Hey Y'all!
I was asked by a friend to make a post about what kind of music I grew up with. So I'm going to post it to the best of my knowledge.
Now this may come as a shock to some people, but I wasn't always a wild eyed, twitter-hearted fan of Michael Jackson. There was actually a time before I even knew who he was.
I was brought up in church so I primarily heard gospel music all through my childhood and sang in the choir from the time I was maybe 5 until I was about 20.
My father is also a huge fan of BB King and blues so there was alot of it playing in the background. I don't really like blues.
In the nine years before I discovered MJ, I was trying my best to fit in with the other children and listen to what they listened to. Beleive it or not I used to listen to rap. Of course that was before every line of it was filled with calling women all kinds of evil names.
I was in love with MC Hammer until he went bankrupt and enjoyed Will Smith and LLCoolJ and Coolio--Coolio was like the man when I was in grade school and everyone was singing "Gangsta's Paradise".
I think the reason why my tastes in music are so vastly different from others in my peer group is because, as an only child, I spent a great deal of time alone and outside of school, I really had no social contact with other people my age.
So basically I was rudderless and had no other child saying oh, "so and so is the hot thing, get this CD"
I was just the odd duck in a flock of pigs, it's not even a comparison, I was just out there.
I watched MTV alot and around my mid-teens, aside from Michael Jackson, I was into rock. and like that was my "rebellious" streak. I wore black clothing and black make up and wanted to be in a moshpit at a Limp Biscuit show.
Thank God I grew out of that. But I listened to alot of pop, Britney, Christina, Nsync, Backstreet Boys Kelly Clarkson,...That's what I played.
Overlapping with this was my love of 80s music.
The way I got into 80s music was kind of as a mistake. in 1999, BET was running old videos and I was losing my mind watching Michael and Prince and Debarge and Evelyn Champange King and the Mary Jane Girls and all these really great people and at 13 my thought pattern was:
WHY THE HELL ISN'T MUSIC THIS COOL ANYMORE?
And thus began the Exodus.
I started just finding best of compilations by other artists and picking out songs and soundtracks and music from the 80s I like.
(I do like doo-wop from the 50/60s and disco--I'm an old soul in a younger bondy)
And that's just what I like to listen to.
I just don't like newer acts and they don't excite me the way MJ or Prince do.
Like Michael's been in Heaven for two years and if I find a new picture or a new performancce I'm so excited and sharing it with my friends who in turn get excited too.
And with the new kids, I could care less. LOL.
That's my music history in a nutshell.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
My Michael Jackson Doll Collection
Hi Y'all.
As you know, I have been a die-hard fan of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson for over 16 years and over the years I have acquired quite a few pieces of memorobilia regarding him. Some of my favorite pieces in my collection are my Michael Jackson dolls. I waited so long and searched so hard to find them, and really, I love them almost like they're my own children. LOL.
This is the oldest doll in the collection. My original, LVN Michael Jackson Beat It doll from 1984 that was realeased during the Jackson's Victory tour. My mother boughtthis for me for Christmas of 1999 and I was just in awe when I unwrapped the gift and found Michael. He had been shipped in all the way from New York for me, which was a big deal because I had never had anything really shipped in for me before other than pageant clothes. It was very exciting because no one else I knew had a Michael doll and I felt like a genuine fan having the doll. (I also got a Billie Jean 1984 doll the following Christmas in a black "leather" suit, but he isn't pictured because a few years ago, I unfoutiunately broke his leg--but I refuse to throw him away. You don't throw Michael Jackson away)
My next MJ doll, I saved up for and bought myself. From about the time I was fourteen I wanted a "white/light skinned" Michael Jackson doll. I mean I was pleased with the brown skinned ones my mother got me, but I really wanted one that reflected what Michael Jackson currently looked like. For years and years I coveted the French "Black or White" doll that came out in 1997 during Michael's HIStory tour. I loved that doll and thought it was perfect because, except for the silver eyeshadow, it looked EXACTLY like Michael Jackson. After eleven years of wanting the doll, I was finally able to get him on eBay from a seller in London, England. He is such a treasure and is my favorite doll.
He was also the least expensive doll--under 100 dollars!--and so he was a steal for me. He's the only doll I have that has "real" hair.
His eyes are able to move, but I would have to remove the back of his head to do that so his eyes are going to stay straight!
