Bad Anniversaries

March 28, 2009 at 5:33 pm (human life)

A bad anniversary is the yearly reminder of what happened to hurt you, that you can’t get over.  Mine is my birthday.

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The High Fibre Diet

March 20, 2009 at 7:20 am (human life) (, , )

Hey folks, time to get to the nitty gritty of a good high fibre diet.

We all need a high fibre diet – they say we should eat about 25g of fibre daily.  This is so that our food passes through our bodies in a timely manner and that we don’t get traffic jams and backlogs.  No pun intended.  Foodstuff that remains inside our bodies for too long becomes putrid and poisons our bodies, leaving us feeling more sluggish, less energetic, and let’s face it, rather shitty.

But I think the amount of fibre we need to eat  depends a lot on what other junk we feed ourselves.  For instance, if we habitually eat 2 burgers, 4 eggs, and 6 sausages every day, it may seem that we need to eat more fibre, than if we are vegetarian and eat very small meals.  On the other hand, if we are eating a ludicrous amount of food, especially nil-fibre food such as meat every day, then not only do we need to eat more fibre but we need to eat less, period.

Now, some foods contain NO fibre.  These foods include meat, fish, eggs, and milk and milk products.  That’s cow milk, not soya milk.  Soya milk contains a small amount of fibre.

So if we desire to eat a high fibre diet, it would follow that we need to eat less of foods that contain no fibre.  A lot less.  Most of us eat too much anyway, so let’s stop being pigs and start eating a reasonable amount of food.  That’s for starters.  Next, we need to eat more foods that are higher in fibre.

High fibre foods include pulses (beans, lentils), vegetables, fruit, whole grains, nuts and seeds. 

There are more than a dozen kinds of beans widely available; some tinned, some dried and in packets.  They are very inexpensive, especially if you buy in bulk.  Bean types include lima, pinto, kidney, black, haricot, butter, and garbonzo (aka chick peas).  Split peas are also in the legumes category.  Lentils include red, brown, and green types.

Vegetables, we all know what they are, so I won’t bore you with details here.

Fruits, same thing.  Some fruits and vegetables contain more fibre than others.  Same with beans.

Higher fibre fruits include pears.  Higher fibre beans include red kidney beans.  If you want to know more in detail, let me know and I’ll post the info later.

Nuts: Again, a lot of variety of tasty nuts are widely available: peanuts, walnuts, brazil, pecan, almonds, pistachio, etc.  And if anyone writes and comments that peanuts are not actually nuts, I will track you down and beat you with a dead monkey.

Seeds:  Not just for the birds!  Seeds are very good for you, they contain oils and omegas and all kinds of stuff:  if you want to know more, do your own research or let me know and I’ll post more here.  Edible seeds include:  linseeds, sunflower,  pumpkin, and poppy.

 

Grains:  You’d be surprised to find out just how many types of cereals and grains there are that you can eat and are high in fibre.  So what’s the difference between a cereal and a grain?  I don’t know, but if you know, please comment below.  Thanks.

Whole grains are obviously better than refined.  They include:  wheat, barley, cornmeal, rye, buckwheat, oats, and rice.

 

Again, for a high fibre diet, not only is it important to increase the amount of high fibre foods in your diet but to decrease the amount of food that is not fibre-rich.

No or low fibre foods include junk foods such as pop, chips, and processed foods, meat, poultry, eggs, fish, cow milk, butter, cheese, and white bread, pasta and rice.

 

So now you know the basics.  I will add more info about ways to eat more healthy food painlessly and without inconvenience.

You know it all begins in the supermarket.  So, happy grocery shopping, happy high fibre eating, and most importantly of all, happy pooping!

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Safe Sex

March 20, 2009 at 6:37 am (human life) (, )

Straight couple; let’s call them John and Jean.

Safe sex meaning, they want to avoid pregnancy and std’s.

Some ideas:

 

1.  The college fuck:

John gets ontop of Jean, and rubs his penis on her belly.  Jean rubs her clitoris on John’s thigh.

Same thing with Jean ontop.

 

2.  The Infamous but Ever-popular 69:

With either Jean on top and John below, or vice versa, OR both on their sides facing one another, top to tail, Jean sucks John’s penis while at the same time John licks Jean’s vagina and clitoris.  They can also do this one after the other – ladies first, please.

