This is actually a dangerous practice. I can’t stand pagan fundamentalists anymore than I can deal with a Christian fundamentalist. I believe in respecting people’s boundaries, period. An old ex-friend was like the Borg many years ago, as I was an innocent 12 year old with untreated pediatric schizoaffective. I met her at diabetes camp. We both realized we had a mutual interest in science fiction that girls normally don’t have or something, so we bonded. But the thing is, I’m sure that she caused me harm by introducing me to magick when I really should have been following my parent’s rules in terms of what religion to practice that I was allowed to practice.
However, my family was odd about meditation even which I was told recently does not interfere with the Catholic faith at all. Yes, she did me much damage introducing me to metaphorical spiritual power tools. Although she did educate me on what kind of psychic I am. I just wanted her to like me, because I thought she was interesting. Excuse my echoism, a non-narcissist who does not want attention. I really was eager to please growing up.
These days I please only myself. Its okay to put you first, not to run yourself ragged trying to fix other people. That’s codependency. I have learned recently that my knee injury is a lesson in patience, and learning not to overload myself. I was going to work 2 future with intensity, however, and this is how I learned what too much was. I’ve managed to figure out what was too much, as in, what works, what matters more. I learned how to sit in small classes, with proper psychic shields. I have to undertake mental health rehab in Los Angeles, eventually, while finally understanding what is too much.
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As my life stands now, I don’t think I should participate in any group magickal settings except holidays, because I’m fragile. I might have a hernia, and the other theory is that I have an ulcer. So in which case, I’m too weak to participate in much, not even Meetup groups, and certainly not the Toastmaster group that meets at 7:00 a.m. on Wednesdays. Gee, I wish I could go to that group, if I have the energy. The heat wave made it hard for me to get much done unless it was early in the morning.
I’m too fragile right now to do much psychically, using magick, and well, to think of high priestessing period. A witch is an initiate. It’s a title that you have to earn. When you work with Deities, you think of the religious aspect of the Craft. Some people are pure magick users who want to use their magick to manifest things in their lives. In real life, magick is used for exactly that, personal gain. Witches these days are found everywhere, they follow moon cycles, and the changing seasons. Paganism is a religion and you see that witchcraft uses tools like magick. There are such things as Buddhist and Muslim witches as well.
But anyway, this hernia thing may require surgery. I’m prepared for this. My knee injury persists but is a lot better. And if any family is reading this blog, please make sure to not tell Zod because she doesn’t need to know. Not that she’s paying attention. She had to let go over excessive worry about my health problems. She will not know. The last person I want to see coming out of surgery is her. Period.
Do you believe in magick? We do. But we do not walk around pressuring people into believing what we believe in. We don’t convert people. Others come to magick independently of each other. Magick is the source of all life. It’s kind of like the Force on Star Wars. Magick is the divine spark of conception. It is a powerful energy at work in the world as a tool to overcome oppression. Magick is all about life and death because magick is an intense power that can do either/or to you. It is why my introduction to it was not gentle, causing much drama in my family.
People back then who talked me into trying it out have no business interfering with my family traditions, in particular, how they required me to be Catholic until I was 18 or at least 20. I had many mental health symptoms in church as I had severe anxiety among other things like schizoaffective. When I was a child, I was not allowed to take medication and I got picked on for having symptoms. Imagine that, getting picked on for things you cannot help. In the present, that has somewhat begun to change, as people are less inclined to pick on you for things you cannot help.
There are many times in my past where my mental illness could have killed me. Or the alternative, which meant by my own hand, as I’m a survivor of untreated mental illness. Maybe my survival is proof God exists or something, because there were many times I could have died, in particular, from untreated type 1 diabetes. Magick is what kept me alive, magick and God. God is magick, magick is God, because I strongly believe that magick is linked to the creation of ideas, as well as my survival.
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I’m not quite sure how other infusion devices work but I know there are devices out there besides those that use insulin. Insulin is only one medication amongst other kinds. Infusion is a great way to deliver insulin if only because it works. Yes, sure, it is an incision into your body, which leaves a mark or a hole, but for some reason, perfect diabetes can be accomplished by those of us who infuse because infusion gives me a great quality of life I would not have on shots. Conditions that require infusion include cancer, congestive heart failure, congestive heart failure, heart conditions, Crohn’s disease, gastrointestinal illnesses, hemophilia, immune system problems and are not limited to multiple sclerosis, or others besides rheumatoid arthritis.
