My Lesson On Moses and the Burning Bush or God, the Master Salesman

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Followers and Foundlings,

I am attempting to use my phone to write this to you! This is a big difference to me and I hope I can make it work.  Some of it on the phone, some on the laptop and some on the desktop.  Instead of writing in Word first, then pasting into the blog, I will write the blog first and save it as a Word document later.  * Edit/Add: I started this a couple of weeks ago and am just now finishing it.  It is longer than my usual offerings, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. *

As you may or may not know, I love Sunday School. I haven’t been telling you all about it any more than I have anything else. I was really pleased with the outcome of this lesson and the prep for it, though.  The curriculum sometimes calls for a broad telling of a story and this was one of those times.  Last week’s lesson was the story of Pharaoh’s daughter and Moses being raised by his own mother.  This week Continue reading

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Rotten Wretched Book Wreckers

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Family, Followers and Foundlings,

“I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.” – C.S. Lewis

As some of you may or may not know, there are some books I read over and over, again and again, every few years.  Have Spacesuit Will Travel by Robert Heinlein and all 6 books of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy trilogy for fun and on a more serious note, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.  I try to read the Bible through every year and this year I might make it twice.  That’s the only one I make it a point to read every year.  The others, along with many more, I pick up when I feel like it every few years.  Many of the Louis L’Amour books I have read several times, too.  Even though I can sometimes remember favorite scenes or endings, I re-read them anyway. Continue reading

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Four Weeks Later

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Family, Followers and Foundlings,

I wonder if there is a proper etiquette for dealing with someone who has had a miraculous healing? The Pharisees and religious leaders in Jesus’ time didn’t seem to think so.  When you read in the Bible, John chapter 9, the whole thing is really amazing, from Jesus spitting to the Pharisees kicking the man out of the synagogue.

Is it like that when someone who has been in church for many years comes up several days later and says, “So, how are you doing?  Are you still doing okay?”  Continue reading

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Healing Miracle

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Family and anyone out there that is left,

I will dispense with all preliminary apologies and promises regarding the consistency of my blogging and lack thereof and tell you a thing that happened.  Your best bet is to subscribe to the e-mail notification if you don’t want to miss anything.

As you may or may not recall, our church has hosted a national youth conference every year called Heritage. Miracles have happened here before (see the entry entitled Strange But True for one detailed account) but this is a notable one, too.

Tabitha got healed. (If you have to ask, “Of what?” then you should probably read some of the entries before this to catch up.)

At the Friday night service last week (7/22/16) we heard a message by Bro. Nathan Dudley called, Let My People Go.  He started out with a text and title from Exodus 8:1

“And the LORD spake unto Moses, Go unto Pharaoh, and say unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Let my people go, that they may serve me.”
(Exo 8:1)

Saying that God does not want his people to be in bondage to anything. He went on and basically preached about deliverance. If you have never heard real, old-time Pentecostal preaching, you should treat yourself and visit a Oneness Apostolic church. You can also tune in to our services via the web at http://csfpc.com/ during regular service times when we are streaming or listen to past sermons on the downloads page. There really is no way to describe it other than by actually experiencing it for yourself.

Our building’s official capacity is around a thousand, but for this event we put chairs in the aisles and pews along the side walls and set up a speaker system in the foyer and seat people there as well. Youth groups and ministers and people who love preaching come from all over the country to attend this meeting.  Another scripture he used was Luke 4:18-19.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.
(Luk 4:18-19)

Jesus came to do all this and more. Much more. So, what happened?

Well, when I talked to her afterward, she said that for several weeks prior she had been trying to simplify her life and get rid of the distractions that held her back spiritually. She knew that by the time the Heritage conference was going to start that she was going to experience a big change. Something was going to happen, but she was thinking more along the lines of a spiritual breakthrough than anything else. She had accepted that she had this sickness in her body and knew that God could and would heal her when it was His time.
When the part of the service we refer to as the “Altar Call” came, the preacher had all of the ministers who were in attendance, well over 50 in all, line up at the front, facing the crowd of over 1,200 people. The preacher asked for anyone who needed deliverance or healing or a miracle to come and stand in front of the preachers, their own pastor if possible, and get prayed for. The front of the room was immediately crammed with praying young people.

