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@lynzing
I’m still in self quarantine.
My symptoms are not worse but not better either. I am very restless and it’s difficult to breathe when laying down. I have myself propped up, as much as I can be. I do not have a fever which is good. I do however have a very persistent cough. I feel like I’m trying to break loose something but nothing is coming up. My head is still throbbing and my sinuses are full. I cancelled my appointment for my wound care, I doubt they would even let me in the building right now. I did refill my inhaler which I’ve already used today. 😐 I don’t want to jump the gun to quick but if I keep thinking the worse, the anxiety in my mind will create symptoms. I will remind sheltered down in my home and pray this sickness I have will soon pass.
Symptoms
Today I am not feeling well. The last week, I’ve had a horrible migraine. I thought it was connected to my blood pressure since it’s been all over the place. Today I woke up with a cough and sneeze and runny nose. I am hoping this is connected to allergies. I do not have a fever. I’ve been staying on top of that. My husband and parents are paranoid about me contracting the covid-19. I am still going to the hospital twice a week for my leg wound care. Although, I usually come home right after the appointment. Since I have so many health issues, this virus would love my body as it’s host. My immune system is compromised. I think the anxiety the media is causing about the virus is actually scaring the public. Especially, my family. I’m just worried about my mother. She’s sickly. I will keep a record of how the next few days turn out. I will say an extra prayer tonight for those who are fighting this virus.
y’all I am having a very bad night. I have some people messaging me today and I promise I’m not upset at anyone, my pain is unmanageable tonight. When this happens I shut down. I’m sorry I’m a rollercoaster when it comes to coping with chronic illnesses. I’m trying. I guess I’m writing this post to document how I’m getting through this bullship. Maybe someone who deals with chronic health and chronic pain will read this and can understand where I’m coming from.
I didn’t make it to the doctors today. and in my current physical state, against my family’s advice, I made the decision not to risk the ice and fall risk I decided to skip therapy/wound cleaning today. 🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ most of you know, but the new friends and followers I have, I have lymphedema on my left side. Chronic vein disease and insufficiency. I am often in a wheel chair because of my leg and (something I don’t make public that often) is my vein disease effects my heart. I do not get the right blood supply back to my heart and i get very weak and faint. Hasn’t happened in awhile but it happens. (Knocks on wood.) I have a leg pump that helps recycle the blood flow back up to my heart since I can get up and go run a mile. But I have a 6 inch wound on the front of my leg that prevents me from pumping because of the pain. (You have something squeezing the hell out of your wound for an hour and come back and judge me. ITS TORTURE!) so I smoke cannabis to help with the pain and well I guess tonight’s just not my night. I don’t get pain medicine from the doctor Bc the pain clinic refused me Bc I told the doctors I smoke cannabis. And the doctors documented that. ☹️🤦🏻♀️ So nowwwwww I have “marijuana abuse” on my records... (greeeeeat...) anddd you guessed it! the pain clinic didn’t even give me a chance. 😒🙄 #labeledasdruggie so whatever, I’ll do what I gotta do. I understand they are like that Bc so many ppl abuse the system.. So now I’m in the process of becoming a legal patient! Got the doctors paper work and recommendation. I gotta save for the cost but it’s groovy. 2020 will be a better year. I just gotta hold out. 🤞🏻
so back to the leg bullship.. I’ve recently been sent to a heart and vein surgeon to address the issue. There are several surgeries we’ve already done that have all failed. 2017 was a hard year.. we’ve done the sclerotherapy and the thermal ablation. (Thermal ablation hurts like a mofo! There’s video of that around here somewhere.) We’ve also done the vein repairs and the cut and tie one... crap what’s it called.. 🧐(..googling..) ligation. So this new doctor does the transplant and bypass that they are looking to see if I’m a candidate for that.
🥱 phew! 😅 take a drink, rub your eyes.. take a break.. that was a long summary, I know...
🍿 🥤 y’all good now? Shall I continue? 🤓
so here is where it comes into why I want to document this.