Home infusion is a great alternative to having to be an inpatient to receive care. The thing is, that we diabetics have trouble going outside on a hot summer’s day. Or being in desert climates. So I’ve have pretty much decided to avoid going outside when it was 100 degrees in San Jose yesterday. I had to. In order to protect myself, I had to be very careful with how I was going to deal with the heat. Today it will be in the 90s, which is tolerable for me.
My icepack prototype will be attached to the case I’m going to buy for my pump. I’m also going to sew up a sock that I use as my cover for now. With my surplus, I need to buy a new clip for my pump. But hey, I’m making extra money copywriting. I’m going to drop by to the office to talk to them about this, at the end of next week to see if I’m still in the limit. I feel strongly I need surgery for my hernia as some of my readers know from my Facebook page.
I bought water crystals that you can put into a cloth, and stick the crystals into water. The water then expands the crystals, which can then cool medication like insulin or other types. SCORE encouraged me to look at other medications that you can infuse with in order to make my product inclusive towards medications besides insulin. If the stomach cannot take medications given orally because it will destroy the medication with acids, then the alternative is infusion therapy. A sterile catheter needs to be secure inside a vein, sure, but the thing is, infusion with insulin happens by using an infusion set. This set is inserted into the skin using body fat. Muscle hurts. Just trust someone like me who has used infusion for like 19 years, as a way of staying alive the last 19 years of my life. Infusion is the only way I drive when I do not have a hernia in my upper intestine that limits me.
Works Cited
https://blog.avella.com/what-is-infusion-therapy-what-diseases-does-it-treat
https://www.mb104.com/lnk.asp?o=14816&c=918271&a=326272&k=BCAFD5CD561961243DC826BB73B36B50&l=15695
This will eventually be an Udemy course. In high school, I was not allowed to take medication. Fortunately my behavior wasn’t super extreme in school, but I tried to get Zod to get me meds. She would claim it wasn’t necessary at the time. Many sleepless nights as a caffeine addict would say otherwise. It took me until this year to kick hot chocolate. Yesterday I had an entire Twix bar. I got up early today, like at 5:00 a.m. because I was sleepless. Yes, I cracked and had a Twix, who knows why? I got extra batteries at Rite Aid, yesterday. I also found a killer deal on Ramen, or $2.94 for a package of 6.
Ramen is the cheapest meal you can find. Salty, but good-anyway though, I should have pushed harder for medication, but I was continually told I didn’t need it. Back then I was way too embroiled with stress to see that was sabotage. I was incredibly stressed all the time, imagining I was going to die from panic attacks or heart attacks. I was prone to extreme fear. This is not true in my treated present because I feel so much better now on the medication because remembering all that pain is why I stay medication consistent in the present. I prayed long and hard to get stable, from the medication I’m on now: if my cousin is stigmatizing me as a joke by saying “Oye Loca.”
That will get turned into a t-shirt, the “Oye loco” t-shirt. Sometimes I have a sweater or a cardigan to cover myself with provided I feel too shy to engage in someone laughing at my t-shirt. The t-shirt business could take off this next year if I find the courage to buy shirts. I’m busy sitting on my extra money that I was owed. I am trying to spend within a certain income bracket though so I can save it for next month. What is going on currently with my health is that I have a hernia. It may require surgery because the symptoms are messing with my life. I have a sprained thigh, both left and right. I have a sprained right arm I need physical therapy for and tendonitis in both elbows. Fat chance my family would learn to take responsibility for bickering. See, Zod loves to bicker. I have no idea why. She might be addicted to it. But anyway, yes, I enjoy my drama free life these days.
Honey, you cannot get the pity out of your voice every time you talk to me. What the hell is that about? I’m endlessly upbeat which probably annoys people. How many times have I tried to get the point across that you need not treat me with pity. My medication gives me a nice life of making sense, sleeping at night, and being a treated schizoaffective. Yes, dare I say the word, treated. I’m treated now hun, and you can join me in hating those who have spread lies about me. Do you believe the “I have a low IQ” crap?
