Showing posts with label disabled. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disabled. Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Happy Bday to Undawnted

Happy Birthday to the author of Undawnted, DL Mullan!

Controversial but always entertaining, DL Mullan has built Undawnted from the dream of becoming an author. She has published fiction, nonfiction, and poetry in a few short years. Many of her selections are free including home and food recipes. 

Her community service does not stop there. Through her publishing house: Sonoran Dawn Studios, DL Mullan has created book and cd cover art for free. She hosts online book events and holiday parties. She lives her ideals. 

Now she needs your help. 

Disabled on a fixed income, DL Mullan could sure use donations to cover some unexpected bills that have happened. If she get enough, she may be able to repair her needed washer and dryer as well. 

Donate to her Paypal account: dlmullan@yahoo.com. All proceeds go to bills, food, and supplements (her medicine). None of your generosity is ever wasted on anything less. 

So THANK YOU in advance. 

DL Mullan truly appreciates the assistance this holiday season. Her goal is a thousand dollars. Let's see who can put her over the top!

So far DL Mullan has raised: $0.00. 

Won't you help keep the dream alive? 

On behalf of our friend, DL Mullan, Thank you so very much!


Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Confidence Game

On a social media site, I was contacted for a grant. 

I had been in the educational realm long enough that I know what a scholarship, a grant, and a scam is. The play: I would receive $150,000 for a $600 case file and delivery fee. I had to laugh at that crap. 

I am disabled. I barely have enough money for me, why would I want to gamble my security for someone else's duplicity? 

So if you are discovered by someone for a grant, well, make sure you get your money for nothing. I don't pay to play, I don't send money. I do not give out account numbers. If you are real, then you really will help out someone like me. 

No strings attached. 

I am tired of the confidence game. Or, should I say: gain? 

Have a great and wonderful day!



Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Chronic Illness and the Apathetic Sect

When people do not understand chronic, disabling illnesses, they tend to say the stupidest phrases.

"If you take a shower and exercise, you'll feel better."

That sentence is one that was thrown at me several times. If you have chronic fatigue, neither one of those suggestions are going to work very well, now are they?  So my family forced me to exercise by cooking my own food and doing chores. God forbid I was disabled by a terrible illness. I should get up and do for the household since I no longer could bring in a wage. 

That is the most irresponsible, immature attitude ever. 

I do not know how people justify this type of behavior on people who are ill. I have lived through some horrific experiences that I will not soon forget. How can I when the nightmares wake me? 

People believe that if you do not strike a person that no abuse has been committed.  That is not true. Some people believe what you have endured, you should just get over it. Stop throwing yourself a pity party. 

Yet, these same people will be upset if someone does them wrong. In cases like mine, my life was threatened and placed in danger on a continual basis. It is quite different then a perceived slight.

I may never be well and never "get over" my traumatic experiences with apathetic caregivers, but the drive to find well being will always be in my mind. For the best revenge is living well. I still have years to go before I reach that apex, but I have hope and determination to reach that goal.

What I like to do to diffuse the negative impacts of the past is to help others, educate others about how not to behave toward the chronically ill. I also like to take those emotions and dedicate them to writing, not the pity party people would like to foment.

After a nightmare or situation that manifests those terrible memories, I like to create digital art, write the back story to some evil foe, or write an emotive and engaging poem. 

Just because I have been abused and left for dead does not mean I have to carry the burden. Yes, I have low times and I do not trust others as I once did, but I do not run around with a pity party sign either. As a human, I have to touch the world a few times a month for food and supplies. I have had to learn to deal with others as compatriots and not combatants. 

I may have survived the battles, but does anyone truly win the war? 

Be kind to those people with a disability or illness if you understand or not. Sometimes the best support you can give someone is being present of mind and body. Would it harm you to have a board game night with your home bound neighbor? 

Have a wonderful but thoughtful night.


Monday, January 5, 2015

Mean People Make the Best Stories

I have a difficult life.

Disabled because of a terrible illness, that is pretty difficult, but every where I turn someone wants to take advantage of it. The world is sad. People are mean. 

That is how society has turned these last several decades. I take mean people and I see character potential. I can mesh several of these meanies together and create a truly horrible bad guy. Of course, you need a hero or heroine to block their evil intentions. That is how storytelling can be.

You can take the good and the bad of life and create something wonderful. 

It is not easy being green, I mean: me! Ha, ha, ha. Even though I face challenges every which way but loose, I can keep my sense of humor. In the end, the mean people will never have a good life. 

And, I intend to have a fantastic one!

Have a great and wonderful day!!!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Novella, Where Art Thou Novel?

So you wrote a novella you want to make into a novel.

60,000 more words and you have it made! Yeah, right. Sounds like a few thousand bags of chips and blocking out reruns on the television for the next two months. 

But you wanted to be a writer... didn't you?

Shoulda, woulda, coulda. My other job qualification these days is disabled, allergic to the world person. So writer should do. That title sounds better than I just spent the last four to five days in bed with a recurrent migraine and several ice packs.

I wonder if I gave my ice packs names, if I could count them as dates? Anyone?

Joking aside, I feel the need for a legal pad and a number two pencil. I wish I could do the whole highlighter and print out thing but I'm pretty much allergic to the printer, its ink, and some types of new paper. Hell, all my books are ebooks now.

So much for the smelly part of learning through musty, dirty books.

Let the horrification begin!

So that was my day after looking up word counts.