I always get asked, “how are you doing?” And I always generalized.. “I’m alright, yourself?” And in reality.. I’m rocking myself back and forth, ugly crying as I take a unwilling ride on the tidal wave 🌊 of pain. It starts off by slowly creeping, building up to become massive aching to the bone, then boom 💥 lightning 🌩 bolt of pain, fire and intense throbbing for a few, then coming down as my leg slowly falls and the throbbing begins to fade out. Over and over again. How am I doing? Today I’m not ok but tomorrow is another day.
it’s easy to talk about my illnesses, and what they are, definition wise, but to relay what it does to me beyond physically and what this does to me mentally ... is a challenge. It’s a constant war I fight with myself. I’m sure most are thinking “oh it’s this girl whining about her health again.” When it’s far more complicated than that.
I’ve tried to talk with god lately and be more mindful of the blessings I have in my life. I’m trying to stop my whining about things and be grateful for what positive things and show recognition and appreciation. But holy hell im struggling today. 😖 I’m only human. So forgive me if some of y’all think I’m whining. I’m just hurting.. I love you all and I appreciate you checking on me (Dani Brown Laurie Marrone especially y’all. I love you) 😖😔 ...
Sigh...
It’ll be ok lyn... tomorrow will be a better day.
(If you deal with chronic pain or illnesses or have dealt with bad wounds or something, reach out? I know I’m not alone. Despite how it feels sometimes.)
I replaced my phone and lost access to this account. While laying in bed I had a random sequence of numbers pop in my head and I finally figured out what it was connected to! This account.
Hey! It’s been awhile and I’ve lost pretty much all my followers but hey that’s ok. If you’re reading this, welcome or welcome back to my blog. This is my safe haven. I will start back up writing and I hope you stay around. Majority of my blog will be about my health and everything going on physically and mentally.
Test results
April 17th 2018, I received a text from my mom regarding her test results.
“Test results:
This is all i know for now.
There is no cancer in the bone marrow. The cancer on the pleura is Stage 1 cancer on both lungs and only on the top of both sides. Will discuss treatment options at my next appointment.
While i was there they also did a bone loss test. The right femur has 32% bone loss, left femur 42% bone loss, back has overall 49% bone loss. They broke it down to L this n L that but too much to type.
My scoliosis has worsened quite a bit. Will discuss treatment with Primary when i see him.”
*breathe*
It’s better than we thought. Stage 1. This is beatable. I’m believe we can come together as a family and help her strive through this. She’s very stressed. Understandable to say the least. She goes back in for a treatment plan on Thursday.
I love you mom. You fight, I fight. We got this!
One word
Cancer .. 😔
Cancer...
No matter how many times I say that ugly, revolting word, I cringe. That single word holds so much overwhelming emotions, I don’t know where to begin. You are ultimately tested to the fullest. Mind, body and soul. It’ll test your faith, your self power. The wear and tear in your body.... -sigh- This word tears her apart. The most amazing woman I know, so strong, brave and ultimately, a little warrior. My best friend, my rock, my mother.
My mom has been battling cancer for nearly a decade. It started with breast cancer. She had a double mastectomy. She went through rigorous therapy. It ultimately took a huge toll on her body, soul and mind. Soon the cancer appeared in different spots. Stomach, colon and now her pleural cavity, in both lungs. I’ve done some research on this diagnosis. I just found out about this on April 7th (2018). I won’t bore you all with a lot of medical stuff, but the best explanation is from this website I stumbled across.
According to surgery.usc.edu - “The cancer cells of many types can gain entry into the pleural cavity, and many times cause the accumulation of fluid known as a pleural effusion. This is due to cancer cells plugging the microscopic drainage sites in the pleural lining where the body can normally absorb fluid. It is also due to the direct secretion of fluid by the cancer cells themselves. As the fluid accumulates, it pushes the lung and collapses it, causing shortness of breath or chest discomfort.”
My mom has been experiencing a lot of these symptoms which resulted in her contacting her doctor. Upon X-rays and blood work, they found black spots on her pleural cavity in both lungs. Thankfully, she thinks this was caught in the last four months, as there were no indication in her last round of tests. One thing we know for sure, the cancer has not penetrated the lungs. She will receive therapy once she gets set up with the right medical team to help her fight through this. I’ve encouraged her to quit smoking and so has my brother. This is so new of a diagnosis that we don’t know much more. What the near future holds for her. I am the hope she needs. I recently talked with my older brother. He and I are same page as for our part in this. The reality seems to be sinking more and more as I write this. My mind is tired. I’ve cried so much today. Selfishly, yes. But also the sickening fact that my mom will be hurting and suffering so much. Fuck! Especially if she goes through active chemo. I wish I was a cancer doctor, or at least understand this more. She was on oral cancer medication which I think slowed down the progress.