We normally have the young men pray on one side of the room and the young ladies on the other. It just helps maintain the propriety (If you’ve never been to a true Apostolic, Pentecostal prayer meeting you may not understand this. Sorry.). There was no way she was getting through that crowd on two crutches. Not necessarily because no one wanted to let her pass but they were unaware of her presence.

But she wanted to. She knew that she needed to be prayed for and that the one she wanted to pray for her was her own pastor, Pastor Burgess. Of course we understand that the power of God is not limited to one man but there is also a Biblical principal of submitting to authority and a reading of the Bible will show that every time someone submitted their will to God and a man appointed and anointed by Him, good things happened. In our local assembly the only people who are allowed to lay hands on someone’s head and pray are the ministers that are recognized by the pastor and the bishop. Other assemblies may do things differently but that is how we do it.

Getting to where the pastor was at was the problem. Way over on the other side of the church on “the guys’ side.” She knew she would never be able to make it by herself so she asked a nearby sister that she knew and trusted to help her do it. They took a deep breath and began the slow, but determined to be inexorable, process together. This sister told me later that the whole time she kept imagining the woman in the Mark chapter 5 who had been sick for 12 years but pressed her way through the thronging multitude to just be able to touch the hem of Jesus’ garment. As they got closer on the men’s side they got the eye of one of our local ministers, a strong man from the islands with a deep, booming voice and no-nonsense attitude, who helped them. He began to, er, “gently nudge” people out of the way and helped make a path for them to get to our pastor.

When they got to him, she handed the sister her crutch and he laid his hand on her head and prayed and when he said, “…by faith in Jesus name!” she “cut loose” worshipping.

Here again, if you have never experienced the power of the baptism of the Spirit you may not understand, but if you read the story of King David bringing the Ark of the Covenant home in 2 Samuel 6 you will see David dancing before the Lord with all his might.

“And it was so, that when they that bare the ark of the LORD had gone six paces, he sacrificed oxen and fatlings. And David danced before the LORD with all his might; and David was girded with a linen ephod.(2Sa 6:13-14)”

This is not some quiet, choreographed, tippy-toe dance, but is the power of a human being coming face-to-face with the almighty creator of the universe and realizing the significance of such a thing.

All this was going on and I didn’t see it. Grandson Douglas and I were trying to get up close to pray when through the crowd came Tabitha, walking straight as you please and her friend behind carrying her crutch. We hugged and prayed and wept and she kept on walking. And still is. The weakness on her right side is completely gone, along with the pain and loss of balance. She used to wobble and spin and start to fall at random in what her nieces and nephews called “The Tadda Dance.” The “Jesus Dance” fixed that. She has her energy back and is able to drive again.

Here is a picture of Pastor Burgess rejoicing and waving the crutches in the air.

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Remember, the Good Book says,

And Jesus went with him; and much people followed him, and thronged him. And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years, And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse, When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment. For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole. And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague. And Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes? And his disciples said unto him, Thou seest the multitude thronging thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me? And he looked round about to see her that had done this thing. But the woman fearing and trembling, knowing what was done in her, came and fell down before him, and told him all the truth. And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.(Mar 5:24-34)

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Grand Baby News

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes and Family,

Well, this has been an eventful month so far.  I have a new grandbaby, number five for those of you keeping score at home, named Levi and almost lost both him and his mom, my youngest daughter, in the process.  You won’t see his full name here or any pictures because daughter doesn’t want him all over the internet and especially all over social media, but he is a cutie.  Her placenta pulled away from her uterus and she almost bled to death and he almost choked on her blood.  If it wasn’t for Gerson speeding through red lights and a fast-acting nurse (one for sure.  Some were in shock, never having seen that much blood and not knowing what to do.) and a doctor who kept his cool and maintained order and calm in the operating room all would have gone differently.  The doctor told them later that normally at least one of them dies, the mom or the baby and it is a miracle that both survived.  The baby had ingested and breathed in enough blood to fill his lungs and belly but he survived because the nurse got a bunch of mom’s blood out of his lungs.