The next Michael doll I bought came from the furthest away--Hong Kong, China (yes, I search all over the globe for MJ things I want, it doesn't matter as long as I am able to get it) It is a fairly new doll, coming out in 2010 shortly after Michael's passing. It is Michael in his Bad video costume (it also came with the clothes to make it a Dirty Diana Michael, but I would have to dismember it to change the clothing) It really is remarkable how something so tiny can have so much detail to it and truly resemble Michael Jackson as he appeared in 1987. IT has everthing down to the belts and buckles and zippers on his clothing. I had serious buyer's remorse for WEEKS after purchasing the little guy, but I eventually got over it and am proud I own him.
One other doll I have is not exactly Michael Jackson, but is connected to him.
At the same time I recieved my Billie Jean doll, my mother also bought me an Elizabeth Taylor doll. I had seen her in the store while we were shopping, just once time in the store, and I made some remark like aww, that'd go so cute with my MJ doll. And my mother, bless her heart, went back and got the doll for me. The only reason I really wanted the Liz doll was because I knew she was Michael's best friend. I had never seen any of her movies at the time or anything. But it's nice to have the doll and I keep her and BW MJ doll in the same box--it seemed right to put the two friends together. And once again, it is an uncanny likeness to the late actress.
And that's my collection. More next time.
As you know, I have been a die-hard fan of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson for over 16 years and over the years I have acquired quite a few pieces of memorobilia regarding him. Some of my favorite pieces in my collection are my Michael Jackson dolls. I waited so long and searched so hard to find them, and really, I love them almost like they're my own children. LOL.
This is the oldest doll in the collection. My original, LVN Michael Jackson Beat It doll from 1984 that was realeased during the Jackson's Victory tour. My mother boughtthis for me for Christmas of 1999 and I was just in awe when I unwrapped the gift and found Michael. He had been shipped in all the way from New York for me, which was a big deal because I had never had anything really shipped in for me before other than pageant clothes. It was very exciting because no one else I knew had a Michael doll and I felt like a genuine fan having the doll. (I also got a Billie Jean 1984 doll the following Christmas in a black "leather" suit, but he isn't pictured because a few years ago, I unfoutiunately broke his leg--but I refuse to throw him away. You don't throw Michael Jackson away)
My next MJ doll, I saved up for and bought myself. From about the time I was fourteen I wanted a "white/light skinned" Michael Jackson doll. I mean I was pleased with the brown skinned ones my mother got me, but I really wanted one that reflected what Michael Jackson currently looked like. For years and years I coveted the French "Black or White" doll that came out in 1997 during Michael's HIStory tour. I loved that doll and thought it was perfect because, except for the silver eyeshadow, it looked EXACTLY like Michael Jackson. After eleven years of wanting the doll, I was finally able to get him on eBay from a seller in London, England. He is such a treasure and is my favorite doll.
He was also the least expensive doll--under 100 dollars!--and so he was a steal for me. He's the only doll I have that has "real" hair.
His eyes are able to move, but I would have to remove the back of his head to do that so his eyes are going to stay straight!
The next Michael doll I bought came from the furthest away--Hong Kong, China (yes, I search all over the globe for MJ things I want, it doesn't matter as long as I am able to get it) It is a fairly new doll, coming out in 2010 shortly after Michael's passing. It is Michael in his Bad video costume (it also came with the clothes to make it a Dirty Diana Michael, but I would have to dismember it to change the clothing) It really is remarkable how something so tiny can have so much detail to it and truly resemble Michael Jackson as he appeared in 1987. IT has everthing down to the belts and buckles and zippers on his clothing. I had serious buyer's remorse for WEEKS after purchasing the little guy, but I eventually got over it and am proud I own him.
One other doll I have is not exactly Michael Jackson, but is connected to him.
At the same time I recieved my Billie Jean doll, my mother also bought me an Elizabeth Taylor doll. I had seen her in the store while we were shopping, just once time in the store, and I made some remark like aww, that'd go so cute with my MJ doll. And my mother, bless her heart, went back and got the doll for me. The only reason I really wanted the Liz doll was because I knew she was Michael's best friend. I had never seen any of her movies at the time or anything. But it's nice to have the doll and I keep her and BW MJ doll in the same box--it seemed right to put the two friends together. And once again, it is an uncanny likeness to the late actress.
And that's my collection. More next time.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Miami Vice (TV Show)
Hey Y'all!
At first, I wanted to do a post on all the 80s tv shows I like and trust me there's like dozens of them, but I wanted to dedicate a post to probably the most influential 80s show that I love. (And surprise to my BF, it's not The Facts of Life!)
