this blog is disabled until after May 17th when Rod may ask me to enable it again, provided he can promise to keep the talk of a painless/good/fun death out of his posts and blogs. If returned to the blog community after the 17th, delete this post first. MBA: JR with permission from Steve.
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I am grateful that each day when I awaken that it will be one less day that I will awaken as a species of animal.
IF LIFE CAN
As stated on the 10th of July, 04 I stroked, it is now May 13th, 06, almost 2 years, I am giving a condition report.
I smoked cigarettes for almost 50 years, the last cigarette I had was on the morning I stroked, 7/10/04, I remember standing on my front porch trying to roll a smoke, finally giving up and not happy about it because my hands were not working well. For years I smoked ready rolled tobacco, it contains a benzene to keep the tobacco burning and a glycerin to help keep it from dr
I stroked on July 10, 2004, on or about July 20, 2004 a friend came to the hospital with his camera, he told me later that he missed the really good photos with tubes coming out of my head and such but I was being too closely guarded. Here is a nice shot of me, I was being fed through a tube in my nose, notice my face is being held on with metal staples.
In any case this entire thing was a good life experience, I kid not.
http://www.hawleylock.com/Rod%20Hospital-K...cture%20009.jpg
I have been working as a locksmith full time, I am no longer going to my physical stroke group, it meets the first Tuesday of each month at the hospital. The last time I attended which was several months ago I passed out printouts that I had made on Medical Marijuana, that did not go over very well. The job took a lot of ink. I had the nerve as I stood before the group and exclaimed that I was an atheist. It's the same all over, 85 percent of the people are way brainwashed and must have th
These series of messages came from the locksmith forum, posted in the Non - Tech Forum, that's where we can talk about anything, work related or not. We have been doing this for a half decade or so, I forget when it started and since I had a stroke last July, I don't need to know that information. Here it is, I hope I did the editing right. - Rod
Subject: Message posted this evening, locksmith forum, secure,
Date: May 24, 2005 6:21:28 PM MST
My first message and the rep
This sure is a strange dimension that I live in, I can't really figure it out or why it exists in the first place. I would not nor do I call living on a planet that great of an experience if you want to know the truth. A friend told me that without all of these strange experience, with no experiences at all, we would have no character so in effect this life is a character generator. That explains a lot. I surely hope that it gets better.
Let's say for instance that we know for a fact
The second Tuesday stroke support group that I belong to met yesterday from 12:30 to 1:30 p.m. at the Hospital that I was a patient in for several months. This was my second stroke group meeting.
I counted 15 people who were there for the meeting, some were survivors and others were caregivers who had came to the meeting. Last month there were 12 people who came.
As I previously mentioned, everyone there looked as if they had a stroke, they said that I didn't.
Good, I feel whol
Jasmine and daughter Melody are cooking dinner this evening, bean and rice burritos with Avacado and tomato. Son Jon had picked the first tomato earlier today and there it lay on the counter next to the stove. We have 6 fairly large plants in wire baskets growing in the rear yard, the people who lived here before us had chickens, some pigs and a donkey. We are Ma and Pa Kettle types but she will deny it.
I pointed to the tomato and said, that's Jon's $150. tomato. Jasmine smiled, usual
It's kind of difficult for me to have a hard conclusion on the death penalty, it's something that my mind does not fully understand. It does not sound like a good idea on the surface but if the crime is strange enough, not only have a death penalty but we should vary our ways of execution.
For someone who was a shooter, use them as a target, use real ammo.
A rapist, cut their sex organ out and let them bleed to death in a bucket, once they go into shock, they will all of a sudden beco
Spmeone asked me: "or maybe heaven and hell ( so called) and what it was like to live in the 60's and hitchhike cross country and smoke grass and stuff like that. also, i would like your views on the death penalty."
What I found neat about the spirit of the Sixties was the willingness of total strangers inviting you into their lives on a equal level regardless of race, color or creed, we were all brother and sister and then there was the establishment, the man, that part was scary. Step ou
A friend has just asked what I thought of the following:
I would like for you to explore the meaning of the song "hotel california" in a blog, if that interests you at all. or maybe heaven and hell ( so called) and what it was like to live in the 60's and hitchhike cross country and smoke grass and stuff like that. also, i would like your views on the death penalty.
Hotel California, the Eagles, the only take I have on it is that it's a really well done song that when I hear it, I f
Here is a link to my cousins daughters page, she makes and sells candles made with Soy.
Cheers,
Rod
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NOTE: The website address was removed as per our guildelines. We do not allow links to advertising sites of this nature. Thanks for understanding. MBA: JR 4/26/05, 6:30 PM
I believe that life has the power to make miracles, that all life is connected, that all life is equal.
