Cranky as hell

December 10th, 2014

I’m cranky.  Here’s a list why:

I’m cold.

My foot hurts

My other leg hurts

My crutch slipped out from under me and I pulled something.

I’m tired.

I’m a week behind on Holidailies because I suck

I’m too busy

2014 can kiss my ass.

 

Can we have 2015, now?

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Again? Day Three

December 3rd, 2014

“Garner, 43, died July 17 while he was being arrested for selling untaxed cigarettes. In a video of the arrest, which has since gone viral, Garner screams “I can’t breathe!” multiple times until his body goes limp. A medical examiner later said that he died of a chokehold, a move that is banned by the NYPD, and ruled his death a homicide.”  from-The Huffington Post

 

Note, you are free to disagree with me, however, I will not be publishing any racist comments. If you wish to disagree, go write it on your website that you pay for, not mine.

I cannot imagine the pain that black and African American citizens in our country are feeling right this moment. Within just a week’s time another white officer was not indicted for killing a black man. While there are questions on the Mike Brown case, as there was no video, there aren’t in this case.

 

Eric Garner’s death was ruled a homicide. There is video of him being choked to death, screaming that he couldn’t breathe, before he died. NYPD does not allow a choke hold to be used, yet, it was.  Garner is dead.

 

And, no indictment.

 

The officer will not stand trial for this death. Garner’s crime? Selling single cigarettes on the street.
Seriously, selling loosies? That is why he’s dead?

 

Something stinks and it isn’t just the smoke from those loosies.

Black Americans know that our society is still racist. It has been racist from the start, the racism continues to the deepest levels of our country.

Yes, even though we have a black president. Obama is not the end of racism, if anything his presidency has brought the racists to light as so many have had issues with his race from day one.
Don’t try to deny it, white America. I’m one of you. Racism is all around us. When you think there is no one of color around you still say the racist jokes. You lean in and say the horrible things you do and expect all those with you to agree.
I don’t agree.

I’m tired of watching the lives of our fellow black citizens being treated as disposable and lesser than.

 

Why in 2014 are we still this way? Why are white men with guns still so afraid of a black man that they would shoot him more than half a dozen times? Why are white men still so afraid of a black guy selling cigarettes that he is choked to death?

How many times has Mike Brown been called a thug? Does anyone, other than his close family and friends, really know much about him?

We know he was 18, a recent high school graduate, accused of stealing some cigars (but, not actually by the store owner,) shot multiple times by a cop.

There is a picture going around showing another young black man, one with a gun, that is being pointed to as Mike Brown.  It isn’t him.

How anyone can look at the actual picture of him and think this other guy is him shows how racist we are all still. They do not look alike, at all, yet, it’s a meme. People aren’t even questioning whether or not it is him.
I look at these pictures and I fear for the young black men I know. The children of my friends and classmates. The child of my cousin, who is only an interracial toddler now, but someday is going to be a young black man.

I fear for their lives.

How can you not? We do not believe that black lives matter. We are killing or imprisoning a young generation of men.

I won’t go into the way that young black men receive much harsher sentences, for the same crimes, as young white men. There are studies after studies that show that.

The racism goes back to the earliest days of our country from slavery on. The county I am sitting in, the birthplace of George Washington and James Monroe, still had segregated high schools in the 1970s.

Within my lifetime AT Johnson still had no non-African American students.

We have a long way to go and obviously we still aren’t anywhere near the finish line.

 

Edited to add: Jon Stewart tonight

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On the second day of December

December 2nd, 2014

It’s cold and dark. Yes, I know sounds like December except yesterday it was 70 degrees and beautiful.
Virginia has some weird weather. 70, then 30, by Thursday it is supposed to be in the upper 60s again. I hate the back and forth.

What I hate the most about December though is the darkness. I hate how little daylight we have.  Having fought depression for the vast majority of my adult, and teenage, life going into the dark like this makes it easier for the velvety blackness to cover me again.

 

Back when I was in my second year of college I wrote a poem for the school literary magazine that spoke of depression in typical 20 year old metaphors. It was true though. The best way to describe my form of depression is like crawling into a deep dark hole.