It's Miami Vice!
I was about 12 when my whole deal with the 80s started and MV really helped to solidfy that for me. MV used to come on everyday during the week on FX at 6 pm and I don't care what was going on--eating dinner, house burning down--I wasn't moving while that show was on. I don't think Michael Jackson dancing in a thong could have moved me. That's just how into the show I was.
I liked MV because it was a really well written cop drama---well up untilt he last 2 seasons when Crockett got all crazy and lost his mind and stuff.
And the fashion was out of bounds.
For those of you unfamilliar with the premise of the show it stars Don Johnson as Sonny Crockett, a laid back and loose vice detective working in Miami. It also stars Philip Michael Thomas, a transplant form New York City, who is more straight laced and how the men generally bump heads but come together long enough to catch the pimps and drug pushers.
My whole entire nightlife revolved around Philip Michael Thomas, whom I was mad about, and what he would wear--usually a really hot and put together Armani number. On several occasions since he was in Florida, it was optimum that he came out his clothes and into a swimsuit and I was a little put off because he was hairy as Prince or David Hassellhoff, but I later learned that the 80s were the decade of the hairy man and every one looked pretty much like they were in a cheapo porno.
(Michael Jackson kind of spoiled me, being practically hairless in brief moments when he was scantily clad)
Like I was saying about the fashion. I am just into really strange, crazy and oddball peices that are cool and I saw so many things on Miami Vice that spoek to me.
I mean, Don Johnson was running around in a peach blazer, white mesh top and khaki, with white loafers and no socks, and that BS mess worked! IT worked! It looked GOOD! (And in the 80s for a minute that was THE look!)
And PMT, I remember one good episode from the first season. He and Don were going to a bank robbery and the camera was far off from them. And I remember you could see his white shoes liek glowing against his black pinstripe suit. Men don't dress like that anymore where you're taken aback and saying "Dang, that man looks sharp!"
I just liked PMT because I just naturally like well dressed men. I dont' really go for this hip hop, hood rat, pants hanging off the ass crack that some men go for. Why would I want a sloppy looking man? I'm not a sloppy looking woman. I feel naked without my make up!
Also on MV there were often alot of guest stars who were great musical acts. My favorite episode that I've seen so far is from season 2 and has El Debarge performing in a club. I wanted to faint. It was too perfect. An 80s club with Aquanet int he air, PMT and ED? Are you kidding? And PMT was breakdancing. It was PERFECT!
I have the whole series on DVD and I plan to get past the El Debarge episode, but it's so good.
But like I said the whole seiries was good. I wanted to be a vice cop when i watched this. I wanted to dress up and carry the heat and bust the baddies with them. It was a part of my childhood I'll always like and cherish. Because for one hour a day, it was the 80s and I reveled in it!
PMT now. Can you beleive the brother is 62 years old? I mean REALLY! He must be with Prince on that Fountain of Youth stuff!
Don Johnson didn't turn out too badly either. Perhaps a little plumper, but still a charmer. (And heck, if you live to be in your 60s, you got the right to eat all the crap and fatty stuff you want!)
Till next time!
At first, I wanted to do a post on all the 80s tv shows I like and trust me there's like dozens of them, but I wanted to dedicate a post to probably the most influential 80s show that I love. (And surprise to my BF, it's not The Facts of Life!)
It's Miami Vice!
I was about 12 when my whole deal with the 80s started and MV really helped to solidfy that for me. MV used to come on everyday during the week on FX at 6 pm and I don't care what was going on--eating dinner, house burning down--I wasn't moving while that show was on. I don't think Michael Jackson dancing in a thong could have moved me. That's just how into the show I was.
I liked MV because it was a really well written cop drama---well up untilt he last 2 seasons when Crockett got all crazy and lost his mind and stuff.
And the fashion was out of bounds.
For those of you unfamilliar with the premise of the show it stars Don Johnson as Sonny Crockett, a laid back and loose vice detective working in Miami. It also stars Philip Michael Thomas, a transplant form New York City, who is more straight laced and how the men generally bump heads but come together long enough to catch the pimps and drug pushers.
My whole entire nightlife revolved around Philip Michael Thomas, whom I was mad about, and what he would wear--usually a really hot and put together Armani number. On several occasions since he was in Florida, it was optimum that he came out his clothes and into a swimsuit and I was a little put off because he was hairy as Prince or David Hassellhoff, but I later learned that the 80s were the decade of the hairy man and every one looked pretty much like they were in a cheapo porno.