 

3.  Not as boring as it sounds, Mutual Masturbation:

In any position that is comfortable, Jean hand-rubs John’s penis and John rubs Jean’s clitoris.  One after the other, or together.

 

4.  Mutual Massage:

 

Can be done using massage oil, talcum powder or nothing.  Maybe some lube.  Use your imagination.

Ladies first:  Jean lies flat on her back while John gently and slowly massages her all over.  With one hand stimulating Jean’s breasts, he uses his other hand to stroke Jean’s vaginal area and clitoris.  With Jean’s permission, John inserts finger(s) into her vagina and stimulates her G spot – located about 2-3 cm inside the vagina on the upper part.  With his other hand, John then stimulates her clitoris.

Now John’s turn:  He lies on his back while Jean massages him gently and slowly all over.  With one hand she stimulates his nipples and she strokes his penis with her other hand.  Then if he’s into it, she can insert her finger into his anus (a finger cot is a good idea) and stimulates his prostate – located about 4 cm inside on the upper part of his rectum.  She can then use her other hand to stimulate his penis at the same time.

 

Some other ideas:

Many men and women enjoy having their anus stimulated, around the outside, and inside.  Be gentle and take your time.  Use your fingers, not your penis.  Finger cots or gloves and plenty of warmed lube are useful.

Kissing.  Can be combined with the other techniques.  Yum.  Try kissing your partner in other areas of their body. 

Only do what feels comfortable for the both of you.

 

So remember, there is so much more to sex than just fucking.

Enjoy your safe sex!

More to come.  Pun entirely intended.

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Adoption Stuff on Youtube

December 1, 2008 at 1:47 am (human life) (, )

I was thrilled to find some excellent adoption videos on youtube.  Here are just a few that I have come across, though I am sure there are many, many more:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ks3P59z5gUk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riuksKe5BbU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXl_EmCi-RU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cI0M0w_cLT4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OX5PkvgLJY8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ztjNlY4j6Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNFVUlJ2YBU&feature=related

And the cream of the crop:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOZGwqHVnKs

And then of course, you get such excrement as this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgNXQ2CazUg

I put up that last one because it illustrates the depth of the ignorance that we are battling against with our fight against the horrors of adoption.  After all, when you have God Almighty on your side, you can’t be wrong.  Right?  And if there is someone out there who opposes you, well, needlesstosay, they are from the Horned Beast himself.  Fucking religious right wankers.

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Depression

November 1, 2008 at 11:39 pm (human life) ()

It’s getting out of hand.

Last time I saw my doc I got my test results for my hormones: inconclusive.  I was so disappointed I broke down and cried.  I thought that if I do have Post Tubal Ligation Syndrome, then something would show up in that blood test.  I was wrong.

However, my doc did say that there could be a hormonal component to my chronic fatigue, and her answer to this was to prescrible The Pill.

I have read about other women with PTLS being put on the pill and the feeling is, “Why did I have this operation, only to go on The Pill!?”  And they say it doesn’t help their symptoms.

I didn’t think it would help my fatigue, but I agreed to try it.  Since being on it, the only change I’ve noticed is an increase in my depression.  I’m certainly depressed because of my fatigue; it gets me down.  My life is ruined.  I am so tired that I don’t bother to get out of bed to answer the phone, I don’t have the energy to meet with friends or to create new friendships, and I have been working less and less.  But since being on the pill I haven’t been able to shake the depression, and the suicidal ideation goes on and on.

I had come to a point where I had accepted my new condition, but now I feel angry again, and the anger has turned into depression.  I feel, if something doesn’t change, I am going to end my life because I do not want to go on living like this.  I am not prepared, after working so hard for 20 years to overcome my chronic depressive illness, to go into an unknown territory of yet another chronic illness.  I’m sorry, but I just don’t want to do that.

So far as I am aware, the only treatment for PTLS that seems to work (hormone therapy doesn’t seem to help) is to have a reversal.  I don’t know if that’s a possibility where I live.  Most doctors refuse to acknowledge the existence of PTLS  and so requesting a reversal on that basis would be futile.  I may have to pretend that I changed my mind about not wanting any more children.  I may have to invent a partner and lie about wanting desperately to have another child.  I CAN lie and I will if I have to; if that’s what I have to do to get my reversal, and if having a reversal eases my symptoms, then I will do that.  Having a reversal seems to me to be an extreme measure to take, but I feel I am in an extreme situation.  My symptoms began about 9 months after my tubal, and have been increasing, reaching a crisis point 6 months ago when I had no good days, and I started to develop new symptoms.  I sweat at night. 

