Grays, Reptilians and Annunaki

I've been debating all day whether to write this or not and finally decided, what the hey... most people think I am crazy anyway.

What is my position on grays, Annunaki, Reptilians and the rest of the things that go bump in the night?

I have a really long association with the grays and it isn't a friendly, dating back to 1957 in Texas. My father was familiar with them and didn't want to talk about it. Mom never wanted to talk about anything but one instance I remember in Oklahoma, she was clearly involved. I am very glad they have decided to leave me alone but that may be more due to the fact the infamous mind control no longer works on me and I can break the paralysis.

I had a hard time wrapping my head around the Reptilians. I read one account where a woman saw a government leader at a lecture turn into one and was scared out of her wits. It was discounted as he has a skin disease that makes him appear to have scales. Well, I know people with that skin disease and no one has ever mistaken them for a lizard and at the distance she was purportedly sitting from him, she couldn't have told if he had the disease even with abnormal eyesight. It simply isn't that visible at a distance.

Then one morning, I bi-located. Bi-location is when you are in two locations at once and they superimpose over each other. I do this infrequently because it is very disorientating. I would prefer to mind or astral project. Anyway, I was suddenly looking at a Reptilian female walking straight at me. I am not afraid of anything. I mean that. I do not experience fear but I was scared to death. I knew I was going to die a bloody and painful death. I understand why that woman was so scared. It is in your genes. If you ever see one, you are going to be scared to death. The first thing I noticed was she didn't look like any picture or illustration of a Reptilian I have ever seen. The second thing was she wasn't built like a human. The forearms were shortened and the hands were at least 50% longer than a humans with talons. Yup, I was going to die and I began plotting how do the most damage before I went. Imagine my surprise when she walked right through me. That was when I noticed the hallway I was looking down was not my white one, but a dark gray metallic hall and I had the impression I was somewhere on the moon. It was really cold outside of where she was.

The thing is, you are not going to understand the Reptilian mind. They strictly follow orders. They have no ambition or creativity. Whatever job they are born to, they are perfectly content to stay there. They never ever think about doing anything else. They ask no questions. They are the perfect soldiers and I had the distinct impression she was several times stronger than I have ever been, perfectly capable of tearing my limbs off without breaking a sweat. She was definitely a meat eater and I felt like prey.

Now for the Annunaki, a race I have never actually met. There is just too much evidence to discount their existence. The question is whether we were designed as a slave race to mine the planet for gold.

There is no doubt we have a slave mentality. We are more herd animals than lone wolves. Independent thought and creativity is something most human have little of and the more civilized, the less we seem to want to think or create. Give us tech and we turn into vegetables. We start wanting everything the same so we don't have to think. That is a slave mentality very much like the Reptilians. This led me to conclude that it was highly possible the Annunaki created the Reptilians. If they made multiple visits here, one could have been during the age of the dinosaurs and the raptors could easily be the ancestors of the Reptilian I saw. Since they made such good little soldiers, they may have taken some home with them.

There are a few interesting inconsistencies in mythology. Although it clearly states the God(s) made man in their image, man had no problem at all telling an angel from any other human stranger. The crossbreed of a human and angel was said to be highly variable and often a monster. If you crossbreed a Persian cat and Siamese cat you still get a cat. Something's a little fishy that crossbreeding the creature you created in your image with your other relatives produces highly variable monsters and suggests the God(s) do not look like us. If we are to believe the pictures carved by the Egyptians and the Sumerians, the God(s) were pretty ugly. If we look at the pictures of the Indian God(s) we see some that are beautiful, but they are blue or black (colors we are not) and androgynous. Others appear animal like, as do some of the Egyptian deities. At least we can be sure, they had a lot of body hair.

But what about the gold thing. There is no good explanation of where gold comes from. Earth is loaded with the stuff. It really is everywhere in some quantity. The other planets show no sign of it. If it were raining from the skies, you would think it had hit the other planets, too.

I like to look at things from out of the box. Take our dependence on oil. Are we really dependent on it? There is another way to look at this. We are using oil as fast as we can pump it. Wouldn't it make sense to save some of it? Shouldn't we designate what it is used for, like our medicines and things it shouldn't be wasted on like those chemtrail flights that use thousands of gallons an hour? If it is strictly a money thing, why Frack? Fracking is only profitable the first year and the life expectancy of the area is 3 years or less. In the long run, it costs more than it produces. Why would you bother? If you step out of the box, it looks like what we are trying to do is exactly what the Middle Eastern countries have accused us of doing. We are trying to use up every drop of oil on the planet. Perhaps I can put that better. We are trying to get rid of every drop of oil on the planet.

