Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday, July 26, 2009
It is a beautiful warm and sunny morning, with clear calm skies. Knowing that I can’t have anything solid after breakfast, I thought about having a huge brunch, but my stomach is still acting up and I can only conclude that one of my new medications is causing it. I read the possible side affects and none of them match what I am feeling, so after my endoscopy and colonoscopy, I will be starting with a “clean” system, so maybe I can figure out what is going on.
I spent some of the morning writing, while doing a load of wash, and more research on FEMA’s roll in our government. It becomes really complicated, as more and more responsibilities, or authority, is given to it through Presidential Executive Orders. All of them seem to protect us, upon first glance, and of course individually they are. The majority of the Executive Orders (EO) were signed during the cold war, when a nuclear attack was looming over our heads, so it made sense to give an agency power to continue running the country in absence of a normal government.
Now, with today’s world situations and the rapid demise of America as a republic governed by our constitution, FEMA has, with the authorization of the President, or his successor, the power to take over every aspect of our lives. It may be just the conspiracy nuts that are bring all of this up, but when you find out all of the facts, I can see why they might be concerned. If I finish my research and the paper on FEMA, I will attach it for you to review.
Well, noon came before I felt like eating, so I haven’t had anything to eat since last nights dinner. I can have clear fluids, and even broth and Jell-O, except red Jell-O, but for some reason, I didn’t think about it when I was in town, so don’t have anything but the liquids, so I have been drinking a lot of apple juice. It is odd that I have been known to go for more than 20 hours with eating anything, but because I CAN’T have it, I want it even more. Noon marked the time to swallow three laxatives and wait. Next, I get to mix and drink a half-gallon of Nu-Lytely, which sounds like some sports drink, but I’m betting it’s not.
And oh yeah, I get to drink it before going to bed! Anyone see a problem with that? But wait, that’s not the best part. I have to drink the other half-gallon 5 hours before my appointment, which means at 6:45 tomorrow morning! Anyone that knows me knows I don’t do mornings, so this is a huge one for me.
I have to be at Cowboy Harry’s at 10 O’clock for the ride to town, and Zack isn’t going to like it, but he has to stay home with Zoey for a change. I should be home by 2 or 3 O’clock at the latest, and I know he’ll be fine, but he is seldom more than a few yards from me at any given time since he was five weeks old.
Why are there so many food commercials on television today? I get to fast-forward through them, but then the program I am watching shows them . . . doing what you ask . . . cooking food. Food is all around me and I can’t have any.
By 3 PM the sky looked like my lower body was feeling, and then it too let loose with lightning all around me and the thunder shaking the entire cabin, sending Zack and Zoey into hiding. It hailed so much in a short time that it was shooting off the roof horizontally. I filmed 5 minutes of it and then the batteries started to fade. I’ll attach the video to the update and hope it is worth viewing.
I showered and played with Zack, as the storm had passed, and then fed him. It is now 6 PM and he and Zoey are taking their after dinner naps while I finish this and think about dinner. Oh wait, I can’t have any! I’ll send the updates and watch my television programs before drinking the poison and going to bed.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009
It is clear and the wind is calm this morning, with the sun shining brightly and no sign of the predicted thunderstorm. Most of the storms come in the late afternoon, so I will have to wait and see if I am surprised by one.
I have been busy making up a new card to carry that updates all of my current medications. I can never remember, little lone pronounce, most of the medication I take, even though it is far less than some of my age. Every time I visit a doctor, dentist, chiropractor or other health giver, I am asked to repeat all the medications I am on, including over the counter (OTC) drugs and supplements. Carrying a card in my wallet that lists all of them is a time saver, not to mention saving a brain cell or two.
After finishing my card, I opened the laptop and delved into my emails (25), I became wrapped up in watching some videos and researching some additional information about the supposed FEMA concentration camps for American citizens. I found some interesting information, which I will pass on as a Word attachment for those interested in educating themselves.
Revisiting the forecast of a thunderstorm, NWS was correct in their prediction. By 4 PM, it was too dark to read without having a light turned on, and by 4:40, the sky opened up and it began to water the forest. This was a noisier thunderstorm than yesterday afternoons, sending Zack upstairs to my bed of safety and Zoey coming in from outside. Yesterday’s storm only brought .04 inches of rain, and I’d be willing to bet that it was doubled in the first 2 minutes of today’s storm. The wind rushed in like a dam had burst, causing the tarps over my stored wood to pop and snap with the sound of gunfire. Thunder rolled in without any pause, but I didn’t see many flashes of the lightning. Rip Van Winkle was having a rousing game of ninepins, to say the least.
I spent the remainder of the day researching and writing until past 7 PM. I played and fed Zack, showered, finished a load of wash and then had dinner. I felt that I should have my “last supper” as enjoyable as possibly, so I fixed steak, shrimp, and a green salad, washing it down with a very good red wine. Unfortunately, I am still suffering from a mild upset stomach and couldn’t even finish the last few bites, as I was afraid I’d have it all reappear. What a waste of a really good meal.
I watched a couple of prerecorded television programs, one being a new Discovery Channel program called The Colony (Tuesday nights). It is a social experiment of what it might be like if a small group of strangers had to come together and survive in a post-apocalyptic world. It is more realistic than one might think, and shows what must be done to accomplish survival. These shows usually repeat and are often shown back-to-back, so watch for it and see what you might be up against in the event something like this happened.
It got cold enough that I had to start a fire to be comfortable, and Zack thought it was such a good idea; he laid directly in front of it and fell asleep. I finally went to bed at midnight, knowing that tomorrow, I had to start the prep for my colonoscopy on Monday.