Ive been without sleep for so long now, I must go rest.
I love you woo
Jealousy
Something I’m far to familiar with. But! This has to do with friendship and not myself this time.
I have a very small circle of friends. I usually never expand out of that circle, so this was uncharacteristic of myself. Where do I begin? *Sigh* okay.. so, I have a viewer. He’s very sweet, kind and so caring. He has supported my live-streaming in more ways than one. Him and his twin brother would often come game and chat with me when they had an opportunity. We all have a very nice platonic friendship that just really meshes well together.
I started to play a new game (to me) Call Of Duty: WW2. He’s been teaching me the ropes to the game since I haven’t played a cod game before. Well, not seriously that is. I played zombies and that’s about it. I never went online to face other players because Im SO novice. The only friend that I had that played the game, didn’t like the online aspect of the game. He called it “campers of duty”. Pretty accurate if you ask me. I very much enjoy the fast pace and competitiveness of the game. After we played a few rounds, I knew I was getting addicted to it. I saw my self progress each time. I was ranking higher and higher as the hours went by. I was actually feeling somewhat confident that I had a chance to pulling this off live. We began conversing about our live-streaming channels and I asked him if he would be interested in joining my admin/mod crew for my channel. He excitedly accepted. So, he doesn’t have any active social medias. We exchanged phone numbers so we could plan our gaming sessions and live-streaming accordingly. We began to hang out for the last three to four days, secluding ourselves from the world. Totally gaming. Straight up grinding the game and learning for my streaming. I hate going live in a game that I have no idea what I’m doing. So I usually practice it before going public with it. Anyways, him and I just - BOOM! 💥 connected and had so much fun and laughter and really... really enjoyed ourselves. So much so my husband would tell me to keep it down. 🤫
In the process of enjoying my new friends company, I didn’t realize I was neglecting my other friends. They are upset that I want to hang with someone else rather than them. I am not sure how to handle this? My friend and I are so close and I never meant to upset him. I’ve told him this. But anytime he’s not invited or there with me... he gets jealous. He says he hates being left out. For the last two years or so, he has been my right hand man for everything i did. Life, work, projects and supported me every step of the way. But it seems now when I’m with someone else, he get quiet and reserved and just.. lurks in the party chat and listens to everyone but doesn’t socialize. He does have social anxiety which I always take in account for but he’s never like that with me, unless he’s tired or upset. I feel so bad and conflicted. I want to spend some time with my new friend ...solo, so he and I can talk about the streams and gaming and him teaching me and me teaching him about streaming. I mean for heavens sake, he spent 30mins teachig me how to cook a dang grenade in the game. 😂 3 seconds ppl... it takes 3 seconds to cook it. (“Cooking the grenade” means holding the trigger down for an immediate explosion. That way the other team doesn’t pick up the grenade and throw it back.) Also another thing that really bothers me is when he joins and has to wait. And I feel pressured to hurry up and not have him wait. He waits long enough for me as it is. #smokebreaks
I think my best plan of action is to approach him and be honest. But how honest? I don’t want to hurt him. He’s going to think it’s him. That he’s doing something that makes me not want to hang out with him. But that’s not at all. I want to concentrate with my new friend and learn. But I don’t think he believes me or understands that. 😔
Blocked out
I met an internet friend early 2017. Her and I really hit it off. She was my smoking partner and just a cool chick I could talk to. She and I had so much in common. Health problems, mental issues we both had to sort out. Family and troubled past. She was like an internet best friend. I didn’t talk to some people for awhile while I was really sick with the flu. I had some deep depression at the time too. A mix that I didn’t have the strength to work through while sick. I talked to her a week before and she was doing good. Then without any warning or explanation. She just straight up dropped my ass. Unfriended in every platform and haven’t said shit to me. What the fuck? What went wrong all a sudden? Now I know most of you that are reading saying “who cares move on.” I do care. I do care for her as a friend. Her well being, happiness and her health. I pray for her at night still. Someday I will figure out what happened.