There is a passage in an Egyptian papyrus where the king of one city is begging another king to send him some gold because the gold is so plentiful in that city it coats everything, even the buildings, people and roads. Remember all those stories of golden cities like El Dorado? These stories exist in every culture and here a king in his plea is describing just such a city. There is so much gold how can it be valuable unless it has a use we don't know about.

And then the question arises, what happened to it?

What if gold actually grows like the alchemists were always attempting? What if this seed gold takes some base metal that is everywhere and eats it, turning it into gold to the untrained eye? So, imagine you seeded the planet with this gold seed and you return a few thousand years later to harvest your crop. The first thing you discover is the earth wasn't as geostable in this backwoods as you thought it was. Venus is now a planet, we have a moon, a planet is missing and in pieces and Mars really got smacked. You have to mine the gold because it has been buried by volcanoes, earth quakes and storms.

So you set up to do just that after you create a disposable work force.

It doesn't make sense to feed and house a work force for mining over an interstellar or even planetary jump. Food, water and people take up space and space craft are not as big as the SciFi movies portray. They have to be maneuverable.

One other little thing about gold you should know is you don't just pick it up out of a cave. It has to be smelted and removed from the rock through a relatively complex process. I didn't know that either. The odds are any primitive people, like we are supposed to have been, would have gone for metals that are easier to find and use like copper or even silver. They would have left gold alone.

So what happened to all the gold? Why did it disappear? Did they arrive with huge vacuum cleaners and suck it all up? I think it is simpler than that. They struck oil and oil is poisonous to whatever grows gold. As soon as they can get rid of all the oil, the gold will start growing again even if it requires reseeding.

All they will need is a healthy, strong, young workforce for mining and I do believe if you take a careful look at how the weak, ill, disabled and elderly, even middle aged, are being phased out of work and how your current crop of humans really only has about 10 years of good health in them, although they can now breed before they reach their physical peak for hard labor (breed at 10 -12 and physical peak at 15-16) you will see it isn't a conspiracy. It's a business plan.

Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?

So you can do it cheaper......

“Oh, I can make that at home. Why should I pay you ten dollars for it?”

Those words are the bane of every crafter and artist in the universe and then we all gather later and laugh our lower posteriors off at the goober.

It is my sage opinion that craft stores should put on free craft fairs for their customers to sell things and give every one of them at least $50.00 for showing up to exhibit.

Why?

Because you can do it yourself cheaper..... sure you can.

I was musing about that last night as I cussed the company that sold me the earring kits and, as usual, managed to leave a component out of one of the kits. In this case, it was a needed green bicone crystal. Green is the hardest color to come by and I wound up substituting an expensive Swarovski crystal. Someone is getting a deal on pumpkin earrings if they look closely.

There is one important sentence in the jewelry kits; tools not included. They forgot to say; skill not included. They also forgot to mention they leave things out and it is never the cheap part of which they give you an extra one and that if you mess up, well, you now need pieces that aren't in the kit.

So............. Let's look at the real cost of a pair of earring.

First, it takes three tools to make the earrings and one of them is available for under $10.00 dollars, but you have to find El Cheapo with perfectly aligned jaws and it will last about 3 pairs that way you get to buy another El Cheapo. Eventually, if you keep making anything, you will buy the $30.00 tool that works and lasts. So for argument's sake, you just spent $30.00 on tools to make a $10.00 pair of earrings.

Now, you might be getting something made from a kit because that is the easiest way and the cheapest way to buy the parts if you don't want to make at least twenty of an item. Since your crafter buys these kits in quantity to save money, you have to have at least 4 other people who want one of these or you get to throw the kits away. Then again, you might need to make a half dozen to get one half way decent pair of earrings. Kits are notorious for having the cheapest components which means your wires and jump rings are the thickest and the hardest to manipulate which means once again, you really need skill to put them together.

How do I know? Well, there are techniques and the hardest thing to make is a loop. Yes, you read that right. I am talking about the stupid little loops that abound in everything. I finally paid $30.00 for a class because like golf and tennis, you can't learn the technique from Utube or a book. Someone needs to take your hand and wrist and guide you through the process. I know because after years, yes years, of lopsided, wrong sized loops, I almost cried when I made my first perfect one, with my teacher holding my hand every step of the way. A hundred loops later, I can make one on my own! The next fun thing to learn is crimping. I AM NOT GOING THERE!