She got out of the hospital but baby is still in for a bit, although he is doing better every day and is expected to recover completely.  They were finding mom’s blood in his stool for several days after and his numbers need to stabilize.

So, we just flew in from central Indiana, and boy, are our arms tired.  Yes, we had to fly out immediately and if you have never flown from Denver to Chicago to Indianapolis with two disabled people, let me tell you it was an adventure in itself.  I do have to give credit to the American Airlines staff and the staff at all of the airports we dealt with except Denver, they were as helpful as they could be.  Our pastor was an incredible help as well.

What all this means is that the real Christmas present we got, which was grand, was a new baby and a live daughter.

As The Good Book says, “But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children;”

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The Villain

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Family and Nature Lovers,

We have seen the enemy and he is (insert your favorite dramatic, minor chord, played when the villain slams open the bat-wing saloon doors and takes aim at the good guy wearing the white hat and drinking a glass of milk here.) a super-villain called The Spirochete!

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Yes folks, this is a photo of the bad guy.  His Super-Villain name is The Spirochete alias Borrelia Burgdorferi.  This is the bacteria that causes Lyme Disease.  Actually, I think it would be more analogous to a Sci-Fi Horror flick than a Western, though.

One of the many odd things about this bacterium is its shape.  It has a corkscrew shape and is pointy on each end.  The end also has a sharp hook on it.  It moves along by spinning in a counter-clockwise direction to propel itself.  The end with the hook hits a cell and the corkscrew shape digs into healthy cells and either wraps itself around a healthy cell, doing the cellular equivalent of a strangle hold or bores through a healthy cell.  It is also unusual because it does its dirty work without the emission of any toxins and does not generally travel through the blood making it difficult to detect.  It is also one of the only germs that do not feed on iron, but on Manganese.

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Another amazingly insidious feature of this germ is its adaptability.  It has 132 working genes, compared to the germ that causes Syphilis, which is also a spirochete and has some similar properties, at 22 working genes.  This helps them adapt to a wider variety of tissue types and also allows them to adapt to dormancy, meaning they can hide for years in all sorts of tissue.  It can swim in high or low viscosity environments and it can attack and adapt to several areas at the same time.  All the while passing its knowledge on via genetic code to the next generation.

Not only that, but they are also gram negative, which means they are not as susceptible to antibiotics.  Given their high adaptability this means it can be very difficult to fight them.  Frankly I found the explanations of the differences between gram negative and gram positive bacteria somewhat overwhelming but I did learn that gram positive bacteria, like Staph and Strep are easier to battle with antibiotics than gram negatives are.  Other gram negatives include E. Coli and Salmonella.

According to the CDC:

“Gram-negative bacteria cause infections including pneumonia, bloodstream infections, wound or surgical site infections, and meningitis in healthcare settings. Gram-negative bacteria are resistant to multiple drugs and are increasingly resistant to most available antibiotics. These bacteria have built-in abilities to find new ways to be resistant and can pass along genetic materials that allow other bacteria to become drug-resistant as well.”

So, after all of that, I found this from http://www.metapathogen.com/borrelia/:

“In addition to its complex genetic makeup, B. burgdorferi engages in so-called “stealth pathology” to evade the host’s immune response. Stealth pathology involves following strategies: (1) suppression of host immune system; (2) mutagenesis (possible occurrence of antibiotic resistant mutants); (3) life stage switching (dormant cysts and actively reproducing and disseminating bacteria); (4) variable antigen production; (5) physical seclusion (colonization of poorly vascularized tissues); (6) secreted factors (enable dissemination by helping bacteria to adhere to cells and pierce the cell walls).”

When I read the mutagenesis thing I thought of that 50’s movies where the scientists are experimenting with radioactivity and the ants mutate into giants.  The life stage switching would be like the pods in Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  But then I changed my mind and decided that really, with its multiple genes adapting and changing as it replicated and passed on new information to the next generation, I wonder if it isn’t more like the Michael Crichton book, The Andromeda Strain.  That book, like much of Crichton’s work, was pretty scary when it came out in 1969 and we didn’t really know what was out there.  The Spirochete is pretty scary, too.

