Is there a cricket in here? ...and other bugs I'm dealing with

My voice is coming back a little at a time.  It seems to be taking much too long for me, but I like to talk.  I’m sure my friends are enjoying the “quieter” Kim, too.  Except for those times when I talk anyhow and it’s probably really annoying [to try] to understand me.   And the more I talk, the less audible I become, so there’s that too…I suppose that’s a blessing. 
I have had to spend some time on the phone with my PCP (Primary Care Physician), which is a frustrating endeavor for me.  Before the surgery I was scolded by my doctor for calling one girl a bitch, but she was,is…there was no other word that fit the situation at the time, unfortunately.  Anyhow, get over it, and I’m the one who’s sick…(there are some really complicated deep-seated issues with my PCP, so I’ll leave this particular issue for now, and my point is that…)…well, sometimes I have to take a Xanax to calm down after dealing them. So I was a bit preoccupied at the time. My story continues…
I was on the phone with the office this morning.  I was in my kitchen and every so often I would hear a chirping noise, just like a cricket! At least, what I remember a cricket in the house sounds like:  They are very common in both California and Arizona; although I admit I don’t recall hearing many crickets while living in the South.  Anyhow, my entomologic knowledge…or lack thereof…is a little rusty, so I thought I heard a cricket, and proceeded to look for him (her? it?)  Yet to no avail.  Nor did I hear the chirping, as I stealthily mined for the enemy. Ha! A worthy opponent, I thought as I quickly snatched the can of Bengal bug spray under the sink.  With one quick and fluid motion, I shook the can, pulling the red straw from the can’s side and sliding it into the muzzle…I mean nozzle.
There was still no sign of my noisy nemesis until the next time the phone rang.  It was a friend calling and, although I kept the conversation short, as soon as I started speaking the chirping started again!
It did not take too much more for me to realize that these strange sounds were coming from me! Pretty weird. 
Or is it? 
At least I stopped looking for a cricket.  That was wearing me out.  And weirding me out. 

kmarie

facebook wastebook and Oregon’s Measure 80

Today was the first I have spent any significant time on-line since the surgery, and I started with intentions of writing a very late journal note of all this, yet another diagnosis.  I thought to let all those who prayed for me know how well I was doing, and perhaps to tell some things about the experience.  Instead, I ended up spending the last hour plus catching up on Facebook. I performed the usual, checked out new pics from family and checked in with a few friends, and that got me through the last 24 hours of Facebook postings! I quit there, cuz anything after that is so yesterday! 
Where I really got caught up was in the latest news on Hemp restoration, global sustainability and Oregon’s Measure 80.
This Initiative will “restore hemp for fuel, fiber and food and regulate marijuana for medicine and legal adult use”.  GrAS will continue to follow the progression of this initiative.
Here’s to trying again tomorrow…
kmarie

Goldfish and Soy Sauce

Monday, June 11
Wow, I can ramble on with some crap, huh?  My apologies. 
I finally got some sleep this weekend, and spent some time on Oxygen.  I woke up late this morning, feeling very good.  Insomnia is one of the more difficult symptoms to deal with, and the raging moods and insignificant minutia.  Sill, I track my loud complaints and sleepless nights, to journal this experience.
Sometimes I need to plant some seeds, but it’s not the kind of thing one can plan.  Going to look for someone who is in need for that purpose isn’t genuine, it doesn’t work that way.  It is more of a “what would you do?” type phenomenon; someone must trust me enough to ask me for help.  Then, do I have the character, the strength, the love to be there for them, as well as the insight and honesty to know if I am capable of helping them. 
From a place I would never have expected, I was asked and was able to be there.  I believe that I attracted the request because I was honestly open for it. I also believe that I received more than I gave. 
In other news, I went fishing yesterday, but didn’t catch anything.
Two weeks ago, Donna brought me an Aquarium!  We set it up, and let the water set for two entire weeks.  She brought a plant over, and made a great home for my future new pet.  Yesterday, she came to take me to get a fish for it.
I was disorganized, and it took me forever to get ready.  I was also clumsy and knocked a bottle of soy sauce on the floor.  What a mess!  Of course, Donna rushed to help me clean it up…hell, she did clean it up.  Her little 5 y/o girl was mopping, too cute.  One comedy of errs after another and we went out and ended up back at my place sans fish.  Thank you Donna, for having the patience of Job with me!  We will get a fish soon, I’m sure, and I will post a picture of it. 
More later!