Oh, and speaking of those free videos..... Have you ever noticed the person is selling you classes, DVD's or books, who is making them? Now why would they tell you the secret on a free Internet video if they expected to sell you something? They figure after you buy the tool, you'll spring for the DVD to learn the real trick.

Now let's consider you are going to copy the artist's design and make your own earrings. You will have at least 3 beads in the earring. They don't come by the bead. You have to buy a whole string and since we buy at gem shows, the minimum purchase is $100.00 to get beads at a minimum of $10.00 a string if they are cheap. The real mineral ones can be $50.00 string or more. Then you need ear wires, T wires, O wires, spacers and jump rings. You don't buy those one at a time even at the craft store and you are looking at $2.49 a package. Now, do you want to do the math?

Better buy that pair from the artist because there is no way you are making them as cheap as they are selling them.

And why should the craft stores give us $50.00 each just to show up with crafts? Because some fool is going to spend $100.00 trying to make the item! That fool is going to be one of you who just read this.

How do you think I got into this business?

Furry Little Time Thieves

I have had a brilliant revelation.

People who wonder why time is moving so slowly don't have cats.

I started before 6 this morning, washing dishes, getting my half a banana and a boiled egg for breakfast, none of which actually required preparation. I made a pot of fresh coffee but the machines do the work.

And...THEN...

I decided it was the perfect day to change the bed.

All I asked was 5 minutes alone with the bed to change the sheets out. The concept of 5 minutes alone is so very foreign to a cat that they thought I had lost my mind and called for Napoleon to come and calm me. Five whole minutes without cat help, who am I kidding???? That simply is not possible. I might do something interesting like find a whole salmon under the mattress. Obviously, I had completely lost my mind.

Finally, after screaming and having things dropped on me and all the pillows knocked down in the floor and discovering the stupid sheets are too small for a standard mattress with a topper I got the job done. I know I have used these sheets before but apparently, I had a lapse of memory or an attack of the shrink fairy who is normally confined to my closet and underwear drawer. I guess she is branching out or has sold a franchise for the linen closet. Times are hard all around. I will have to buy the bigger set of sheets from Costco.

When I finally plopped down on the new bed that Napoleon is luxuriating upon and opened the laptop it is 8 AM.

Where did the time go?

Ask the cats. They are Time Thieves.

How to Get Unfriended: Basic Advertising

Simple Advertising Rules:

I used to work in advertising and I was very good at my job. I took it seriously and I took seminars in advertising whenever possible. One of the things that still amazes me is how many Pagans, Wiccans and Druids have an advertising background. If we were the evangelic type, we could take over the world. However, at one seminar with the best advertising guru I ever met someone asked what he would consider the first rule of advertising.

1. If you can't write, shut up.
2. If it isn't interesting, shut up.
3. Never let the background overpower the foreground.

I might add to stick to the basic newspaper format: who, what, when, where and why. If you answer those questions be ready to answer the last one: How much? And for the love of all gods and goddess, keep it simple, stupid. The less you say, the more the person you are selling to will fill in the blanks and the better your chance of a sale because they will sell the item to themselves.

Take the woman buying the perfect little black dress. The saleswoman extolled the virtues of the dress for dancing, nightclubs, cocktail parties and how you had to have one. Unfortunately she didn't make the sale because the customer was going to a funeral. If she had stuck to the versatility, construction and durability without being specific, she would have sold the dress.

So, why am I telling you this? I have unfriended some people simply because …...well....I'll make you a $20.00 bet they can never figure out the reason. If you know me, you know I only make sucker bets. Scots hate to lose money. It is because they finally drove me berserk. Never drive a person berserk who has a collection of swords or an unfriend button.

Try to remember that when you are working on the internet and Facebook, most people have a problem with memory, not theirs: their computer's and with download speed. This is why Facebook has an album function for pictures. It also keeps people like me from screaming. If you upload too many pictures one after the other, you overload the memory in people's computers and the nasty little bug called Flashplayer suddenly breaks and every picture and graphic on the page becomes a blank except Facebook's advertising. This means people can't see what they want to see and it also slows their browsing down to a drunken snail crawl.

The main point is, your personal page is not your business page even if your business is you.