So, how does this low-life malefactor even get in to do his filthy business?  He has an accomplice aiding and abetting him.  A good-for-nothing miscreant commonly known as the Blacklegged Tick.  To be fair, this blackguard probably doesn’t even know what it is doing.  When it hatches from its egg as a larva it climbs to the edge of a blade of grass or low-lying leaf and waits for the opportunity to attack some unsuspecting passerby, like a mouse, and bites it.  The tick’s saliva, which has an anesthetic in it, is put on the victim’s skin so the bite is painless.  It then sticks a barbed feeding tube into the bite and sucks blood from the animal.  It is during this process when the germ is passed from host to host.  Mice are referred to as “reservoirs of B. burgdorferi.”  (Yet another reason to hate the vile little vermin.  I hates meeses to pieces!)  It is likely that the larva get it from the mice.  When he has fed enough and is bloated on the blood of his victim he then drops off and grows into a nymph.  Then climbs up again, perhaps a little higher on a plant, closer to humans and repeats the process.  The tick nymph is incredibly small and since the bite is painless it is easy to see how it can be overlooked.  The bite can sometimes, 35% of cases, produce a weird looking rash that is shaped like a ring.

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When I was growing up in Wisconsin my Grandma would check us kids over when we came in from playing in the tall grass and woods but I think that nymph would have escaped detection, depending on where it was located at.  If we had a tick stuck on us, usually our arms, Grandpa would take a match and touch where the head would be and it would back out.  They don’t recommend this method any more.

Now, just as other criminals have come and gone, getting caught by the good guys, B. burgdorferi has an enemy.  Now that we have found out who and what he is and where his hideouts are, we can look at ways to catch him out and gun him down like Bonnie and Clyde.  He is not the unbeatable hidden foe he thought he was.  He may have started out as a Moriarty but he will wind up more like John Dillinger.

We are going to attack this villainous dastard and his gang right where he lives and we will do it by high, long-term doses of antibiotics, a total of four so far, which are all designed to work on a different area.  Along with a regimen of supplements, probiotics, diet and exercise.  This has (and will for the time being) exacerbated the symptoms so she has to take more pills for the symptoms, twenty-nine pills a day in total.  For example, exercising muscle tissue will likely wake up the ne’er-do-wells hiding there, burrowed into the cells.  She was hit by foul ball a couple of years ago which may have stirred all of these guys up to begin with.   They have to come out and fight.  The problem is that this kind of close-quarters fighting is tiring and has been generating more fatigue, more tics, twitches, tremors and muscle spasms and more balance issues.  The more she sticks to her regimen, the tougher it will be for a while.  She may soon have to get a port for self-administering intravenous antibiotics.

Now, rather than try to explain what antibiotics are and how they work (I had kind of a vague idea before) One of the best articles I found while doing the research for this entry was at:  http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/content/microbiome/antibiotics/  If you want to read, in plain English, about the basic different types of antibiotics and how they work, I suggest this article.  It was surprisingly easy to read yet very informative.

But, the upshot of this has been having a diagnosis.  Knowing the enemy and where he lay.  We knew that the way she was treated by the other doctors before, being told that her problem was all in her head or that a young person like you can’t have all of these problems or the really bizarre one, that a neurologist in Denver told her, you just need a boyfriend.  It is not all in her head; it is not a conversion disorder caused by some trauma or stress that she is suppressing.

Finally, of course, we know we are blessed to know the Great Physician, who has given unto men a portion of His wisdom and understanding, but who is ultimately in control.  He knows the revelation of knowledge he has given to the doctors and he has his own reasons and timing.  Most people don’t realize it, but there is no record that while Job was alive he ever knew or found out what was going on and why he was suffering.  Even when God healed him and rewarded him, He never told him what it was all about.  Same with many other examples, the man at the Gate Beautiful in Acts 3 for example, how many times had Jesus walked by him?  We believe in Divine Healing and we believe in good doctors who have something wise to say or some knowledge they will use.  One of the ways I have always heard it taught was that when God heals you, the medicine you are taking for your problem will have an adverse effect and you will have to go to the doctor to find out why you are having the new problems only to discover that you don’t have that condition any longer.  While this is a good, solid, common-sense teaching, I think that daughter will know and everyone who knows her or interacts with her will know, because she won’t have severe body pain, severe joint pain or twitching and jerking and losing her balance and spinning around and almost falling.  She will know, long before her doctor tells her, that she no longer needs to take eleven prescriptions and nine supplements for a total of twenty-nine pills a day.  And that will be a good day.

