I just wanted to share some of my graphics…I dabble a little for fun. Picnik has a nice little site and offers even MORE if you subscribe monthly to yearly. Take a peek at my inspirations/subjects and be sure to tell me which one is your favorite!
The lazy bean blogger I’ve been…I haven’t rightfully and officially claimed the awards granted me, by Champ one of my fave Twitter constituents. He awarded both to me over a week ago and I never got around to accepting. THANK YOU, Champ for considering me for both. I very much appreciate that you see me as either and I also thank you for your support to my blogs.
I am supposed to list 7 Random Facts about myself…sooooo…here it goes!
~I have a tendency to draw cats and babies. Both tend to lock eyes with me when seeing me in the street. Strange babies always want to wave and smile…and if they can talk they say hi immediately (sometimes even to the shock of their own parents). Cats will follow me all the way to their “invisible leash” on the block. I even meow, getting a meow in return 🙂
~I love to cook…and moderately love to eat…but, I prefer meatless meals. I often give my portion away at restaurants and will enjoy a meatless pasta dish quicker than one with meat included. I however DO have my moments when meat is the sole proprietor of my plate. lol
~I am weird. Some call me crazy (the fuckas) and for the more politically correct…I SEE shit. I love when people sleep on me. I love that folks think me gullible and naive. I see far more than anyone’s mouth can confess…so be careful what you hide from me…that hidden detail sticks out like a sore thumb.
~I’m in love with butterflies…it’s been that way since elementary school. YET, I secretly want to be a dolphin 🙂
~I’m mean. Yep. The kween is MEAN! I am sweet…but my spice is HABENERO hot. My tongue is legendarily sharp. I just so happen to know how to keep it bridled. *nodding like a true master*
~I am weak for one person in this world…my mom. Fuck with her…and it’s a wrap.
~I’ve been in love once in my 37 years…and it was with someone I never got to touch. Greatest lesson I’ve learned to date about love.
Champ picked 5 bloggers for each award…I’m going to pick 5 in total:
Once again…the conversation bandit strikes! My girl and I were discussing some things and we both concluded that in spite of much protest…men have as much, if not MORE baggage than women.
Sure, some women get hurt and become hesitant to embark on a new relationship with the same brand of dew-eyed trust as the first…but, that’s not baggage…that’s common sense. Unless she’s bitter, cynical and negative with the energy she’s giving…it is within ANY one’s rights to self preserve. Yet, a LOT of men have a tendency to withhold love in a new relationship when he’s been severely hurt or betrayed. A lot of doggish dudes are that way because he refuses to give another woman the kind of “power” that the last one had over him. If women are ruled by emotion…men are ruled by ego. The ego is a fragile thing…mostly because it is ballooned for the sake of appearance, rather than from a place of love. Anyway…this is what we came up with. A situation where the woman has less baggage than the man (which translates into SHE wants to be there, is in love and is giving it all she’s got…while he’s reserving his true self. Whether it be for the ex, or the next…or just himself because he can’t fathom giving himself totally to another woman again)
It’s like a couple goes on a trip. It’s not a long one…just long enough to bond and spend some time. She packs for the occasion. An outfit for each day and possibly an extra for the “in case”. He on the other hand…has used all of HIS luggage up and has now usurped HER luggage, too. He’s packed for every day they’ll be together. He’s also packed for every day that he and his ex were together…and also for the days that he hoped they’d still be together.
She’s driving…he’s in the passenger seat. He’s holding her bag. Listening to music. Looking out the window. Nodding off…while she navigates the relationship. As he fidgets, she asks him a time or two what’s wrong. He answers, nothing. She asks again. He answers that he may have forgotten his “keys”. The “keys” aren’t even HIS. They belong to the home of the ex, but he carries them around just in case she invites him back home. THIS chick…the one driving…is getting agitated. NOT because she knows which keys he’s missing…but, because she’s driving and he’s not helping. She can’t even BEGIN to understand that this dude is planning the trip that never happened. Or reminiscing on the trip that wasn’t long enough…that is, until she gets them to a place of rest. They’re unpacking…and he realizes something. The extra set of luggage belongs to the ex. His “keys” (which belong to HER house) are ALSO the keys to open his luggage.
NOW, the woman he’s with has had it. DAMN IT…you packed ALL this extra shit you didn’t need, but I said nothing. You didn’t drive at ALL. You didn’t help with the map, the signs…nada. NOW, you don’t have SHIT for this trip, because you’re shit is in HER luggage. Hmm…where ARE those damn KEYS!!!
Moral of the story? Don’t think for ONE minute that because someone SAYS shit is okay…that it is. Actions speak louder than words. If it seems like you’re dragging someone along on a trip and you’ve gotta fight to get them to get up on time for the “trip”. You’ve gotta pick their clothes. Pay for their fare. See to it they’re paying attention…chances are their mind is elsewhere. Where your mind is, your body follows and the spirit does, too.
Desperation makes you selfish. Desperation isn’t anymore grounded in love, than control is…and desperation IS a form of control. A desperate person desires to possess someone or something so badly that they try and control the atmosphere, the circumstances, the effects. If someone is desperate for your love…run. Their desperation will only cloud their judgment. They’ll only see you as a prize to be won. On the other hand…if someone keeps putting off the trip. SABOTAGING the trip…leave their asses!
Unpack those bags, give away the shit you can’t fit, keep what you can and live for the moment. That’s what I plan on doing.