Now, on your personal page, I firmly believe you should have anything you want. Upload pictures to yin yang. On your business page, please don't. This is where you should be using the album function like it is the holy grail. Nothing is more boring than 20 pictures of people you don't know, don't care about and have no idea why they are there. If you want to stroke people's egos, put them in an album and title it X Dinner Party. That way, the rest of us are forewarned not to open that album. If you want to showcase your accomplishments, group them by event. Above all else, attach copy to your pictures more than John Doe. Nobody is interested in John Doe unless YOU make John Doe interesting. No one is interested in your event unless you make the event interesting and if you explore the Facebook albums and pictures function, you will find they have actually made it easy to turn your pictures into a story that people will read!

If you are uploading from an event, be prepared to organize those pictures later into an album. But, while you are there, you need something called a narrative. Fifteen pictures entitled 40K run is not going to endear you to anyone. However, “Here I am at the first K on the corner of out breath and cramping just passing the dead snail I was racing,” is interesting. This will keep people reading and looking at the most boring pictures in the world waiting for the story to unfold. This also means the event is not the time to learn how to text. In other words, preparation is 90% of the job.

As to other tips, hey...I'm available for speaking engagements, consultations and seminars. In other words, time is money and I need to eat, too. Always remember, time is money.

Diabetes and the ACA, how they don't mix

One Woman's Journey Through Diabetes and Obamacare

You first question might be, “why should I care?” My answer is simply that $400.00 of YOUR tax dollars are being given to an insurance company every month for me alone. Most of the recipients of ACA policies are getting subsidies because we are the population that were not insurable before Obamacare. We are the out of work, the too old or sick to work and in the states that have refused to expand Medicare. The other reason you should care is you are probably next when your nice, high paying techie job gets shipped overseas or to a Red State where they can get a tax free card and labor at a fraction of the cost they are paying you because the standard of living is so low and everyone is getting food stamps and welfare. With the portability of technology, companies can move their manufacturing, tech and offices several times a year to take advantage of willing politicians who need money for vacations, cars, low interest mortgages, credit cards, fancy dinners, clothes, etc... MEME's on TV so uneducated people vote them back into office.

My little journey began when I got my insurance card and I called my regular Ear, Nose and Throat doctor for an appointment because he was listed on the insurance web site as taking their insurance. Because my regular doctors were listed on the web site, I had signed up of the CIGNA policy through the ACA. What I did not know was there were two grades of policies, normal corporate and ACA. CIGNA was publishing their corporate list of doctors, not their ACA providers. You didn't get to see that list until after you had a card and the Federal Government had crossed their greedy little palms with gold AND you managed to practically hack their site because there is no really easy way to discover who takes your policy and who doesn't. Each doctor of their over 500 has to be individually accessed to find out if they take the ACA policy. That takes hours. Trust me, I know. I've done it.

I was actually screamed at in the doctor's office because I had an ACA policy and had to shell out $400.00 with a maybe they will pay for the tests as I was, red faced, finally shoved out the door. They never filed a claim for the tests.

At the gynecologist, I had been told they took the ACA policy. Yes, at this point I had not managed to find out from the CIGNA web site who was who so I was asking the doctors before I made an appointment. I had found a small lump on my breast as needed a mammogram. You need a prescription for one. When I got there, still half scared to death, I was told they didn't take the ACA policy but if I paid for the exam it would be $175.00. If they filed for reimbursement as an out of network provider, CIGNA would demand I pay them $250.00 for the visit. However, they would have the lab bill CIGNA and they would get paid for the PAP smear. I would have to find my own Mammogram facility that took ACA policies. Fortunately, there was one a few blocks away and now out $575.00 that I now had on a credit card, I made certain my hematologist, took ACA policies before I showed up in that office.

Much to my shock as I had been treated pretty much like last week's bad garbage, I was treated nicely there, but it was downhill from that point and this is what you really need to know.

On Friday the 13^th in June, the hematologist's office called hysterical, demanding I get to an emergency room right that moment. The lab they sent my blood to had called frantically. I had a blood sugar level of 500 and was in diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). By the time I reached the ER, my blood sugar was 650 and I was really in diabetic ketoacidosis. The ER wanted to put me in ICU because they could not stabilize me. I continue to protest as I knew the insurance wasn't covering the ICU and finally when I was out of ketoacidosis around midnight they agreed to place me in a sparsely populated ward where the nurses could check me hourly.

I have back and hip injuries from a car accident 40+ years ago and the mattress was nothing more than a foam topper normally placed on a mattress now residing on a stainless steel table in a plastic cover and to add insult to injury, was designed with multiple little spikes that the sheet settled into when left at rest. I managed to pull three straight back chairs and a couple of pillows together to sleep on. It was either that or the floor and who knows what lurked down there. I was ready to go home the next morning on Saturday and the hospital refused to release me.