One door closes, another one opens. In the process of me trying to make sure she’s ok and everything I texted the wrong number and met someone random. I guess I have a personality that people cling to and we immediately clicked.
I miss her. I miss her smile. She was my ganja sista. She was a friend that was an older sister influence. We always told eachother that we loved eachother and talk soon after every video call. I guess I cared.. more
Another Universe Stepping Stone
If something happens by mishap or by chance, do you ignore it or do you embrace it? What if you texted the wrong number and the person on the other side is someone that was meant to influence your life? If a random conversation strikes up, do you continue to talk?
It seems like in my life that more “by chances” are happening. Maybe my path in the universe is shifting and I’m be corrected on the right path? Why does something so powerful speak to your soul? Something in your body. In your brain. In the fibers and muscles of your being is telling you to take the chance. Meet someone knew. Make a new friendship. Take a leap of faith and listen openly. They’ve obviously been introduced into my life for some reason. If it doesn’t matter to the universe it would of been avoided at some point.
I constantly tell myself to guard myself in my white light and receive openly. Do not judge, do not hate. Love unconditionally.
they say home is where the heart is, but my home is with you.
R.D.
I just want to sleep! 💤
My mind is my worst enemy. She’s manipulative, overwhelming loud, chaotic and cynical, paranoid.She tells me the things I wish I didn’t hear. She secludes me in my own prison. Capturing me in her tightly spun web. Sometimes I feel out of control. As if I’m being piloted by some crazy mad woman who is on a path of destruction. I toss and turn and plead. My insecurities are often played on repeat. Juggling them getting ready for the picking of what mood will I be in today.
The 7 type of dealers I’ve dealt with.
Alright, let’s face it. If you are not in a legalized marijuana state, it’s illegal. You’ll definitely get into trouble, punished by the government, and most likely pay a shit ton of fines and jail time, if caught. So anonymity is a must. When choosing a dealer, you need to have some guidelines or limits when picking. BUT 🍑Before we get into that, let me make a point here. I know that finding a dealer in a illegal state can be difficult. Especially during the dry season. So the “slim pickings” are indeed, scarce. Let’s say, you run across someone that has some. You’ve never dealt with this dude and you guys are acquaintances. You’ll probably have some doubt in your mind at first but you’ll go through with it because your wanting relief. Often discarding your sensible guidelines. No shade throwing here man, It’s cool. It’s understandable. I’ve been there. But if your social circle is broadened, your possibilities open.
1) The chill Dealer 🙌🏻
This dude rocks! He’s the guy that will hit the blunt (most likely brings his own to smoke.) and vibe out with your homies. This angel will help you when your stuck between paychecks (if your rep is good) and may possibly try out some sample nugs. He’s trustworthy, safe and smart.
2) The Late Dealer 🤷🏻♀️
🤨 ugh! I had so many problems with this one. You get the “ok” from your dude that he’s in supply and the swap should be good. Then when it comes time... he’s late. Followed by some stupid excuse. Stick to the plan people!
3) The Skimmer Dealer 🤦🏻♀️
These guys are snakes. These guys are all about scamming or getting ahead in some way. Either profit or product. When purchasing, a gram or two will be skimmed off the top and usually excused by a “weighing error” they will say, I got you for the next time. However, we’re stoners and often forget, especially if you only buy once a month or so. Remember this; If you buy by the the gram it’s more expensive than if you were to buy a quarter. (That explanation is for another time.) Always calibrate your scale! You can use a nickel which will weigh in at 5 grams. Don’t let them fool you. If it happens more than couple of times. Ditch them.
4) The rip-off Dealer 🖕🏻
Sigh.. 🤬‼️ These... theeeeeese fuckers are the people I cannot stand. They don’t give a flying fuck about anyone but themselves. They will give you reggie and shake at kush prices. When you try to get your money back, your either left with a few choices. They will either give the money back. They will say fuck you and ghost you. (I’ll get to the 👻) or you will have to take matters into your own hands and either swallow your losses... oooorrrr 👊🏻 (remember people.. violence is not the answer. However don’t let anyone bully or play you for fool.)