I thought long and hard about writing this blog. I’m a private person for the most part. I share parts of my life that I can handle scrutiny with…but, sometimes the truth just needs telling. Sometimes, your story carries the soul of healing and helping and you MUST be part of a testimonial. It’s part humility and part Samaritan. I was discouraged once that I might be allowing people too far into my life, but this life isn’t lived fully by protecting EVERY thing about one’s self. How will people ever know you deeply if you’re not even the LEAST bit vulnerable. So without further adieu…
I am a Narcoleptic…
I was diagnosed in February of 1994 after being tested in an overnight sleep study in Bellevue Hospital, NYC. I was strapped to an EEG machine and monitored for a day and a half. The final conclusion was “severe Narcolepsy with a mild case of sleep apnea”. I also suffer from the “accompanying” disorder Cataplexy. I had been working at what was then called NYNEX and what is now Verizon for almost 2 years. I was terminated for reasons associated with my disorder in December ’93 and subsequently was introduced to the possibility of Narcolepsy being the culprit. Before that…I had gone nearly 10 years undiagnosed…MISdiagnosed. At one point my mother thought I was an “escapist”…needing sleep to escape my problems, but that was the furthest from the truth. At 11 when my symptoms began…I was your average pre-teen. Suffering from angst related to parents, siblings, and school. Not that much different from anyone else…at least not on the surface.
Narcolepsy was hard to diagnose, mostly because it isn’t something you can detect through a physical or drawing of blood. It is a chemical imbalance in the brain. Hypocretin is a critical chemical in the brain that aids in regulation of sleep and REM. REM (Rapid Eye Movement) is the dream state…and this stage of sleep occurs usually an hour or more into sleep on average. With a Narcoleptic, this stage is entered into almost immediately upon falling asleep. It is unnatural for a person to go into such a deep stage of sleep in such a short period of time. This, along with cataplexy can end in serious and dangerous situations. Self injury is very common in Narcoleptics. Falling down can be very scary when you consider where you can fall, and what you can hit on the way down. I have on several occasions fallen asleep while walking. Do NOT confuse this with sleep walking. Somnambulism occurs DURING sleep…what has happened to me happens while I have been walking and THEN fall asleep. I almost got hit by a city bus one year…making it to safety by what can only be described as God’s grace. I should have been in the driver’s blind spot, but he saw me and blew his horn. It was one of the scariest moments to date. I also had another instance of walking into danger when I was 14 and my baby cousin was 2. He and I were walking home from the daycare center and I fell asleep just as we were reaching the curb. This VERY smart 2 yr old called my name (as best as he could say it) and said, “Tali…street”. I cried the rest of the way home. What would I tell my aunt if I had gotten my baby cousin killed? I had no answers for what I was suffering from…so what would have been a sufficient enough reason…as if there could be any way.
One of the hardest things about being Narcoleptic is people’s insensitivity. If you’ve ever seen Deuce Bigelow…you’ll know what I mean. Or if you can remember the lyrics to Jay-Z’s “Girls Girls Girls” where he spoofs the movie in his video. I didn’t find these things funny at the time. NOW, I can laugh. I even “use” it as a running joke for when I want to say no to someone or want to claim ignorance…I hang my head, close my eyes and snore audibly. LOL
…but, really. People need to understand the struggle myself and other Narcoleptics go through. *sidebar* [I am validating my own disorder and struggle as I type this blog. I have to keep “adding to dictionary” the terms I am using to describe Narcolepsy] People typify a person with my inability to remain awake and vigilant…as lazy. Inept. Depressed. None of this is true. No one understands what it means to do something that exerts your energy within minutes. Or what it means to fall asleep and wake up hours later thinking its been minutes…or fall asleep for minutes and feel like you’ve slept the day away. Try not being able to keep your eyes open at all. Not recalling phone conversations or even recalling how you got into bed at all. It’s SO hard to focus. I am a writer and I hate that at times when in the middle of an onslaught of inspiration…I can’t even remain awake long enough to type and save. A good book can take longer than usual…and drives to places far and near often end in me awaking upon arrival.
I’ve had people wake me up in the middle of whatever…wherever I am…with, “You can’t do that…don’t fall asleep. Stay up.” THAT is the most frustrating of statements. That’s like telling a wheelchair bound person, “Don’t just sit there…get up.” It is SO insensitive…but, I realize that I’m not doing my job…my part. I’m not educating people the way I should. I tell people individually as they get to know me…but, I haven’t been using my very accessible forums like this blog and my Facebook and Twitter pages to bring light to this disorder for which there is no cure. Here are some very important facts about Narcolepsy:
~It CANNOT be cured. There is no way to supplement the chemical missing in this equation, but there are treatments and lifestyle changes one can make to ease the episodes.
~It is NOT related to depression. Chronic sleepiness isn’t relevant to whether someone is going through a hard time…although…
~…Emotions bring on episodes of sleep and cataplexy. Strong emotions, whether it be laughter, anger, sadness, etc…can bring on temporary paralysis (cataplexy) causing the motor skills to slow and the speech to slur. I have gotten riled up either way and needed to immediately lie down and sleep it off.
~It is INVOLUNTARY. People take for granted that they can control when they fall asleep, but even in a worst case scenario for the average person…extreme exhaustion cannot always be fought. Imagine someone who cannot control it at all.
Daily Strength/Narcolepsy Support
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