There is nothing that we have to cry to for a break, for something that will make everything better, I believe that we each have a hand in making what we need. We just have to believe, to know that there are no limits to life, to know that we are all connected.
Those who weep at the thought of the big bad monster, aka God, sending us to eternal punishment or allowing us to go, I h
It's not even the first day, it's not even Noon. One Billionth of Eternity is equal to its full length. You cannot divide something that does not have a end.
From a species of planetoid animal to a core of energy complete with memory banks, we evolve throughout the universe for all of eternity and it don't cost a nickel.
We each are life, life does not die, life changes, for all eternity. The possibilities are unlimited, they have to be, there are a few paradoxes but I think that l
During the year of 1984 I purchased my first computer, it was a Commie 64, I used a Sony Trinitron TV as a monitor, I used cassette tapes to load programs and I also bought a Modem. 300 BAUD.
My first messages were about what I speak of here, I caused an uproar in those early, pre-world wide web days. My first message ever over the modem was comparing god and the boogie man, both are used to scare kids, I had no idea of what type of reply I would receive. I was in for a shock, I figured
Ka ching... no, no, just kidding.
A better world, can we do it?, can we do it without violence? Can we make it fun?
I was taught to eat 3 meals each day and also drink 3 glasses of cow's milk, I was taught that I needed to eat meat, beef, pork, poultry, cheese and if I couldn't get any of that then beans.
Unfortunately that is 2 meals per day too many.
Imagine taking a tiger from its natural habitat, feed it 3 meals a day for two weeks, what do you got?
I rewrote th
I love being a human, it is so much fun, I hope that I can be a human forever and ever. Yeah humans, yea.
I've had several experiences with death sort of, in reality the stroke didn't kill me but I don't remember it either, I felt sleepy, I lay down to take a little nap, woke up 7 weeks later.
If I had not woken up I still may be alive right now, barely. Being tube fed is not a lot of fun, I don't remember it at all, I do not remember anything during that period, I did have some
Blog, blog, blog, blog, the troops are marching.javascript:emoticon(':blah_blah:')
Marching off to war,
with the X of Jesus,
Going on before.
Strangely enough both the Christian Countries who are involved in the war and the Muslim Countries have the same God, according to the Torah, the Koran and the Old Testament,
Allah, Jehovah VH1, God, Bob, they are all are the same person.javascript:emoticon(':sleazy:')
Dear God, help me kill mine enemies says the Christian, Dear Allah,
Depression is normal for every thinking person, If depression was not normal it would mean that we live in a really good world, organized, fun, exciting, logical, peaceful for all. Even our pets are depressed, in many ways they have it worse, how would you like to wear a collar, how would you like to be in a small tank swimming in old water, how would you like to be in a cage, staring into a dirty mirror at yourself year after year? Depression is normal, be happy if you are depressed, that mea
I've got to add a quick blog, ms. is going to the post office and I are driving... hee haw.
Actually I want to drive, she's tired and I have a lot of paying back, she was the caregiver and was there every day, she found strength in what she was suddenly faced with, if she had not taken me to the hospital that fateful July day, I reckon that I would not be typing this. Ain't no big thing, don't get hung up on being a little old species of animal. Today was a good day to die just as tomorro
I'll tell you where my problem lays... I don't want to be human, that goes against current human thinking. Most all humans think that being a species of animal is the right thing to do, they claim that they actually like it, to them it's the only thing to be, either be a human or be dead. D.E.A.D.
Therein lies my depression.
Being a human or another species of animal, even a vegetable, fruit, blade of grass can not be all that can be in this never ending universe. We are in a uni
Before I found StrokeNet , I found this one: http://www.medhelp.org/perl6/StrokeRehab/wwwboard.html
It is pretty much of a joke, I have posted the address to StrokeNet from time to time. The doctor who comments always says basically the same thing and it takes him many days to answer if at all, he says: Check with your neurologist. I've tried to answer questions also, I had a few hits but it's hard to really tell what's going on.
Yesterday I started a blog twice and both times I killed it, the words would not come, I don't even know if they will come now, usually it is easy to find words.
So what am I going to do?, the 12 people at my first physical stroke support meeting last Tuesday tell me that I didn't look like I had a stroke, my neighbor last night, she told me that I look better than before I had the stroke, actually I feel better too. So did my wife, I'm guessing it is because I quit smoking tobacco. I've
Interesting day for me, the heat is returning to southern Arizona, not lots of fun. I feel exactly like, why be a human?, what's the point? If being a species of animal is as far as life in the universe can go, if it's the best it can attain, kill me now, get it over with. Just to go somewhere I need to start a car, get on the road and drive, stop at traffic lights, watch out for other motorists and people afoot, go to a fuel station, pay at the pump, fill the tank, drive, go more nuts. What
