Good morning.
*Please forgive the grammatical errors. This blog was written over the course of two weeks.
The past two weeks has been centered around fixing my right foot.
Of all the years hiking up hills, mountain, rocky terrain, it was a small rock the size of an acorn in the middle of the street as I was crossing it that twisted my foot out from under me. Unbelievable. My ankle went, "See ya!" Luckily I was only ten minutes from the house and the swelling had not started yet. I was able to hobble back to the house. That was on May 17th. I knew my ankle wasn't broken (thank goodness) because I could walk on it enough to get back to my room. I laid up in bed with my foot on a pillow and stayed there for five days. On the fifth day it seemed my foot was okay, a little sore, but okay enough to walk on it and so I went on a small hike on flat land, got some great landscape shots, and came back to the room. A few hours off my foot later, my ankle swelled up again, not as bad as it had originally but bad enough that it laid me up for another two days. I bought a cane off Amazon and let me tell you there is so much to learn regarding how to walking with a cane! It's my right ankle that has the sprain and so according to the good doctors on youtube, I'm supposed to hold the cane with my left hand and use the cane with every step taken with my injured right foot ("together"). Left foot, right foot with cane in left hand "together". Left foot, right foot with cane in left hand "together". Left foot, right foot with cane in left hand "together". It's harder then it sounds. Yesterday I saw a guy stepping with his left foot and using the cane in his left hand together - because that's what feels natural to do but it's not what all the docs on youtube tell you to do. Problem with the cane is, I'm short. Even on the shortest setting the cane is still too tall for me to use. I stayed off my foot for a few more days which was fine since I managed to catch a cold anyway, and then I got on my foot again for a couple of days, and now, a day later, my foot is in unbelievable pain again. Not just my foot though, also the tendon above the heel, and the inside ankle as well. I bought a boot to wear that I can also walk in, or so the instruction says, which arrives Saturday. I twisted my ankle twelve days ago and I think I'm actually in worse shape than I was when it happened. Then again, I'm old, and you know how it is, everything is connected to everything else, it's not just my ankle anymore.
Where I'm currently staying, it's a 20 minute walk to the local metro station which is what I was doing when I sprained my ankle. I've been ubering around town since and getting delivery for dinner which I'm not a fan of. I looked up spaghetti on Ubereats and Home Depot popped up. I wish I was joking. Still, I have (most of) my health, I'm not (currently) in a war torn country, and for now I am able to still take care of myself. I'm grateful.
I learned today that I've been taking one of my prescriptions against pharmacy recommendation. It's one of my prescriptions I 've been taking since my stroke in 2021. I downloaded my pharmacy app, checked on my prescriptions and saw in the instructions I'm supposed to take this med in the mornings. I've been taking it before I go to bed ever since it was prescribed to me, because that's what the neurologist who prescribed it told me to do on account of one of the side effects for this particular med is leg pain. The pharmacy however advises taking it in the mornings. Who do you listen to, the neurologist or the pharmacy?
Hypothetical question - what's wrong with this country?
People who voted for that inflatable orange tube taco are now "shocked" they're being deported, "shocked" they were used for votes, "shocked" his administration is cutting funding for education, cancer research, school lunches, what little healthcare, foreign and domestic aid against war and famine, and they're "shocked" the inflatable orange tube taco has thrown the constitution in the trash, all while this administration claims to be devout Christians. Spoiler alert, none of them are Christians.
If there's one thing the American 1% love getting behind it's wealthy people fighting and complaining about high tariffs. *cough*Walmart*cough* I shop there because it's close to me and the prices are still cheaper than traditional grocery stores. I recently bought groceries online at a known grocery store chain, four items, $65 before tip. Four items! Chicken, mixed nuts, 1 20oz can of pineapple, and low fat yellow corn tortillas. $65 before tip. I try not complaining. I live in luxury compared to hundreds of thousands (millions?) of people around the world - but how utterly sad is that because I also live a life of poverty so what does that make them? Living an impoverished and chaste life gives me absolute clarity which is why religious/spiritual people do it, but none so clear as those suffering around the world in ruins because of old man greed and hatred - old men whose lives didn't turn out the way they wanted so they make other people suffer just to feel strong. It's pathetic.