Remember, The Good Book says, “…A certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years, And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse…”
And, “a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any…”

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Fixing Consistency With Butter And Salt

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes and Family,

Consistency.  That is the key word that I need to focus on.  I need to produce content here on my blog and while I (think I) have the ingredients all together in one place, just like any other recipe they must be mixed in the right amounts at the right times.  There are some recipes that require you to “fold in” an ingredient, like chocolate chip cookies (Which are, just so you know, an acceptable donation to this author.  Unless they have nuts.  Then you can keep them all to yourself.).  You mix everything up, the dry stuff, like the flour, the baking soda and salt in one bowl.  Beat the sugar and brown sugar and butter (Real butter, please. God created cows, man created margarine.  Yellow vegetable oil is all margarine is and putting it in your cookies is just icky.) and vanilla together, then mix in the eggs one at a time.  Add the flour mixture, then, when everything is the right consistency, the last(best) thing you add are the chocolate chips.  Do not add nuts.  Never add nuts.  Herb is nuts enough, maybe?

Sometimes writing is like chocolate chip cookies, really splendid when they come out hot and gooey from the oven and you kind of burn your tongue on them and cool your mouth with an ice cold glass of (whole) milk.  They are good when they have just slightly cooled, with a nice hot cup of coffee or another cold glass of milk or an ice-cold Coca-Cola.  When they are cooled sufficiently you can store them in a cookie jar if there are any left.  And to keep them from getting hard you put a slice of white bread in the jar along with them.  As I tell the grandkids, “Yummy to da tummy!”

Sometimes writing is like brussels sprouts.  Stinky, icky, nasty little cabbages that I feel confident were created by the devil, but, nonetheless, are much improved with butter and salt.

I also don’t want to have a piece of toast without evenly spread butter.  They mock me because I have to spread the butter evenly onto every inch, every corner, of the toast but I don’t care, I know what’s good.  If for some kind of unknown reason you don’t have bacon or bacon grease you should fry my eggs, over medium, thanks, with butter.  Fried eggs with buttered toast, bacon and a tall, cold glass of milk.  Ooooohhh…Yeah!

Popcorn without enough butter and salt is just styrofoam.

Now, another thing you can do is affect the consistency of a lot of recipes by altering the butter content.  Add more butter, take out some butter, you get different results.  But one thing is certain; you have to have enough butter.

Herb, are you leading up to a point with all this or are you just trying to milk this analogy for all you can?

Okay, okay.  The point is that you can have so many good things with butter.  And you can write so many good things if you sit your butt, er, in the chair with consistency and just write.

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Bear Lee There – Again

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Family and Nature Lovers,

My question for you all today is, where does a 300+ pound bear and her cub go to eat? Anywhere they want to. Including my trash can.

We live in a sort of suburban area called Stratmoor Hills in Colorado Springs, which is not exactly the wilderness or anything, but there are a couple of nice greenbelt type of areas and the water company owns a small strip of land with some trees on it. Reported in the neighborhood at different times have been a mountain lion, bobcats, a lynk and over the last few years in our own backyard we have had a herd of deer, raccoons, a fox, a hawk, bunnies (which some of these guys find quite tasty) and now, apparently, bears.

About 15 minutes ago we had a big old mama bear and her cub in the driveway. I heard a noise like something heavy being moved and went outside. There they were by the trashcan they had just knocked over. I hollered and they ran a little ways into the neighbor’s driveway and turned around and watched me pick up the can and all the stuff. I didn’t stay out there since she just stopped and turned and watched like that. About 20 minutes later they came back and knocked the same can over. I let them be, discretion being the better part of valor. The sow was probably 300 pounds I would guess and the cub was probably 100. I wish I could have gotten a picture but they didn’t want to wait and that was okay with me.