It works this way. This is from the Mayo Clinic:

“Seek emergency care if:

• Your blood sugar level is consistently higher than 300 milligrams per deciliter (mg/dL), or 16.7 millimoles per liter (mmol/L)
• You have ketones in your urine and can't reach your doctor for advice
• You have multiple signs and symptoms of diabetic ketoacidosis — excessive thirst or frequent urination, nausea and vomiting, abdominal pain, shortness of breath, fruity-scented breath, confusion

Remember, untreated diabetic ketoacidosis can be fatal.”

My glucose was 650, I had no doctor and I had never been treated for diabetes. The hospital was not risking a lawsuit if I dropped dead. If I signed myself out, they could not give me medication and the doctor estimated I would be dead or in a coma within 24 hours with no medication. Thus, they found an air bed, slightly better than the old bed of nails....by-the-way I have lain on a bed of nails and it is more comfortable than the first bed....13 pillows and I was set to try another night.

In came a kid, okay maybe she was 18 or 19, to give me my dietary training which consisted of a few pages copied off her text book and “there is an app for that.” Don't exceed 15 unit of carbs a day. Okay, what is a unit? Is it a gram? Oh, there's an app for that. Just type in the restaurant's name and bagel and it will tell you. I don't eat out and I'm a vegetarian. This was not going well because I knew more about nutrition than this girl and her app. After she left, in came a doctor, who left her card and told me to come and see her as soon as I was released. Highlight that sentence because it is a scam.

Sunday, I still can not get out of the hospital so I called my husband and told him to bring my laptop as I was really getting bored. By the time he got to the hospital, I was suddenly being released. It was 4:30 PM on SUNDAY and they were phoning the insulin prescription into the pharmacy by my house. The nurse ran in to show me how to inject myself and with me protesting that the pharmacy was closed, they gave me a written prescription at 5 and asked if I was feeling well enough to walk out of the hospital and scattered like rats deserting a sinking ship. George turned to me and said, “What just happened?”

I answered, “they probably just found out the insurance company isn't going to pay.” When I am right, I am right.

We had to find an all night pharmacy. Walgreens doesn't take ACA insurance so we had to go to CVS. The original CVS that had the prescriptions phoned in to, marked them filled so the second one could not use the insurance and I had to pay $277.00 to get the bottle of Lantus from them with the promise I would get the money back. Yeah, sure....I have not only paid for that bottle but $150.00+ dollars copayment for a bottle I never got. I was too sick to argue as my glucose was no where near normal or controlled.

Monday, I got to play run to pharmacies as it turns out the pharmacy that marked the prescriptions filled, didn't even have the medicine to fill them and I had to return to the all night pharmacy across town and that is where I paid for the same medication twice while getting it once. Not only that but now it was Monday and CIGNA was balking at the bill. I had to have their meter instead of the cheap one from the hospital and close to 10% of this brand's test strips and even lances are defective. At a dollar a test strip and only being able to get exactly the number ordered for exactly the number of tests for 30 days, that leaves me without tests for 2.5 days.

Tuesday my blood sugar exceeded 200, normal is below a 100, and I called the doctor on the sheet I received from the hospital and whose card I had. The only person I could reach was the physician's assistant and she told me to come in and get a sample bottle of insulin or she would phone in a prescription for short acting insulin and I could discontinue the one pill I was taking. This bottle of pills was close to $200.00 in copayment and I had taken one of the 30. Growl....but I got two bottles of insulin and a couple of packages of needles and really important badly copied piece of paper to write my 4 times a day readings on. I should call on Friday for an appointment. Waiting at home in the mailbox was the letter from CIGNA stating they were denying the whole claim as my condition was not life threatening. Please read the quoted part from the Mayo Clinic again. This is a doctor signing the denial. The hospital appealed and on Wednesday I got a letter stating they would pay for 23 hours of observation but every item of care I received in the ER would be individually reviewed and the other 2 days of care and stay were denied. Remember here that the hospital refused to release me.

I waited until Friday and called the specialist with my little piece of nice filled out paper and I was told I really wasn't a patient and they had only given me the insulin as a courtesy to the hospital, the doctor was on vacation and to call my primary care physician and get a referral. I didn't have a primary. I just got insurance. I haven't been able to afford a doctor in three years, however, my hematologist had recommended someone and I called them.