Back in 1995 $65 would have bought my groceries for at least two weeks, not just three days. It's greed. Pure greed. This White House claiming to be Christian, is a lie. A flat out lie. They'll have to square that with God one day - and/or with true faith followers. It doesn't take religion to make a person kind and decent. It takes being kind and decent. I will always maintain, be a Christian, don't be a Christian, still a (somewhat) free country. It doesn't take knowing the ten commandments to be a good person, it takes following them. There's only ten! And while the commandments are associated with Christianity, if this White House bothered to read what those ten commandments are, they would realize they're just common sense things to live a simpler healthier life for the betterment of you and society - instead they live maybe two out of ten commandments - strong maybe.
This White House is not Christian. They're just pretending to be Christians because they think they're part of "team Pope" like when a football team wins, the entire state thinks they had a hand in winning the game. Sure, the support is great but you're not the ones running the ball making touchdowns.
I'm an old broody tragic romantic. I read Shakespeare, watch Jane Eyre flicks, my favorite Biblical passage is, "For in much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow" and because of this I was not prepared to see jumbotrons at the Vatican square (sigh). Jumbotrons. The Vatican, a wealth of history, art, and architecture... and... jumbotrons. I'm surprised there weren't teenagers playing XBOX on them.
JD Vance is playing pretend Catholic dress up again, and did he really just shake hands with Voldymyr Zelenskyy for a camera op like he didn't 6th grade bully Zelenskyy in the White House with that useless orange dongleberry not long ago - criticizing Zelenskyy even for not wearing a suit. Vance truly thinks he's going to be head of the Republican/MAGA ticket in 2028. Not for the MAGA party, dear. Not with that wife of yours. The good ol' gals will never accept her in their country club. And then he posed for another photo op shaking hands with Pope Leo XIV. Good grief.
The press can make a big deal news story about Pope Leo XIV hosting a mass in Chicago on the same day as Trump-o's 100M dollar hit parade to himself as the Pope trying to "upstage" Trump-o, but in reality it's more likely the Pope wants to draw Christians and Catholics back into the church. It's not so much an "upstaging" as it is using the situation to benefit his cause like the young priests do on Youtube. I grew up in church from the time I was seven years old until I was about seventeen years old, approx ten years, at least one to two times a week, and as an adult I am not a fan of sitting in church. Anytime Mass lasts longer than 40 minutes I get super twitchy. I'm not a total claustrophobic but I prefer live streaming service rather than going in person now that that's an option. Of all the places I have to force myself to go to so I remember how to be among other people, church is not a good place to steady my social anxiety. At least if I ever lose my cool on a train or a bus, not that I have (but the day's not over yet!), it's still kind of expected as a passenger. It's public transit after all, otherwise known as where homeless people go to use the bathroom. Sit on a bus seat at your own risk.
The medical boot for my foot arrives today, thankfully. After walking about for three days this week, the moment I got off it last night (sigh) my foot ached and swelled... again.
I'm curious, if President TACO pardons P. Diddy Combs, because Combs has a net worth of 400M dollars according to AI, which you know President TACO wants to get his greasy hands on, will he also pardon Ghislaine Maxwell, too? AI says her net worth is only 10-15M dollars comparatively speaking to Combs so maybe that's not enough money for President TACO to pardon her.
Of course TACO pardoned Julie and Todd Chrisley, they're convicted swindlers, tax evaders, and white. Birds of a feather flock together. Those who live comfortably in Hellfire and Brimstone will raise their houses to the ground and set the world on fire.
Last week there was an adorable little white dog running through the neighborhood. I tried catching it in hopes of finding a dog tag. The doggie finally ran into a yard and stayed there. I guessed that's where the dog lived. About two days later I walked past it's lifeless body in the middle of the street. The poor dog had been shot. Someone used the dog for target practice.
Tell me, how do you smile and laugh in this day and age? How?
How do you smile and laugh knowing there is all this war, bloodshed, starvation, fear, corruption, cruelty, abuse, and hatred. How can you laugh?
For in much wisdom is much grief
And he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
--Ecclesiastes 1:18
There has to be more to life than this. I believe it. I have to. It's the only way to continue surviving in all this chaos, madness, and sheer utter stupidity. I believe there will be a reckoning. I believe true Christians and Catholics will make certain of it. Even as a child growing up in a broken home created by a woman's mental madness, I believed even then there was more to life than this. I know Christ, and Christ knows me. I encourage Christians to read more Bible and to find shelter with Christ/God.
Your humble messenger,
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
--John 3:16
God bless us all.
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