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Broken Paradigm

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes and Family,

Sometimes things are not always what you think they will be.  I think we all have our little prejudices and preconceived ideas about things.  Here’s one example.

I was on the way to pick up Margaret from work and I pulled up at the stoplight next to a Smart Car.  It was a convertible and the driver’s music was blaring out of it.  Honestly, I didn’t know what I would have thought, but it just struck me as humorous that out of it came Country Western music. And not the modern, electronic, even rap-infused kind but old-fashioned, twangin’ tears-in-my-ears-from-lyin’-on-my-bed-on-my-back-cryin’-over-you kind.

I suppose the next ’67 Chevy Pickup I see will have New Age Classical coming out of it.

Oh well, as the good book says, “Just take them old records off the shelf…”

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Daughter’s Diagnosis

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes and Family,

Well, the diagnosis is in and it is Lyme Disease.  The good thing is that now we know what we are fighting.  It is something tangible, to fight.  A known enemy.  Another good thing (I use the term “good thing” a bit tongue-in-cheek because this hasn’t been good, but it is all relative to the alternatives) is that it is treatable.  The doctor says that she doesn’t think the disease in the chronic stage that some people deal with, as in the video, but will still require a hard-hitting, long-term regimen of antibiotics, but so far they think this can be taken care of with oral medicine and not require a PICC line or peripherally inserted central catheter. The thing that struck me as slightly humorous about antibiotics, to be genteel about it, is that you need to offset some of their effects with Pro-Biotics.

Earlier in the year my daughter was asked by her doctor to make a list of things that happened to her. She just typed out things as they happened and did not try to make it pretty or correct.  I have her permission to post her raw notes here, to help educate people about what she has been going through. This doesn’t tell of the indignities that she has suffered at the hands of physicians and neurologists who have told her every kind of thing, from she’s working too hard to she needs a boyfriend to basically she is a nut-job, this is just a telling of one week or so.

A couple of additional items not listed below is that since the first of the year her right sided weakness has gotten so bad that she can no longer drive.  She can’t put enough pressure on the brake pedal to make it work and she has been in and out of the hospital a couple of times.  Here are her notes, please, again, remember that these are just raw notes, off-the-cuff and not an example of her usual spelling and writing.

Tab’s Week

Thursday, 01/15/15

Woke up at 9:20, was up to go to the bathroom 3 times. Drank too much tea. Pain is an 8. If it can hurt, it hurt.

I could cry, lost my balance 3 times getting out of bed.  Drank coffee on the couch with my cat. Paid bills.

10:00 weight 139 got dressed. near fall. made my bed, brushed my hair

10:30 took 4 ibu and 2 tyl just want to go back to bed

11:00 coffee & a bar for beakfast. well i cut coupons. lost my balance. pain is now at a 6 still, in pain but dont feel like crying

12:00 drove dad to work. read email. almost fell in the bathroom. my pain is at a 4, i feel achy

12:30 loaded the dish washer, lost balance once

1:30grocery list, more coupons, figured out dinner. lost balance twice. ate hot pocket for lunch.

2:00 took my gabibetion, cleaned off table, back to a 6 pain level

2:45 drove mom to work, waiting for ot @ 4:45

home from ot. i am tired. i dont even know where to rate my pain. dogs got in the trash and all i want to do about it is cry. 6:00 tried to clean up trash, got stuck on the floor had a very hard time geting up. had to pick up a prescription then pick up mom. took ibu and tyl at 5:00. not sure if it’s done anything. i am probably in too much pain to drive.

6:30 picked up my mom and picked up my ID from ashley.

8:20 dropped off prescription. did a little shopping in a wheelchair with mom, picked up meds and drove to get dad. took a tramadol pain leavel 7ish

10:30 got home put away grocerys took my meds took ibu and tyl went to bed

Friday, 01/16/15

woke up at 10:30 due to barking dogs.

11:00 took ibu and tyl. took dad to work. went grocery shopping.

