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But this, then your life will change dramatically.



99% of what I do with patients outside of treatment is to have them look at foods. Why? Because it has a direct impact on their life, health and emotional well being.



I know I've said it before, but 4 things are needed for long life and good health:



Daily exercise

Good Nutrition

Good sleep

Daily bowel movement



You don't have to believe me- I see people who don't everyday- and I see the changes from those that try. Those that don't will keep me busy the rest of my life. Those that do and make changes, will only see me when they want a nice relaxing treatment.

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Saturday was a very busy clinic day for me, which is a wonderful thing- but it also meant that I was not able to do any of my chores that day.



So Sunday I started full tilt boogie. The moving van company I called, left me an 8am message about picking up a van to move the washer and dryer that I bought online. There was only one van that would fit my needs (I'll take it!), am I 25? "Well yes sir, I am... I'm actually 36." He commented how I sounded young, and finally I was to bring a credit card... Cash? - no... Debit?- No....



$$%#



It looks like I will have to have a credit card in the future :(



Right now, I do not have one. So I called my good friend Michelle. She laughed at me, told me to tell him to put it on her business account... he said have her call... she called back and said her husband would pick it up and put it on his credit card. *whew* not only can he help me lift, he has card, will loan.



So he comes over about an hour later, dogs have done their "business" I've picked up and am enjoying the BEAUTIFUL weather we have right not. Still with how quick spring has come, I'm afraid of not having enough air in the house. Costco has a rotating fan, with remote... ok will think about that. and I want an air conditioner in my room and the kitchen. Not because people need the kitchen, but the animals do. My dogs bless their hearts will NOT go into the basement during the day- they wait for me by the door ♥... so since the kitchen is right there, I will put one in there for when the people folk leave- that way they won't get sick. Seattle was different... I had central air there :( I miss it mucho. Anyways...



Mark comes with this uber spiffy Van that is close to 6'5" on the inside, and we go get my new washer and dryer. On the way to pick it up we discuss air units as he and Michelle and "big folk" in the air business. You won't see their handy work in homes, but that high-rise you go into... just might have it :)



After dropping the washer 2 times on the attempt to get it in the monster van, we finally get it. Dryer, heck we could have carried it the entire way :) Our cargo in place we head back, and I remember the starbucks card *just one of the many small examples of how Seattle is trying to take over the world (Costco, starbucks, Microsoft... need I continue?!)* to get us refreshing "crappachinos". Yum yum... at Starbucks I ask Mark, if we can stop by the Bank and I'll get him the funds for the rental. "Nah, we'll wait till it comes through as if we're over a KM or so, and gas" sounds good, go now pay later- check.



We open the Van in my complex, and a neighbour offers to help, :D yay! Thanks! The washer and it's brutality is first... and I'm the first to get "hit" by it. My knee is now a knee of many colours from trying to stop it from "crashing"... O.o owie!



Slow progress, but we got it in place, hooked up and the dryer too *it's easy, maybe that's why it's "hot"*... so I go running off to Costco... where they have mucho good things... dim sum and pot stickers on sale *Whoo-hoo* and then a new doggie bed for my room, 2 sets of brooms one for indoor and one for outdoor, flowers, office supplies, etc. Then I'm off to Lowes where I got hooks for the kitchen, metal dryer hook up as the plastic ones are ick, my office and a lucky bamboo plant that has the *perfect* pot for my office. YAY office write offs, where was I oh yes, then home.



I repoted my icky winter pots, cleaned the patio, started laundry, when Michelle pinged me to tell me Mark found an air conditioning unit for $99 at Walmart- mental note of what I've spent... and check I have enough for 2! YAY First time in a LONG time have I been able to do exactly what I want, when I want. So, I hop in the car, making a note of wood filler, calk and duct tape so the dryer hook up stays put.



I get there and there are only 7 units left YAY ME! I put them in my cart, get some fabric for $4 to spruce up my office... and the other items and I'm off to the check out.



Only to have NSF pop up. :(



I couldn't even buy ONE air conditioner... and I KNEW I had enough... that's when the clerk asked, when did you deposit? Oh that would have been Thurs pm to the bank machine. She said that they probably put a hold on your check.