5) The ghost Dealer 👻
This dude will take forever to reply. They will drop off the face of the earth. You’ll begin to wonder if they got busted or if something happened to them. Nope! They just don’t want to deal with you. Or they are not in supply and don’t give a fuck about common decency, and send a courtesy txt. Like “hey, I’m out right now. Maybe in a few weeks.” I’ve had a dude ghost me for 4 weeks! Needless to say I found a replacement after a few days. Maybe I’m just personally butt hurt about this, but these type of dealers are so unreliable. It’s like rolling the dice.
6) The code Dealer 🔡🆙
Super secret dude. This dude doesnt like to be seen very often. Doesn’t socialize and is straight to the point. It’s a drop and go. There are nicknames for everything. Fire, candle, etc. It’s all about safety and getting it done. Bonus: they don’t dick around. 👌🏻
7) The swapper Dealer ♻️
Very self explanatory. You have something they want, and you obviously want what they’re offering. So instead of cash, you swap products. This is what I like to call, supplementing. This can lead to all different outlets but use your judgement and common sense.
So with these type of dealers that you need to make a mental note of. Set up some guidelines.
Use common sense
Validate your weights
Careful over trusting someone
Separate business from friendship
Know your strains, and qualities of your product.
Ask questions, if you’re not sure what the strain is, ask. If the price has changed, ask why.
Use your instincts. That gut feeling that something isn’t right. Don’t ignore it. Everything about the underground or street deals, is ultimately illegal. You will be prosecuted and penalized.
Everyone knows someone. Don’t get personal with your dealer if you’re still unsure about them. Do what you need to do and get out of there.
Second phone. Possibly look at a cheap burner phone if you don’t want them to know your personal line.
I hope this post sheds some insight on what to look for when buying. If you some suggestions be sure to share! Stay lifted friends. 🔥
Overactive mind
I often lay in bed in the middle of the night struggling to fall asleep. Much like tonight. I’ve turned to herbal, prescription and over the counter medication to help me. I’ve recently got into guided meditation. I’m sure if I keep on it, I will get the hang of it. There are a lot of different guided meditations but YouTube has a great selcection. Spotify as well.
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6TvUMBwd7lcRSFzbsMFiXd?si=AjEX-e9aSzOzoeHXoL5KnA
30 minute Guided Sleep Mediation - https://youtu.be/e9z-Qo6r4WQ
My mind races when I’m alone with my thoughts. My thought always turn dark on me. Dark as the room I’m laying in. I constantly think of family, friends and all my fears. My morbid side of my mind often drifts into the dark places my psychiatrist is trying to heal. Pain, traumatic childhood and teen years. My rape and self destructive behavior.
I have so much grief and anger and confusion in my heart and mind, it’s nearly impossible for me to sleep soundly. There are many things in my life I’m not proud of. Things that were so out of character for me. I still have trouble accepting some of my behavior. I would be aggressive and fight, or deliberately hurt someone. Why? Because I’m hurting and projecting? I think there is some truth to that, however I think my pain feeds that behavior. Idon’t have the patience or tolerance for ignorant people and their words. I’ve been so hurt so many times I’m turning cold. I’m often made fun of. Talked about. Being called names. Even as an adult. It never ends. I thought as a child when I left school it would be ok. Oh how I was wrong. It’s Just more cut throat.
I need to learn to forgive my past and protect myself for the future. I close my eyes and I see my inner self being ripped apart. By myself. How do I stop this distructive pattern?
Here’s to a new start. 🥂
The new year has arrived and I made a ridiculous New Years resolution that I will express myself more. I am the type of person to keep it bottled up until I eventually explode. It’s like a tidal wave. 🌊 It builds higher and higher and soon it will come crashing down. Everything in the way of this crashing wave is usually everything I care about most in life. It seems like if anything is good in my life, I have a way to ruin it. The reapers touch.
So get this, my psychiatrist told me that writing would help me process my feelings and frustrations. I’ve struggled with bipolar, ptsd, extreme social anxiety and general anxiety. I’ll make another post about that at some point. I’m not one to have a journal or diary. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to. But that’s a lot of commitment that I just either forget or don’t have time for. Mainly I always lose my book. 😑I thought, what a better way to express myself and “put myself out there” than to make a blog. Lord knows, my phone is constantly in my hand. I won’t lose this thing! I can’t afford too. 😏