At least mom went back to tell my teachers the opposite after the old man was out of earshot. I guarantee you mom doesn’t know my blog exists and won’t bother reading it anymore than she didn’t go see my track meets. I really should not have been doing such intense sports as I have knee injuries. All my genetic disability of 22q does is cause pediatric onset schizophrenia which is what I have. My parents ignored the need to treat this with medication for years. All I had was caffeine, alcohol, and chamomile tea as I did my job as a functional alchy.
This is stuff you should level at them, not at me. Cut the pity party crap because as ranted about previously, not every type 1 diabetic will die young, my life is not half over because I’m 38. I need to get that hernia out of me. I feel I need surgery. Medical intuition strikes again. Yes, I have real super powers that involve bending metals. You should see my garage door knob. You want proof? Why do you think that picture exits? My abilities do eclipse my disability since I want to be the sort of psychic that works with cops. I’m out to you in more ways than one. Haha.
Newsflash: we type 1 diabetics do not die young. We can live all the way up to 80 as Mary Tyler Moore did who is my spirit guide. You see, that whole die young thing is a freakin’ stereotype. The first woman on insulin wound up having three kids, and living into old age. Her name was Elizabeth Hughes Gosset who lived up until April 21st, 1981, as the first American to respond well to diabetes treatment for type 1. She didn’t die young, as you can see because her birthday is August 19
August 19th, 1907. She had received more than 42,000 insulin shots before she died. She lived to be 73. So you see, we diabetics can live a long time.
Not everybody is supposed to die at 30 as some of my ex-friends think. Insulin does not shorten your lifespan-it prolongs it, such ignorance. Missy, I plan on being around until at least 120. It gives me enough time to get shit done. I’m not going to die. Ever. That doesn’t cross my mind, actually. Dying? That’s far from my mind despite my schizophrenia. Sure the voices say mean shit, but I block it out as I’m working on my self-esteem problems. Elizabeth even had kids, two daughters and a son. What she did die of was a heart attack, at the age of 73. She was the sort of person who hid her diabetes from people though. She destroyed any documentation she had ever had the illness.
I’m not like that. I’m more in your face about it. Because in your face is simply the way I am. Rude neighbor-who told me my life is half-over, think again. Don’t be a dumbass, dumbass. Your whole shtick about how my life is half-over because I’m 38, well, that’s crazy talk. You don’t know any better, you ignorant freak show. I’m going to be around a long time. Long enough to get my law degree at least. I don’t know if I have the stamina for medical school just yet. But I can get an MBA too. One degree at a time. I also want to study archaeology/anthropology, although this will have to wait. So don’t be a dick to me in the future because I’m not about to die. I want to do many things with my life, including run for office. Haha.
Works Cited
I need to get psychic protection tools online such as black tourmaline for the house, as black tourmaline because it absorbs the energy of other people. Blue kayanite requires no clearing the gemstone though. I also need some of that, but I’m not sure how much money I’m willing to spend. I also need a lovely Sekhmet statue to put in the house. The liquor cabinet would make a fabulous altar. This is because I have to spend a certain amount of my windfall, so I stay low-income. I have never known what its like to have money, this is the most money I have seen in my life aside from when I was working at Heller-Ehrman with Venturi Staffing Partners as this temp agency was then called.
I would like to enhance my psychic protection grids as the one in my bedroom is a tad compromised. I use citrine and black tourmaline to make sure my bedroom shields are working. I have a tiny Atlantean Crystal that works overtime because of Zod. (code word for my family). My living room needs more of a grid than it has, and I have worked on making sure that my condo is protected psychically. I have to make sure it works. My house protection is my responsibility. I have a lot books on this stuff. I’ve even designed my own grids, it’s enough so that I could write a book on this. I could make a great living writing pagan books or eBooks on many a psychic topic. I’m working on a pamphlet for my community, which talks about why I need my mediation. I’m pretty much a rapid cycling bipolar who needs medication. I’m trying to stay stable, here, and it is difficult, but well worth the effort. My house needs to protect me in more ways than one.
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