WHAT THE ##$^$%#$#&*



I have gotten checks from the same woman for over a year and a half now, and NEVER had a hold done. *grumble, grumble* so I had them put the air conditioning units back and got the other items with cash.



Funny how that one moment took me back a year. When I had no money for me. Absolutely zip. I would feel bad then for buying coffee. Because all that I made had to pay rent or other bills. I went far into the hole then, and I will not forget what I gave up to get here. Still, it showed me the results of my efforts.



For the first time in a long time I am positive of what is a head. Saturday I was asked to speak in the next big women's show that will have a panel of experts speaking on the pros/cons of alternative vs. allopathic healthcare. I'm so very excited about this. It is exactly what I think more people need to know- it is not us vs. them, it has to be both.



It has to have open channels and most important, it has to have the wellbeing of the patient first. Not our egos as practioners. And I'm sure my friends will tease me again about how "red" I get. Can't help it I turn about as red as the sidebars here on VR when public speaking. I have no other issues- just a big flushed face :P



To sum it up, what the weekend and the NSF meant:



I am grateful, and in awe of the change. Because in someway it is not who I was, but who I am becoming. It makes me humble, and proves to me that everyman has something important to the puzzle. The secret is finding how you fit, not how much money you make.



And it’s a good thing Mark didn’t want the money then! LOL

I love long lunch breaks that actually let me breath!



*and log in here :P

This always seems to happen the day before a busy day. Meh.



Hopefully I can get my mind to shut down soon.

There is nothing more frustrating that dealing with people who do not believe you have dyslexia because of all the shits here that say they have it.



So you make a mistake because you read something wrong, and then you are suddenly to be pitied.



No.



Take your pity and shove it. I work my arse of to make sure my "issue" or learning disability does not get in the way of my life. I admit my mistakes. There is no need to spell things out as you would a child. I get it- I fucked up.



Stop insulting me, and then wondering why I am standing up for myself.



Dyslexia involves any symbol, which means letters, words and numbers. I can and do mess them up. I try not to, but at times I will read something wrong. It takes time away from it, to see what my mistakes are.



If you IM me, you see it constantly, and not just typos. Look at my journal, you can see where I have difficulty through it; from my putting words in the wrong place, to my spelling.



Shove your self-righteousness and go on your way, I’ve gone on mine.

I just got news that the roof at my house in Seattle has failed.



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I hope my mom can put up with the added stress this causes... so close to getting everything in place... one more challenge... breath...



I will make it through this... breath.

This is the great truth of self, as my discovery has lead me to where many people have been before.



It always will be you. Answers you seek- are nothing but you, and once you find this- You now have the first solid step to start building on. Pass it on to your kids, you will be amazed at what kids can do when they know their life is THEIRS to live. It's probably the most awesome power there is. Life itself will bring them the lessons, pain and joy. Support them in their quest and while you won't always understand their choices, they will amaze you more each year.



Know that with this piece of the puzzle- there will also be those that tell you no- you are wrong. Look carefully at what they consider their life- and how content/happy they are with it. Use that as your measure. This is not to say take things lightly and get rid of something if it doesn't make you happy- but when you find that, find the part of you that brought you there. That in itself is the lesson.



What you do with it- that my friend is the beauty of free choice, karma and fate.



I am sure I will see you around.

Does this sound familiar?





When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.



Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."



In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."



To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.



You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail



Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."



By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.



At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.



You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.



You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."



As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"



This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!

I really - REALLY need it. Non-stop since November, and it's been at break neck speed. I am thankful, still I want to do fun things... oh and CLEAN.



I am actually NOT at work so I can do LAUNDRY. Bleh. That in my mind = too busy. Time to start pondring ways to keep business up, and work down... I have some orginization bits that will help.. now it's just having the time to set it up.



Small steps... still it's FUN being here... and WHAAAAAA I wanna stay. :(



*le pout, le tear*

Another dollar earned off of East Dundas street.



If you want to see me, call muh pimp and he'll set you up nice and good. Although I have to say it will cost you extra if I take a bath.