 

And pulling a huge heavy light conquering curtain over me.

 

The curtain blocks out not just light, but joy and hope and the ability to bring myself to get up off the couch and do anything other than just exist. This has been a tough year, with my injury, the subsequent hospital and rehab stay, getting hit by a car, which if I don’t write about someone holler at me, and all of that.

The first bad bout hit me in spring this year. It lasted a couple months before something snapped chemically and I felt better for a couple months.

 

Now, as the light dies, I can feel it coming back on me. The hole is getting deeper, the curtain is darker, heavier, just waiting for me to let it cover me, again.

 

I’m trying. Lord knows, I am trying to fight it back. I open the curtains during the day, let the light in on my skin to try and help it. When it is warm enough I go outside and sit in the sun.

As the light dies and we approach the shortest day of the year it gets more and more difficult.

 

Right now, I have a multitude of things I should be doing. I cann0t make myself do them. The weight of the depression is upon me.

 

This doesn’t stop things from needing to be done. I have to shower. Clothes need to be washed, dishes, as well. The housework needs to be done (okay, i’m pretty damn limited on that right now due to my stupid injury and surgery.)

December 2nd and not a decoration is up anywhere in the house.

The Christmas lights help. The sparkling garlands that reflect those lights around the room more make it just a little bit easier to heave my body up and move. Light helps.

I’m fighting as hard as my brain chemistry allows. I’ve been off of the antidepressants for 18 or more months. Maybe it is time to ask for help.

Maybe, just maybe, I should call the doctor and ask for those stupid purple pills that steal my words, but allow me to feel some sort of joy.

Tomorrow.

I’ll try tomorrow.

If it doesn’t work, I’ll try again the next day. Somehow, I’ll force myself past the ennui to help myself care about myself.

I can do this.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

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Day one

December 1st, 2014

Welcome to MutteringFool.com and Holidailies 2014.  I have done this every year, some years doing fabulously, others (2010, I’m looking at you) doing very little.

First, a quick introduction even though most people who wander here are long term Holidailies readers.  I’m Suzy. 39 and rapidly approaching 40, although much happier about the impending 40 than I was turning 30.

My husband is Tony, we’ve been together 18 years, married 16 of those. He is my rock. We have no children of our own, but have 13 nieces and nephews, plus several other children that we consider family.

I’m a freelance writer and reporter. My main work is writing for the local weekly newspaper. The focus of my work for them is local government and politics. Basically, I spent a lot of time writing about meetings. However, I absolutely love it and wouldn’t change it for the world,.
As of today, December 1, I am six years out from a nephrectomy. In 2008 I was diagnosed with renal cell carcinoma-clear type. Stage 1B, grade 2. Basically, I had a pretty good size tumor (just 1/10 of a centimeter from stage 2) that was completely encapsulated in my right kidney. It, and the kidney, were removed at MCV in Richmond, VA, by Dr Guruli and a student, Dr. Worthington.

While, I am not in a state of “no evidence of disease” (as there is no cure for RCC, you just get a NED state) as I have things in my lungs of unknown origin. They could be metastatic disease, but have been stable for a year. We watch, and wait, as there is limited systematic treatment of RCC. (no traditional chemo, but other drugs that may slow growth.)

As you can see I abuse commas and parentheses.

I am also disabled. I have had bone and muscle issues since birth that we didn’t find out about until I was an adult. I have degenerative disc disease, also. Then, the cancer surgery brought on severe lymphedema in my right leg.

Prior to my most recent debacle, I used a cane or wheelchair depending on the day. It slowed me down and made working difficult. Then, I fell and broke my heel and ruptured my Achilles’ Tendon in August. I had to have surgery for it, spending much of August, all of September, and part of October in the hospital, then in a nursing home for rehabilitation.

During all of that I started a Go Fund Me page to help purchase a mobility scooter and a lymphedema pump. The scooter was funded, and purchased, and we are still raising funds for the pump. (you can go here if you wish to donate, or share the link.)

Again, welcome to Holidailies 2014!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Raising funds for medical equipment

October 16th, 2014

Throwing this up here in case anyone who reads here comes across it:

http://www.gofundme.com/suzysmith

Thanks in advance.

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