But the fatigue is the worst symptom.  Nothing helps, not rest, not exercise, not eating regularly, not sleeping regularly at night.  I sleep like a goddamn baby.  I get up, I feel refreshed usually, and after an hour or a few hours, I’m tired again and ready for more sleep.  Either I fight it, and carry on forcing myself through one task after another until I reach the time when I can justifiably go to bed, or I give in, and sleep, getting up in the early evening, having enough energy to do what I want without extreme tiredness, and then go to bed late at night.

My doc has said that she thinks I’m burned out or depressed.  My shrink wants me to do a sleep study, and to go on another medication.  Joe Soll thinks it’s all adoption stuff and he wants me to do his inner child work.

I’m fed up with the lot of them.  I think I know what is wrong with me, and I am going to get help, or I am going to die.  That’s all.

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Learning German

October 15, 2008 at 1:13 am (human life) ()

Started yesterday – or should I say, restarted yesterday.  Can’t believe it’s been about 3 years since I last started learning German.  I did it for a couple of weeks.  Let’s see how long I keep it up this time.  I aim to do about an hour a day; I have a set of 6 tapes specifically for learning to speak German, without bothering with learning to read or write it.

I am very bad at sticking at things.  I think this is because little me is waiting for encouragement from Mummy and of course she never gets that; so if this is true, what will help is if I stand in for Mummy, who has never been there for me (through no fault of her own – or mine), and encourage myself.

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I’m so Tired

October 7, 2008 at 9:28 pm (human life) (, )

Why?  Combination of unknown and known factors.

Stress: Getting sicker, working less, having less money, having to move out, having to find a new place.  Found new place.  Lots of noise at new place.  No money.  Having to apply at welfare.  Welfare screw me around for 6 months.  Don’t have enough money, have to borrow money, again and again.  Have to go to welfare office, I lost count after 12 times, must be nearer 24 by now.  I hate that place.  It stresses me out just being there.  I  hate being treated like an asshole, when in fact it’s my worker who is the asshole – telling me lies, telling lies about me, reporting me to the CAS so now I have them fuckers back in my life again, not returning phone calls.  BITCH.  Doctors’ appointments.  Blood tests.  More doctors’ appointments; no results as yet.  Applied for ODSP.  I HATE being on benefits.  H A T E being on benefits, but I have no choice.  I want to work, but I can’t.  I’m sad that I can’t work.  I feel defeated because I am sick and on benefits again.  Chloe has behaved like a psycho bitch towards me because I tried to help my brother out.  He isn’t speaking to me.  NICE.

Illness:  I suspect side effects from my tubal ligation.  I’ve read about it.  Doctors at the time told me NOTHING.  I fucking HATE doctors.  I may be suffering with hormone shock, ovary damage, and early menopause.  MENOPAUSE!! I am 40, not 50.  40.  Night sweats, for god’s sake.  Crashing fatigue.  Short, light periods.  No pain, thank god.  I am so bloated I look pregnant.  I have put myself  on a high fibre diet – guess why.

Change in meds:  Shrink is pressuring me to try a new drug.  Not at this time, tyvm.  He is also keen for me to do a sleep study.  Is this for his benefit, or mine?  I wonder.  Not at this time, tyvm.  My family doctor thought it would be an idea to reduce my tranx, to see if it gave me more energy.  So, I cut down a wee bit.  The effect?  Raised anxiety.  Not raised energy.  Now I’m tired, but I can’t relax, or sleep.  So……… up with the tranx again. 

It’s such an uncomfortable feeling, this constant low level anxiety.  And I have no way of dealing with it, except with meds.  Sure, I’ll take a reduction in meds, but then what?  Obviously the anxiety is going to increase if you decrease the anti-anxiety medication, so, you’re left with this higher anxiety level and you need a way to deal with it.  Without that, I’m lost.  I don’t know how to deal with chronic anxiety without meds.

So what’s the anxiety about?  I’ll tell you next time.