In the mean time, I am running out of syringes because the insurance only covered a couple of bags based on 28 days of one injection a day and now I am getting 4 injections a day. Back to the pharmacy, where I have had such fantastic experiences, and I get to buy 2 bags out of pocket but not worry, my prescription of syringes was going to paid for on the 5^th of July. I show up on the 5^th of July and they deny anyone ever said that. However, at home I find the print out from the pharmacy and clearly printed is to return on the 5^th of July. By that time, I had bought another 6 bags of needles, full retail and I guess I should consider myself lucky they let me buy them.

I couldn't get a doctor's appointment until August and I frantically explained the situation to the General Practitioner's . No problem, they set me up with a physician's assistant who was very helpful the next week in showing me how to adjust the Lantus, which is a long acting form of insulin, but when it came to the pills or the short acting, they were not comfortable dealing with a new diabetic. That was easily understood. They are general practitioners, not specialists. So, I left with my referral thinking I had met all the requirements to see the specialist.

After I lost it on hold and George had to finally take over because I was almost out of insulin, he spent all afternoon finally getting the specialist's physician's assistant to phone in the substitute for Lantus CIGNA was willing to pay for and for the pills and the 2^nd insulin and more needles and you can call back in 2 months and MAYBE get an appointment. I was livid.

So I wasn't surprised when I spoke with a second doctor who suggested I go to the specialist's office and refuse to leave until I saw the doctor. As he put it, you don't have your diabetes under control and you have no way of even knowing if it is under control. You have not seen a doctor since you were released on the 15^th of June. It is the 16^th of July. You have no real training in how to take care of yourself. This doctor is never giving you an appointment because of the ACA insurance. You have to force them to see you.

Yup, I can't think of better medical care I can get than the kind you have to stage a sit in at the doctor's office to get. Perhaps holding a gun to the doctor's head would work better. Of course, she is on permanent vacation so my options would be the receptionist or maybe physician's assistant.

It works this way. To get the government money which happens to be YOUR TAXES, the insurance company has to demonstrate that they have X number of doctors in every specialty based on the population of your area. So, they sign doctors up and put them on the web site as accepting new patients. However, since the GOP/Tea Party gutted the ACA before they voted for it, there is no way to punish the anyone if no one ever bothers to see a patient and no way to actually check. I'm sure the bought doctors get something in return like free vacations/seminars in 5 star resorts in the Bahamas or Mexico, low interest loans, free samples of medications they shouldn't have if they need a boost to get through the day (remember I worked for a psychiatrist for 10 years and saw all the addicts with MD's and wondered how they got the drugs. You can't write yourself a prescription for a narcotic) and plenty of perks. Whatever they are giving them is a drop in bucket compared to what they are getting from the Federal Government in subsidies that YOU are paying for. I'm paying good chunk of change out of my pocket to the point I am considering dropping the policy and paying the fines. It may work out cheaper.

Meanwhile, these GOP/Tea Bag doctors think they are making off like bandits with no regard for how many people's deaths they cause and as a plus think they are gutting Obamacare which they have been sold a bill of goods is going to put them in the poor house where the rest of us now live. The only people making out like bandits are the insurance CEO's who will be getting billion dollar bonuses and perks this year from all the money the ACA just dumped in their pocket and they are used to killing people so no biggie on their conscience if they actually have one. Oh, don't forget the GOP/Tea Party politicians drunk on power and/or booze who will be reaping those huge campaign contributions which are again, a drop in the bucket compared to the money the insurance CEO's are getting. The politicians never could do math, anyway.
My claims are still denied and here is the treatment protocal for my diabetes just in case you think everyone including was over reacting:
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Medical Treatment

• Fluid replacement and insulin administration intravenously (IV) are the primary and most critical initial treatments for diabetic ketoacidosis. These therapies together reverse dehydration, lower blood acid levels, and restore normal sugar and electrolyte balance. Fluids must be administered wisely - not at an excessive rate or total volume due to the risk of brain swelling (cerebral edema). Potassium is typically added to IV fluids to correct total body depletion of this important electrolyte.
• Insulin must not be delayed and must be given promptly as a continuous infusion (not as a bolus - a large dose given rapidly) to stop further ketone formation and to stabilize tissue function by driving available potassium back inside the body's cells. Once blood glucose levels have fallen below 300mg/dL, glucose may be co-administered with ongoing insulin administration to avoid the development of hypoglycemia (low blood sugar).
• People diagnosed with diabetic ketoacidosis are usually admitted into the hospital for treatment and may be admitted to the intensive care unit.>

The New Pattern of my Life: Darning the Pillow

My new mornings and days.....

I'm not complaining, just adapting. It is sort of like you would decide on a new exercise routine or new job. Adjustments have to made and old habits discharged.

