drove me to the neurologist for the test. I found that the shocking part of the test was extremely uncomfortable but not impossible to handle. When it came time for the needle portion though I was in excruciating pain. I stayed silent and tried to be compliant but tears were streaming down my face and my body involuntarily shook and lurched forward in pain. It got so bad that my mom had to leave the room. She had been so strong for me throughout everything but couldn't take seeing me in pain anymore. It was a very challenging thing for me to face but prepared me for the pain I endure daily. From the day of the accident, over two years ago, to present day I get sharp, shooting pains down my legs that stop me from walking, standing, etc. However, without the EMG, I wouldn't have gotten the answers and treatments. My particular diagnosis is 7+ years before I become as improved as possible with life long pain and spasms. I will say though, if someone reading this is nervous about an upcoming test, it's okay. It's okay to be nervous or scared. Bring someone along who can hold your hand and stop for ice cream before bringing you home. Try bringing headphones or a good luck charm. Most importantly, try to remember that the test itself is the one hurdle you have to jump before getting the answers to need to help you out.