There are No Scars without first Wounds
Got a good report from the ENT (Ear Doctor) today. Apparently the clicking and popping noises in my right ear are due to an Eustachian tube that does not open all the way. A simple prescription with Flonase will hopefully alleviate the problem. Actually the noises are more annoying than anything else. The ear is not painful.
Eternal Internal Chaos
Being Cut. Wounds produce scars. Sometimes Life rips the scabs off the scars before the wound has healed. Infection. Pus. Filthy. Gangrenous. Foul Smelling. The Book of Job Revisited. An open pestilence of the soul forms. While others judge never fully knowing internal battles. Turn and face your demons but remember they are armed also. She who fights and runs away may live to fight another day. The devil and his/her demons come in many forms awaiting your vulnerabilities. Your weaknesses so they can rip our your heart. Eviscerate your innards.
Rejoicing. Laughing. Watching your guts litter the battlefield which has become your graveyard. So you run. You hide and wait for Resurrection and Rebirth. You Lurk among squalid corners. Slink close to the walls like rats who relish the dark afraid to come out in the open but secretly ready. Planning your Vengeance. This time there will be No Negotiation. Oh Attacker! You programmed me well. I now know and embody all your devious devil devices. Your imprint is on my mind. Now I use your weapons against you!! Beware O’ Wicked One! The Victim has now become the Victor!!
Slammed down into the red brick earth. Enemy not knowing that you can sustenance and strength each time you hit the ground. Earth Mother receives your bloody wounded corpse. Sends animation Life Force through your firmly planted feet. There. A Baobab Tree. A Mighty Oak. A Banyan Tree. Close ranks around you. Gaia protects her children. Filling a Fallen Sister with Kinetic Force. Ready to do Battle. The Enemy lies defeated before he has yet begun. Yes. Even the Forest Must have it’s Revenge.
So now I’m back to my Royally, Bitchy, Crazy, Raunchy self. Mean and Gritty. Getting down in the City.
Earned my Advanced degrees in Chill Out and Chillaxin’ ~~ Not caring what people say or their reactions. If you don’t want to go along for the ride. Don’t get in the car.
Bitch Mode is now in effect……….. Back to Our irregularly scheduled programming!!
Soldier Survivor!! Woman Warrior!! Resistance Fighter!!
Using Her Blasts of Power Surges aka Hot Flashes as Weapons of Warfare!! Mass Destruction to idiots, fools, morons and all those who get in my way….. Talk to the Hand, cause the Face ain’t Listening!
Sade – Soldier of Love