Habits are not a bad thing, though they get a bad reputation. Habits can have two functions depending on the type of person you are. My professor and mentor used to say there are two types of people: watch dogs and bird dogs. Watch dogs bark at everything new and retreat to their dog houses to hide if the new thing gets too close or they attack and try to kill it. Bird dogs are always out hunting for new things. You may send them out to retrieve a bird but there is no guarantee they will return with your bird or even with a bird. They just delight in bringing something new home to examine and use. Unfortunately for society, there are a thousand watch dogs to every bird dog. The actions of both dogs are based on habit it is just how they interpret and use the habit that differs. The Watch Dog uses the habit, its house, to hide from anything new. The Bird Dog uses the habit, its owner and retrieving pattern to seek out new things to learn. It works the same way with magic. At first every little thing must be coordinated and learned painstakingly and then it becomes rote and done instantly.

That was something I learned this morning to my amazement. All night I have derided the cats for tracking litter into the bed. When I got up this morning, I had the stuff attached to my leg and it was almost impossible to remove. The situation has been getting worse all weekend until this morning I thought I was in the kitty pan. In the bathroom with strong glasses on, now that I no longer have 20/20 vision due to the diabetes, I saw the pieces were strangely uniform in size and shape and prone to static electricity. This is why I couldn't get them off my leg. Now this was strange because litter is neither. I was ready to kill a cat when I discovered a few minutes later my favorite pillow, the little heart one that is the perfect size to prop my leg up at night, was bleeding microbeads due to several cat holes.

This presents a new problem as there is no way I can see to thread a needle. Then I remembered seeing a sewing kit on my nightstand when I cleaned up with what I thought were prethreaded needles. Thank you what ever hotel (It has an H on it so I am thinking Hilton) that put these in the rooms and Neutrogena for making them. (I don't make it a habit of staying at expensive hotels as I can't afford to travel any more, but back when I was working in psychiatry, I had to travel and take classes to keep my licenses up to date.) These prethreaded needles should be available in the craft store. It came with basic colors of thread, about two feet and lovely sharp needles. I set about darning the pillow which had a total of 4 holes in it.

It has been at least fifteen years since I hand darned anything. The first knot was awkward and the first stitches. Then I fell into a familiar, rote pattern. The little pillow was darned in no time without me even thinking about what I was doing. It must be the thousandth thing I have darned in my life and now it is as easy a breathing again, even with a decade break from darning.

Hence my new life will be a little hard to learn but eventually it will be a pattern, a jumping off point for the rest of my day. I awake and instead of grabbing the cup of Joe, I have to grab the test kit and test myself. Then I weigh myself and then I inject the insulin and take the pill. Then and only then can I have my infusion of coffee, now with a powdered whitener instead of the sugar laden organic milk. My PA suggests in case of a hypoglycemic attack to drink 8 ounces of milk because the sugar hits instantly and protein will carry you and maintain the sugar level for a couple of hours. All these years, I thought orange juice was the way to go but it just provides the sugar high and then you drop like a rock. I am learning.

I guess even an old Bird Dog can learn new tricks. Actually I think I am a cat because ordered to retrieve, I am more likely to give you the finger and go do what I want to......well, not any more....

One Writer's Story

Someone, whom I would truly like to have as a friend, is very upset today and ready to throw in the towel where writing is concerned today as his work was completely stolen by a radio host and read over the air with no credit, payment or anything. It must be the internet. It must be Facebook. Sorry my friends, it is neither.

I started writing pretty much from the moment I learned to read so I have a bit of experience going here. My first 'professional' offer came from a nationwide metaphysical magazine. There was not payment because back in the 70's everyone operating in this “New Age” field was on a shoestring that frequently broke. It was a themed issue and I was asked to write an article on hypnosis because I was a licensed hypnotherapist working in the medical field. I would give a little credit to the magazine theme.

When you outright steal a person's work, you really shouldn't send them a copy of it. Imagine my surprise when I found direct quotes from my article interspersed throughout the magazine as though they were written by the editor. As to my article, two rather poor paragraphs were taken out of context and printed on a tear away insert for which I was actually given credit. Since they were taken out of context, they made little sense and they actually came from a section on Biofeedback rather than hypnosis causing them to make even less sense. This was 25 years ago and there was no internet and no computers.

When I mentioned it to other people the answer was...why would the publisher and editor of a nationwide magazine steal YOUR work???

I learned that day to get payment up front and the next editor that needed a freebie got the heave ho.