12:30 got home, put away groceries, made chicken nuuggets for lunch. pain is some were bettween a 4&5.

i was half asleep half awake until 1:00am

i was itchy from tramadol got up and took some benadryl.

fell asleep about 2:00 when i got up pain was a 2. got a cup of coffee, took a shower, prayed, got dressed. pain now at a 6

2:00 took gabipention, filled out leap, did mom hair.

3:00 dropped mom off at work, picked up the kids. pain is a 5

4:00 cleaned off the counters read comics

5:30 made dinner, read bible, started to clean off the table. ate dinner, took ibu and tyl at 5. pain at a 6. played on tablet for 20 mins

6:30 picked up mom from work

7:00 took tramadol the ibu annd tyl did nothing. i dont know how to rate this pain, my whole right side hurts so bad i dont want to use it. my head, eye, neck, shoulder, back, arm, hip, leg, it all hurts. tremor started to act up. the rest of my body hurts aslo just not quite so bad. it hurts to lay down. it hurts to sit. it hurts to stand.

8:30 ice hurt, heat did not help. considered going to the ER but they never do anything, especially on a friday night. face is startinng to itch and am extremely thirsty and very sensitive to touch. 9:30 read comics, going to bed, took benadryl.

1/19/2015

went to sleep about 11:00 pm. went to the bathroom twice.

5:00am woke up in a lot of pain. took ibu and tyl. read comics, went back to sleep around 6:30.

9:00am woke up but went back to sleep until 10:30.

weight 138.8 had coffee and cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast.

11:00am took ibu and tyl, pain is at a 7. made my bed.

12:00pm finally  got dressed. I sill hurt. all I want to do is lay down. straightened my room.

12:30pm made quesadilla for lunch, laid on my bed and read.

1:30 took tramadol. tried  to get something done but I hurt too much. i get up with doing something in mind and end up leaning against something staring into outer space until I give up and lay back down. I don’t want to knit or crochet, my hands hurt.

7:30 took ibu and tyl

8:00 took tramadol my joints hurt so bad

went to prayer ate chicken taco for dinner

lost my balance 5 times today

I have done nothing today. took Benadryl and melatonin.

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how many time is it ok to lose my balance? i lose my balance at very least 3 time a day, some days it’s more then i can count. i can’t pick up something in the middle of the floor, i cant stand back up without losing my balance. i dont do u turns. i dont know if my balance has gotten any better or if i have learned to pay attention to my balance. my parants dont want me to go anywhere by myself because of my balance. the PTY told me that the more i practiced walking the better my balance would get. i dont think that it has.

i have a bad tremor 3 to 4 days a week some times its just my right arm, others it my right leg, sometimes it feels like my whole right side including my head or neck and the past couple weeks my left arm

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7:45am dad woke me up to take him to work. i was up 3 times last night. i took ibu and tyl around 3am. it took me a few mins to get out of bed. pain at an 8. had a hard time getting to my clothes so just put on what i could reach. got a cup of coffee took a second cup of coffee and fruit snack while he drove to work. had to go to sams for 2 things

10:30am cleaned off a counter in the kitchen. i have lost my balance too many times to count already today. pain is now at a 4

12:30pm talked on the phone with my fried for 10 mins. talked with mom for half an hour. made lunch. ready for a nap.

2:20pm had a cup of coffee, took mom to her office. not feeling too bad. pain is at a 3.

4:00pm took mom to work. got a flat tire, called my brother-in-law to change it. had to move the tire to get the jack out. was just going to get it in place and needed help up. pain at a 7.

5:50pm went to the yarn store where my friend works. I figured if I had an hour to wait to pickup everyone from work I could be distracted by a friend until I could take some meds. I’m not sure If I can focus enough to drive when I take tramadol but I may have been in too much pain to drive. anyways, picked up the kids at 5:30, then mom, then dad.

6:45pm took tramadol changed my clothes and rode with a friend to variety night at church. really don’t know why I went. tremor in my arm has been going all day, then at the church my leg started. I felt really zoned out and became over-stimulated by the games. got home, took a shower to relax and calm down and am going to play on the computer for awhile.

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