Hope yours was better!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Life Would Be More Fun, If We All Had BoxesTo Play In

I received my online order today, a few days earlier which I am grateful for, and the cats are just loving it! The box, not the content. I'm sure if they could use DVDs and dehydrated mashed potatoes, they would love those too!

I went and did my grocery stopping today. I rather buy organic red potatoes but it's just too much money for me. Plus I have to eat them NOW! or they go to waste after a week. So I found these packets of potatoes at my health food store... so worth it! I wish they were organic and red potatoes but beggars cannot be choosers sometimes.

I need to back up my files on my system. I broke down and spent some money on DVD media. Now I can get organized, well, digitally anyway. 

When I returned from the store I could not find one of my eight month old kittens... I even called a friend for advice because I tried everything: calling her, handing out treats, banging the food can... nothing! I waited two hours for her to show her furry buttsky! 

I nearly had a nervous breakdown. These are inside cats. They are not hunters. 

Don't get me wrong, they do hunt in the house: bugs, the bath tub stopper, my drinking straws, my activated charcoal mask, and my plastic stirring sticks. They do a lot of hunting while I am asleep. 

But it's not food. 

I on the other hand am a successful hunter. I hunt my food where it is: the grocery store. And, I am good at it!

I did all right at the store with my mask on. A cute little boy whispered to his grandmother why was I wearing the mask. So cute. I took the mask off and showed it to him. I told him it was all right to ask. I explained that my lungs cannot be around smoke or perfume or cologne so the mask keeps me from having asthma attacks. He looked to be around 5 to 7 years old. I hope he was okay with that. 

Then I got into a cab that the driver just ate a peanut granola bar. The smell about suffocated me. My asthma kicked into high gear and my throat started closing in. Not a fun experience trying to get home.  i toughed it out and drank my vitamin c packets on the way home but it was a close one. 

If you work in the public, don't eat peanut butter when you are going to be in direct contact afterward, it would save at least ten percent of the population from anaphylaxis.

Actually, I believe one of my old friends will not come to see me because she lives on peanut butter. That's fine and all but there's a fungus in peanuts that attacks the liver. I know it's cheap but is it worth your health in the long run? Almond butter is so much better for you. 

Plus it doesn't set my immune system off. 

I think the B Complex 50 is helping in that arena. I didn't totally have a panic attack in the cab. I had a partial one and my reaction was more subdued than usual. That is a good thing.

I was never allergic to peanut butter before I got sick. I told my mother never to bring into the house especially after the black mold exposure because of the fungus in peanuts issue. I would wonder why my face and neck would swell up inside, my breathing would become dangerously tight, and my body would just collapse in on itself... until one day I caught my mother eating peanut butter in the house. I told her no more. So she did it again and again, and again. Now, my body equates the fungus in peanut butter with black mold exposure. Thanks! 

 I have to be so careful now. I cannot eat out in restaurants even in an emergency. I have to stay away from any place that uses peanut oil. It's just a mess. 

What a wonderful way to support your daughter and thank her for buying a house and keeping you off the streets. Such a gem. 

Okay enough drudging up the past for today. I have my mashed potatoes, my kitties, and my television show coming up here in a moment. I may have black memories of the past that still affect me today, but I can chose to talk about them and then move on. I rather be grateful I have all my babies safe here with me than spend anymore energy on that peanut situtation.

Well at least for today. 

Because you know I'll have to go out in a cab and meet the public soon enough and brave the dangers of a society that does not see what it is doing to itself or others. 

What a bummer.

I think I too need a box of my own to play in. 


Saturday, December 21, 2013

Happy Yule Tidings

December 21st is the customary day of celebration for Yule. It's supposed to be the shortest day of the year. With the long night, the land lays fallow waiting for the warmth of the spring to come.

Pagans have celebrated this day of death and rebirth for as long as humans have marked the cycles. 

Other religions have taken the holiday and made it their own through political and religious might. So we have holiday after holiday during the winter season. 

I enjoy celebrating today because it feels purer than other days. I am not brainwashed to believe in a birth I know did not happen until March or pressured into being like everyone else. I can be me and celebrate what I chose, when I chose to do it.

Yule for me is about saying good-bye to the old. I have a lot of old to say good-bye to too. This year I have become quite independent as a disabled American. I have my ups and downs, my bad days and my good days. Everyday I am grateful that I can be who I am without ridicule, pressure, or disrespect from others. 

I am very ill. Nothing is really going to change that aspect of my life. There is only so many times your immune system can be collapsed, your liver compromised, your renal system infected, and your digestive system attacked to notice that your nervous system, heart, and lungs do not work as they should any longer.

Even though I am in bed more hours of the day than I am in motion, I still am grateful for every day that I am here. I have a lot to do! I am doing my art and writing my books. 

I am doubly grateful to be the editor and staff writer for my community online newspaper: the Villa de Paz Gazette. I only hope to continue writing great articles that impact the way people perceive reality. 

I am also helping my community fight off a vulture capitalist that wants to destroy our golf course for a housing development. It's nice to be back in the saddle again, even if it's a kid's pony ride. 

Yule like other holidays should bring out the best in you. 

Be happy. Be grateful. Be open. 

The universe is watching and waiting for you to open up to the possibilities that await. So take some time this busy holiday season and make a list. Check it twice. List all the things you are grateful for. 

With joy and gratitude in your heart, nothing is impossible: including a miraculous recovery...

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