(Michael Jackson kind of spoiled me, being practically hairless in brief moments when he was scantily clad)
Like I was saying about the fashion. I am just into really strange, crazy and oddball peices that are cool and I saw so many things on Miami Vice that spoek to me.
I mean, Don Johnson was running around in a peach blazer, white mesh top and khaki, with white loafers and no socks, and that BS mess worked! IT worked! It looked GOOD! (And in the 80s for a minute that was THE look!)
And PMT, I remember one good episode from the first season. He and Don were going to a bank robbery and the camera was far off from them. And I remember you could see his white shoes liek glowing against his black pinstripe suit. Men don't dress like that anymore where you're taken aback and saying "Dang, that man looks sharp!"
I just liked PMT because I just naturally like well dressed men. I dont' really go for this hip hop, hood rat, pants hanging off the ass crack that some men go for. Why would I want a sloppy looking man? I'm not a sloppy looking woman. I feel naked without my make up!
Also on MV there were often alot of guest stars who were great musical acts. My favorite episode that I've seen so far is from season 2 and has El Debarge performing in a club. I wanted to faint. It was too perfect. An 80s club with Aquanet int he air, PMT and ED? Are you kidding? And PMT was breakdancing. It was PERFECT!
I have the whole series on DVD and I plan to get past the El Debarge episode, but it's so good.
But like I said the whole seiries was good. I wanted to be a vice cop when i watched this. I wanted to dress up and carry the heat and bust the baddies with them. It was a part of my childhood I'll always like and cherish. Because for one hour a day, it was the 80s and I reveled in it!
PMT now. Can you beleive the brother is 62 years old? I mean REALLY! He must be with Prince on that Fountain of Youth stuff!
Don Johnson didn't turn out too badly either. Perhaps a little plumper, but still a charmer. (And heck, if you live to be in your 60s, you got the right to eat all the crap and fatty stuff you want!)
Till next time!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The 80s!
Hey Y'all!
Ever since I was about 12 years old, I have had an unending, happy love affair with the 1980s and everything to do with it. I know that it absolutely all started with Michael Jackson. I had only been a fan of him for three years at the time, but I was really all about learning what I could about him and getting my hands on his music by any means I could muster.
And when I was 12, I started learning about the Thriller album and how it literally took over the damn world.
For a solid three months, I was on a Thriller bender. If you walked into my house, you'd swear it was 1983 because the Thriller videos were ALWAYS playing and the album too.
It kind of spawned off from that. I started mainly with people associated with Michael. Like Brooke Shields, I started looking at her movies. I saw Blue Lagoon and Pretty Baby. (PB really wrecked me at 12. I shouldn't have seen it that young) And I also got my hands on Prince's movie Purple Rain, on a whim, because my friend at the time was OBSESSED with Prince.
And Purple Rain changed my life.
when I saw Prince going wild with his guitar and all the club people in the cool outfits, I was like "Why the HELL was I born so late?" I mean I really think that the 80s and its creativeness and stuff is in the vein with what I like.
And I really liked Apollonia, she seemed so cool in the movie--she's one of my coolest Facebook friends now--and I really liked her style. Now I don't have the nerve to rock lingerie in public, but I liked the real clothes she wore, and I would in a heartbeat, throw on anything that she had worn because it was so unique.
I even dressed as Apollonia for Halloween last year--and the REAL Apollonia liked it!
I totally loved doing that kind of make up. It took a LONG time to put it all on, but it was perfect and my boyfriend nearly had a stroke when he saw me!
That's what I like most about the 80s. Like everyone looked sexy without really even meaning to, with the big hair and bold make up. I love to style myself in that way. I don't get to do it too often, but when I do it, I do it BIG.
I also like the music fromt he decade. I love everyone--Lionel Richie, Debarge,Guy, Vanessa Williams, Debbie Gibson, you name it. Music was great then, none of this watered down, Justin Beieber warbling crap that passes on the Top 40 now. People were masters of thier craft and did cool things.
Well, that's enough for now. I think I'll devote my next blog to the tv shows of the 80s I love. And there's ALOT!
Ever since I was about 12 years old, I have had an unending, happy love affair with the 1980s and everything to do with it. I know that it absolutely all started with Michael Jackson. I had only been a fan of him for three years at the time, but I was really all about learning what I could about him and getting my hands on his music by any means I could muster.
