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May. 8th, 2007
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May. 8th, 2007 12:17 amReasons for all these questions. (see poll in previous entry - make with the clicky!)
While I do get premonitions when something bad is coming, it's almost never in regard to a certain person or situation. It's usually just a general feeling of unease that often builds in tension until the event. Sometimes there's a feeling of anticipation afterward that lets me know there's more to come. I can't do much with this feeling, except warn someone before I hand them the phone, if I hear a bad vibe from the person who's calling. I've done this more than once.
I've never had a feeling that anyone was going to die, either specified or unspecified. I can however, tell when the phone rings what the call is about, especially when it's death on the other end. This has been going on since the days of the rotary phone, so it's not caller i.d.-related.
I do have intuition regarding life expectancy for most the people in my immediate family. And most of them are going to die old. There was a time when I expected my stepbrother to kill my father, but they got past that, and it didn't happen. I still believe the intuition was fairly on target, and my brother just surpressed the urge until he got out of the house. I have no specific intuition regarding Scarlett's life expectancy but I do have an unreasonable amount of confidence regarding her general physical safety and well-being. I don't fret much over my child being hurt or seriously ill. I'd say it's just because I'm not a worrier, but that's not really true. I worry plenty, just not about that.
I do think that my own love for certain people seems to help them or shield them, or perhaps it just adds strength to their karma or something. I came to this realization just today - thus the post. Brent's so doom-n-gloom, and while I see his point about his genetic predisposition for poor health and even a heart attack or stroke at an early age, I also have the strong belief that these things will not happen to him. I acknowledge that I might be wrong, especially if he doesn't quit abusing himself. But it dawned on me today that it feels like my spirit watches over him somehow. He fights a lot of mental demons at night, and doesn't sleep well without liquor. But I feel him within my circle of protection all the same. It doesn't keep people from suffering, it just supports them.
While I do get premonitions when something bad is coming, it's almost never in regard to a certain person or situation. It's usually just a general feeling of unease that often builds in tension until the event. Sometimes there's a feeling of anticipation afterward that lets me know there's more to come. I can't do much with this feeling, except warn someone before I hand them the phone, if I hear a bad vibe from the person who's calling. I've done this more than once.
I've never had a feeling that anyone was going to die, either specified or unspecified. I can however, tell when the phone rings what the call is about, especially when it's death on the other end. This has been going on since the days of the rotary phone, so it's not caller i.d.-related.
I do have intuition regarding life expectancy for most the people in my immediate family. And most of them are going to die old. There was a time when I expected my stepbrother to kill my father, but they got past that, and it didn't happen. I still believe the intuition was fairly on target, and my brother just surpressed the urge until he got out of the house. I have no specific intuition regarding Scarlett's life expectancy but I do have an unreasonable amount of confidence regarding her general physical safety and well-being. I don't fret much over my child being hurt or seriously ill. I'd say it's just because I'm not a worrier, but that's not really true. I worry plenty, just not about that.
I do think that my own love for certain people seems to help them or shield them, or perhaps it just adds strength to their karma or something. I came to this realization just today - thus the post. Brent's so doom-n-gloom, and while I see his point about his genetic predisposition for poor health and even a heart attack or stroke at an early age, I also have the strong belief that these things will not happen to him. I acknowledge that I might be wrong, especially if he doesn't quit abusing himself. But it dawned on me today that it feels like my spirit watches over him somehow. He fights a lot of mental demons at night, and doesn't sleep well without liquor. But I feel him within my circle of protection all the same. It doesn't keep people from suffering, it just supports them.
Suzi's leg hurts. That's why she's been so grouchy with her sister.
She's limping, but she is using it. She's also not eating much, and
still hiding a lot, but at least I know why now. I can't take her to
the vet until maybe Saturday and it's driving me nuts because she needs
to go before that. I don't want to let her go without eating. If I
could find her hiding place I'd go home at lunch and give her a dose of
pain medicine. But I don't know where she's going.
I can tell already this is not going to be a very productive day. Maybe
I can get my time sheet done for April.
She's limping, but she is using it. She's also not eating much, and
still hiding a lot, but at least I know why now. I can't take her to
the vet until maybe Saturday and it's driving me nuts because she needs
to go before that. I don't want to let her go without eating. If I
could find her hiding place I'd go home at lunch and give her a dose of
pain medicine. But I don't know where she's going.
I can tell already this is not going to be a very productive day. Maybe
I can get my time sheet done for April.
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May. 8th, 2007 03:55 pmBand Aids suck.
I just tore one off my thigh, where the inseam of my jeans was rubbing a swollen spot, very sore. I took the band aid off to let the place breathe
And tore the skin of my inner thigh in the process.
Just tore it. There's a little ripped spot of pink next to the new bandais. (see? you wouldn't believe how many of these words were typed WRONG before I cleaned it up and entered it. And I still missed one!)
And I am so damned sleepy I can't keep my eyes open long enough to type this. Bye ya'll for another day.
I just tore one off my thigh, where the inseam of my jeans was rubbing a swollen spot, very sore. I took the band aid off to let the place breathe
And tore the skin of my inner thigh in the process.
Just tore it. There's a little ripped spot of pink next to the new bandais. (see? you wouldn't believe how many of these words were typed WRONG before I cleaned it up and entered it. And I still missed one!)
And I am so damned sleepy I can't keep my eyes open long enough to type this. Bye ya'll for another day.