omg when prayers work
That isn’t something you will ever see me comment on–not big into praying as you all know that’s like a wish in my head and that’s not something real people did in my world. It doesn’t mean I didn’t secretly mutter or freak out enough to tilt the universe a bit more in my direction–but asking a thing I have never met for help is just as good as wishing into the wind, so no, I do not pray in the classic sense many seem to–asking for forgiveness, declaring I am a sinner and all the other hogwash that goes into impressing a dead man—as one of my favorite Don witticisms is “Never ask a dead man for any favors.”
So I wished and freaked out and no, I didn’t play the lottery because that is iced coffee money which is a definite smile, unlike an un-winning ticket. And today the letter came out saying,
Deanna will not be able to come into the office for an indefinite period of time.
What?
And yes, this did happen this morning which has upped my mood quite a bit given the circumstances so now I can take the time I needed to get it all resolved by the end of the year because my friend FMLA doesn’t let them fire me because I am unable to come in the office.
So on top of this I decided this weekend to employ other life-lengthening strategies which involve a more holistic food-is-medicine approach. I am a little angry nobody in the hospital mentioned a thing, but there might be some internal dialog running through that place like–come on guys, let that girl die already, she has already cost us enough. Now I don’t think we are there exactly yet but we aren’t far off. There was a definitive difference in treatment vs the first surgeries there—they were invested with the first and this one it seemed more almost like, “when the hell is this bitch gonna die already?”I know, what a horrible thing to say about myself, but oh well, people are people.
So what I am doing is this. I will admit I am not a health food fanatic at all. I know what is good for me, sure. I don’t eat fast food and I cook most things from scratch–I have dunkin donuts creamer in my coffee because it is milk sugar and cream. I have three types of ice cream in my fridge right now but that is more for Don. I do not gorge on sugar or soda. We tend not to have that in the house. But these following things I can guarantee are good for your heart AND your vessels.
Blueberries every day (1/2-1/3 cup), 3 dates daily. Pomegranate juice daily (8-16 oz). Walnuts daily. Broccoli daily, sweet potato daily. I have also added in hemp seeds, flax seeds and collagen powder . Cayenne pepper, turmeric, garlic, and cinnamon–2 of these daily in no spec amounts yet. Fish (salmon, sardines etc) 2-3 times per week. Cherries, either fresh or dried, every day. Lean meats–not processed anything but for one, MAYBE two days a week (this is for my friend, bacon). There is ginger, garlic and several other things that make a body healthier and right now, given the doctors didn’t give me any hope because I am sure that hospital would rather just see me die and not cost them a cent anymore already—but the doctors gave me nothing when they should have given me pomegranate juice in hospital, maybe some ginger tea. Really, there were more than a few things they skipped I had to find out on my own (like those shiny mortality rates)–and what foods and practices make this a bit better.
Proof they would rather treat the problem than prevent anything–because with prevention there is less incidence and less money for them.
Or really, it’s like I said originally–they are neglecting the poor to death, basically. You neglect the people who cannot afford their own maintenance, they die, but who do they really get to blame? People kind of blame the insurance companies or hospitals when you get a mob mentality involved, but generally people are able to blame you for not being smart enough or working jobs in every spare moment of your time. Yeah, I did that, people. You know where it got me? Nowhere. I have worked two jobs to sustain my life for most of my healthy working life. Forget anyone who thinks I don’t work hard enough not to die.