And when I was 12, I started learning about the Thriller album and how it literally took over the damn world.
For a solid three months, I was on a Thriller bender. If you walked into my house, you'd swear it was 1983 because the Thriller videos were ALWAYS playing and the album too.
It kind of spawned off from that. I started mainly with people associated with Michael. Like Brooke Shields, I started looking at her movies. I saw Blue Lagoon and Pretty Baby. (PB really wrecked me at 12. I shouldn't have seen it that young) And I also got my hands on Prince's movie Purple Rain, on a whim, because my friend at the time was OBSESSED with Prince.
And Purple Rain changed my life.
when I saw Prince going wild with his guitar and all the club people in the cool outfits, I was like "Why the HELL was I born so late?" I mean I really think that the 80s and its creativeness and stuff is in the vein with what I like.
And I really liked Apollonia, she seemed so cool in the movie--she's one of my coolest Facebook friends now--and I really liked her style. Now I don't have the nerve to rock lingerie in public, but I liked the real clothes she wore, and I would in a heartbeat, throw on anything that she had worn because it was so unique.
I even dressed as Apollonia for Halloween last year--and the REAL Apollonia liked it!
I totally loved doing that kind of make up. It took a LONG time to put it all on, but it was perfect and my boyfriend nearly had a stroke when he saw me!
That's what I like most about the 80s. Like everyone looked sexy without really even meaning to, with the big hair and bold make up. I love to style myself in that way. I don't get to do it too often, but when I do it, I do it BIG.
I also like the music fromt he decade. I love everyone--Lionel Richie, Debarge,Guy, Vanessa Williams, Debbie Gibson, you name it. Music was great then, none of this watered down, Justin Beieber warbling crap that passes on the Top 40 now. People were masters of thier craft and did cool things.
Well, that's enough for now. I think I'll devote my next blog to the tv shows of the 80s I love. And there's ALOT!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Hospital Stay...
Hey Y'all.
I had to stay in the hospitla overnight recently because I had gone in with some chest pain on Thursday. Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just stress, which is of no surprise to me because I have a Black Belt in Stress.
But I wanted to share my hospital stay since it's pretty much the only interesting thing that's happened to me this week.
So I was in dialysis and in the middle of my treatment, my chest went to aching so badly that i really had to leave and go straight to the hospital for it. The nurses wanted to send me by ambulance, but I'll only get into an ambulance if I'm unconsious. I was alert and annoyed mostly. I hate hospitals and I hate needles and all that stuff.
As soon as I go in, they're throwing a gown on me and sticking me for an IV. And i'm not sure what all they did to me. I was having stuff pumped into my arm and the docs were throwing aspirins and other pills at me. Apparently my blood pressure was up--it always is on a dialysis day because I DON'T WANT TO BE THERE! and they were trying to bring it down and all.
I was remarkably calm throughout the whole thing. Frankly, a part of me was so over the idea of being in the hospital, I really lacked the ability to care.
I'm so used to it, it's like "okay, take the blood, okay do this, do that...I'm watching Rachael Ray right now..." It didn't phase me and I was more watching TV than paying attention as I got stuck with needles.
I sat in the ER bay for a while, where I was hungry and the doctor came along and said I was being transported to a room to be looked at over night and they stuck a heart monitor on me.
(I look halfway decent with no make up on.)
I didn't really care and the only thing I asked my father for when he left to get some things for me, was to bring my doll Nooney so I could sleep. (Go ahead and laugh, I haven't slept without that piece of plastic since 1990!)
(Me with Nooney, go ahead, laugh, I don't care!)
So I got thrown into a room, and thankfully, it was a private room and I was to myself and could watch TV in peace.
Or so I thought.
Every so often, someone was knocking ont he door and peeking in after me and taking blood--which pissed me off greatly because I already had an IV and they were stickign me with fresh needles for the blood. So I have little marks all over my good arm from that.
Dinner came around and I was so hungry I devoured it and didn't really taste it. i think it was chicken. Really dry, not as good as the chicken I make. LOL.
Then night came and hell started.
There was a ticking clock in my room--a manual one, not a digital room--and I simply cannot sleep in a room with a ticking clock. Ask my boyfriend Dion, I made him switch all the clocks in his bedroom to digital ones.
For four hours, I laid awake and listened to the clock before I got up and ripped it off the wall and yanked the battery out. I really yank it off the wall.
Then I finally went to sleep.