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I’m Bored

October 5, 2008 at 2:57 am (human life) ()

I sleep a lot because of stress.  But, I’m glad I have some money now.  Was able to pay this month’s rent without borrowing, and buy groceries to boot.  Woohoo!! I’ve got an appointment with ODSP next week so hopefully will see more money then.  Then I can relax some more.,,, then again, they might want to screw me around just like welfare did.

I cannot cope with a lot of stress.  Well, I can, I sleep a lot, that’s how I cope with it.  I’ve got little energy, and this is one of my good weeks.  It makes for a boring life: I sleep, I shower, I cook, and I clean the apartment, I sleep again.

And you thought you had a boring life!

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Journaling

September 30, 2008 at 8:50 am (human life) (, )

OK So I’ve been advised to journal.

About adoption.

I don’t know what to say tonight.  Adoption is not my biggest problem right now, in that it is not in the forefront of my mind because too many other problems are slamming up against my face and demanding their attention.

Adoption is always a problem, be it in the foreground or in the back.

I’m not happy about what I found out about my father.  But, I am glad that mum told me.  All I get from his side of the family is a wall of ignorance: “I didn’t know him well” and “I don’t remember”.  Bullderdash.  You just don’t want to tell me.  What do you think I’m looking for?  Some goddam happy story?  Obviously it’s not a happy story or he wouldn’t have abandoned my mother and me.  So, what gives?  Why not tell me my dad was an asshole?  Afraid I’m gonna cry??

My father was an asshole, and now he’s dead.  My main concern about him is that I have inherited his genes and fuck knows what traits.  I say fuck knows because I really know fuck-all about him.  I know he worked in forestry. That doesn’t tell me much about him personally.  I know that he was an alcoholic – drank himself to death and died alone – loser.  So much for that.  Many, many people are alcoholics.  So?  What does that tell me about him?  What does that say about me?  That maybe if I like trees and wine that I got it from him. 

So you can see I have some anger around who my father was, and the lack of coming forth of information from his family about him.  I can’t say I hate him, because I didn’t know him.  We never met.  But I hate what he did.  Of course I only have my mother’s word about that, I only have her side of the story.  He’s dead and he can’t defend himself.  Well, boo hoo too bad for you.

My “father” freaked when he got my mum pregnant.  He not only wanted me dead, but her as well.  So like the coward he was I guess, he got his friends to do his dirty work for him.  He arranged a kidnapping.  My mother was held prisoner for 3 days and beaten…. the guys didn’t go through with it and let her go.  She got away, she was naked and she was terrified of telling the police because they threatened her life.  After that she bled, and she was afraid she would lose me, but I didn’t die, and neither did she.  She recovered from her physical injuries and I was born.

This story about what my ‘father’ did to my mother makes me SICK SICK SICK.  I am glad that I didn’t meet him for at least one reason.  I am glad that I didn’t have to be the one to kill him.  He at least took care of that himself.

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Adoption

June 26, 2008 at 3:14 am (human life) ()

Adoption fucks up your life, right from the moment you are separated from your mother.  They take her away from you and no one explains why.  They can’t, cause you’ve just been born, and you can’t understand a word they say.  No one can explain how evil you are to have deserved to lose the only person who loves and cares for you, the only person you need.  And nothing can repair your broken heart at having lost her.

Adoption sucks.  It fucks up your life from the moment you are told you are adopted, that someone else gave birth to you, but you are not allowed to know who they are, or why. 

Adoption stinks.  It fucks up your life as you are told that your mother just didn’t want you.  Whether or not this is the truth, this is what you are told, and you believe it, cause you have no other information.  You are not allowed to have any information.

You are not allowed to own your own birth certificate.  You are not allowed to know your parents’ names.  You are not allowed to own the clothes that your mother made for you.  You are not allowed to own the teddy bear that your aunt gave to you.  You are not allowed to know that your mother loved you and wanted to pass that information on.  That information was not passed on.  You are not allowed to know what your mother looked like.  You are not entitled to a photograph, or a letter; you are entitled to have nothing, and to know nothing.

Adoption fucks you up.  It fucks up your relationships cause you’re too terrified to get close to anyone.  In those rare occasions when you do let someone in, and then they reject you, it’s mommy loss all over again.  It hurts like hell.  It hurts to the core of your being.  You feel unloved, cheated, unlovable, worthless, and disgusting – all over again.

Do I sound bitter to you?

You are too fucken right I am bitter!

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