Then there was the six months I spent hand typing and compiling a Tarot course. I also copyrighted it and the copyright was on the bottom of each page. Back then you had to pay money to copyright something and fill out forms. If I must say so myself, it was a masterpiece of a beginning course on Tarot. I intended to turn it into a book. I charged $50.00 for the course and it was worth it or you could pay $10.00 a class for 6 classes. My very first class, I had a retired Doctor take the course. As soon as we finished the course, he took my course, cut the copyright off the bottom, went to Office Depot and copied it. Then he began teaching it at the yoga center a couple of miles away for $5.00 making certain I would not attract any students to my course. One of my students was also a student at the yoga center and he was angry. He stormed to office with my course in hand and confronted the owner of the yoga center. It was obvious the copyright had been cut from the bottom of the pages because back then, if the paper you copied wasn't 8.5 x 11; the missing piece copied as a gray/black area.

So what was the great spiritual answer? Why would a retired, independently wealthy Doctor steal a course from a poor witch across town? He didn't need the money. He was just teaching for fun. I must have stolen his work. My student attempted to prevail with the black line across the page as proof. Finally, he came to me, disheartened, and wanted to know what to do. I suggested he attend the next class, stand up and ask the Doctor to give him a Tarot reading right then. It should be no problem if the course was in fact his. He was thrown out of the yoga center, but the point was not lost on the rest of the class. Once again, the yoga center was hoping to make money off the doctor and I was poor collateral damage, just like the editor knew I didn't have the money to sue her.

Then again, what goes around, comes around. Someone then stole the course from the Doctor and began teaching it for free at another store taking all his students. I decided never to teach Tarot again.

My friend had her entire book copied on a copier (they didn't even bother to retype it) by a company and handed out to thousands of phone psychics to read over the phone. It was, like my course, a key word Tarot book, so you could actually do a layout and just flip through the book and get a full reading. She, however, was a retired executive with lot's of money and the ability to fly to Switzerland and sue them because that is where copyright infringement cases were tried back then. She won, but they simply went out business and she got nothing.

Other friends have had their products copied or the over runs from manufacturing their products, sold on the open market. One friend found her product selling in stores for the wholesale price because when she had it manufactured in China to get the cost down, the manufacturer just made lots of extras and then sold them to stores for the same price he sold them to her. Thus everyone was selling them at the wholesale price she was trying to get. It happens to everyone who sends a product overseas for manufacture. You must make your money on the first offering because the second one finds someone undercutting your price.

So, you think is just you? Think again. You know Cannon, the big manufacturer of towels. Every once in a while something goes wrong and stuff fails quality control. It goes in the dumpster and to the dump. Well, that is what they thought was happening. It turned out their towels were being sold by the garbage men, shipped to Florida and sold in the linen outlets. They were none the wiser for over a year until I called to complain about some towels I bought that just kept bleeding on me every time I showered. If the outlet had been smart, they would have taken them back, but they left an angry customer to call the manufacturer or maybe they didn't know Canon puts a serial number on the tags. They are no longer in business.

Bottom line: I don't care what it is, it will be stolen simply because the number of hacks outnumber the number of talents. All you can hope for is a little credit because you sure aren't getting any money and if you pin your financial hope on a product, the odds are you won't be eating next month. That is reality. Even if you have the money to fight them, you are probably going to get nothing. Learn to live with it and join the club or get out of the business.

Yes, it still makes me angry and that doesn't do me a bit of good. It doesn't hurt them in least. In my old age, I have learned anger doesn't work for me. So, I don't even bother with copyrights or trademarks or patents. I figure sooner or later karma will get them.

Which leads me to the last group of thieves. They stole a product from a nice guy and even managed to win a prize and get on national TV with it. Then, they actually had to make one and demonstrate it. All the time they were doing the TV bit and were the big stars, he never said a single word because he knew the product they stole from him didn't, couldn't work. They couldn't build one from his mockup. They had to admit on national TV they had stolen the product and it didn't work. Karma is a bitch and sometimes she has puppies. And sometimes the nice guy gets the last laugh.

So dear hacks, steal away. If you actually manage to improve my product, I will steal it back. Fair is fair. And to those who steal people's artwork or writing, you might have to prove your expertise and that can become a really big problem if you have none. Not only that, but the more well known a person becomes, the more people begin to recognize their work. Every writer has a style and voice. Every painter has a brushstroke. Every photographer an angle. In the end, people will see you for exactly what you are: a thief and a hack and a really poor copy.