For about an hour.
The next thing I knew, two nurses were in my room at FIVE AM, sticking me for blood and I had to get stuck twice because the first time, nothing came into the needle.
the second time the fool stuck me with something that looked like a damn javelin it was so long and I cried. It hurt. If only he knew how I was cursing him out in my mind.
Then I went to something like sleep, but it wasn't good because I was so hot. Like the a/c wasn't workign or anything. It was pitiful.
And I flipped like a fish out of water in that bed. I threw Nooney on the floor a few times trying to get comfortable and by the time morning came, I wanted to take up and run away from the hospital.
The worst part of the night was that at some point during the night I banged my mouth on Nooney's head, loosened a tooth and bled all over the place.
(It scared the mess out of the night nurse when i went to her with a bleeding mouth and this is just ONE of many tissues used to stop the bleeding. IF you wanna clone me, there's your strand of DNA. LOL)
I was so releived and glad to go home, I kissed the walls when I got home. LOL. SO glad it's over!
I had to stay in the hospitla overnight recently because I had gone in with some chest pain on Thursday. Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just stress, which is of no surprise to me because I have a Black Belt in Stress.
But I wanted to share my hospital stay since it's pretty much the only interesting thing that's happened to me this week.
So I was in dialysis and in the middle of my treatment, my chest went to aching so badly that i really had to leave and go straight to the hospital for it. The nurses wanted to send me by ambulance, but I'll only get into an ambulance if I'm unconsious. I was alert and annoyed mostly. I hate hospitals and I hate needles and all that stuff.
As soon as I go in, they're throwing a gown on me and sticking me for an IV. And i'm not sure what all they did to me. I was having stuff pumped into my arm and the docs were throwing aspirins and other pills at me. Apparently my blood pressure was up--it always is on a dialysis day because I DON'T WANT TO BE THERE! and they were trying to bring it down and all.
I was remarkably calm throughout the whole thing. Frankly, a part of me was so over the idea of being in the hospital, I really lacked the ability to care.
I'm so used to it, it's like "okay, take the blood, okay do this, do that...I'm watching Rachael Ray right now..." It didn't phase me and I was more watching TV than paying attention as I got stuck with needles.
I sat in the ER bay for a while, where I was hungry and the doctor came along and said I was being transported to a room to be looked at over night and they stuck a heart monitor on me.
(I look halfway decent with no make up on.)
I didn't really care and the only thing I asked my father for when he left to get some things for me, was to bring my doll Nooney so I could sleep. (Go ahead and laugh, I haven't slept without that piece of plastic since 1990!)
(Me with Nooney, go ahead, laugh, I don't care!)
So I got thrown into a room, and thankfully, it was a private room and I was to myself and could watch TV in peace.
Or so I thought.
Every so often, someone was knocking ont he door and peeking in after me and taking blood--which pissed me off greatly because I already had an IV and they were stickign me with fresh needles for the blood. So I have little marks all over my good arm from that.
Dinner came around and I was so hungry I devoured it and didn't really taste it. i think it was chicken. Really dry, not as good as the chicken I make. LOL.
Then night came and hell started.
There was a ticking clock in my room--a manual one, not a digital room--and I simply cannot sleep in a room with a ticking clock. Ask my boyfriend Dion, I made him switch all the clocks in his bedroom to digital ones.
For four hours, I laid awake and listened to the clock before I got up and ripped it off the wall and yanked the battery out. I really yank it off the wall.
Then I finally went to sleep.
For about an hour.
The next thing I knew, two nurses were in my room at FIVE AM, sticking me for blood and I had to get stuck twice because the first time, nothing came into the needle.
the second time the fool stuck me with something that looked like a damn javelin it was so long and I cried. It hurt. If only he knew how I was cursing him out in my mind.
Then I went to something like sleep, but it wasn't good because I was so hot. Like the a/c wasn't workign or anything. It was pitiful.
And I flipped like a fish out of water in that bed. I threw Nooney on the floor a few times trying to get comfortable and by the time morning came, I wanted to take up and run away from the hospital.
The worst part of the night was that at some point during the night I banged my mouth on Nooney's head, loosened a tooth and bled all over the place.
(It scared the mess out of the night nurse when i went to her with a bleeding mouth and this is just ONE of many tissues used to stop the bleeding. IF you wanna clone me, there's your strand of DNA. LOL)
I was so releived and glad to go home, I kissed the walls when I got home. LOL. SO glad it's over!
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