Mythological

Saturday morning I called my mom. She did not answer. I called her cell phone. Again, no answer. I called my sister. No answer. I called her cell phone, no answer. I called my mom's cell phone again. This time, my sister answered. She was at the doctor's office with my mom. They said my mom had bronchitis and sent her home.

Sunday morning I called my mom. No answer. I called my sister. No answer. I called my mom's cell phone, my sister answered. They were at hospital. Results were that my mom was having panic attacks. My sister told me that mama would wake up with panic attacks in the middle of the night. She would think about relatives who died suddenly from heart problems. They changed her valium medicine from taking when needed to taking 3 times a day. They were going to keep her overnight to observe and release her Monday morning.

Sunday night, I had a lucid dream. My mom was on a gurney with I.V. Then she was in a wheelchair. I woke at 1:10 a.m. with panic attacks. I realized it was only a dream and I stopped the panic attacks. When I went back to sleep, another dream came. I was laying in a field with my father to my back and my lover to my front. We were kissing. I realized that my father was ok with my lover. My father has never approved of any of the men in my life. Monday morning, I called my sister to see how our mom was. She said she hadn't heard anything. By the time I arrived at work, my sister called me telling me I needed to come. Morganton physicians said she needed a bypass. They did a dye thing. Where they insert dye to see if there were any blockages. They found 2 major blockages. Transporting her to Asheville for Morganton being a small town could not deal with this type of surgery.

My sister told me, "you need to come now". Panic arose. Airfare $600. Road from TN to NC closed due to rock slide. Ok. No. I refuse to pay $600 of my father's money for airfare.

My mom had her surgery this morning. Only one blockage. Stint inserted. She is healing nicely. Goes home tomorrow.

I started remembering when I was 22. I was bleeding badly. Doctor said it was "breakthrough bleeding from the pill". Actually, I was miscarriaging. Did an emergency D'nC. Accidently, the doctor perforated my colon. 6 inches were removed. My mom was in waiting room for 4 hours waiting to hear what was going on with this 1/2 hour procedure.

Where am I going with this? To my daughter's car. I do not like playing the part of the bitch. I bought a 1986 BMW from my daughter's friend's father in August. Just now got enough money to have it registered. Yet, it appears, one cannot sell a car in TN without it first being registered. Her friend's father did not register it. I went to his house, 3 streets up from mine, to inform him of this. I told him he needed to register it. I was met with such violence. It reminded me of a past life. A 6' man threatening me. Ogun came into play. Suddenly, my whole body reapt of power. No. You will not speak to me this way. Seeing a human being acting violently ripped through my being. I stood my ground. Yes, this will be resolved.