How My Head Feels
ER Again
Just 17 days after my last ER visit for the same reason, I had to pay another visit this past Sunday because I had yet another migraine lasting 3 days or longer. This is getting to be a habit and that is really not a good thing. Some of these migraines are lasting longer than 72 hours which puts them into a dangerous category that less than 1% of migraine sufferers have called status migrainosus. Reportedly this is one of the 4 ways that migraines can actually kill.
Needless to say, this is not reassuring. I am meeting with my doctor to reevaluate my meds and hopefully that will help, but who knows. I’m afraid to get my hopes up at this point. If I’m not as active on WP, please don’t think it is because I am ignoring you all, I am just not up for much right now.
Poetry – Unwanted House Guest
Depression barges in again.
No invitation.
No explanation.
No deposit.
No references.
No promises.
And no move out date.
Poetry – Memory Collector
I collect memories, or perhaps, more accurately, they collect me. They've taken over the bed and the bedroom. They've wandered down the hall to congregate in the guest room. Still too crowded, some migrate to the couch, the stove, and the fridge. A few have even taken up swimming in the bathtub or driving my old Saturn. Like Tribbles, or Gremlins, they multiply fast - and require constant supervision.
Poetry – Of Gods and Men
Rhea, Cronus and baby Zeus snuggle in the heart of Mount Olympus. Father plots infanticide, while son sleeps, dreaming world domination. Mother shakes her head and rolls her eyes yet again at the foolishness of men.
Free Book Promo & Weight Loss
I had two topics in mind for blog posts today, so decided to just combine them into one post. First off, my newest poetry chap book, “Can’t Keep Me Down“, is free on Kindle today through Thursday, so if you wanted to read it, grab a copy! If you do read the book, please consider leaving a rating and/or review on Amazon and/or Goodreads so I’ll know what you think!
By the way, there is a print version of the chapbook available on Amazon now as well! It is $5.99 and can be found at the same Amazon link above.
Lastly, about a couple weeks ago I gave up sugary drinks. This was mostly a big deal because I drank Coke pretty much every day. Since giving up the pop, I’ve already lost about 5 pounds! I don’t even really crave the sugary drinks much anymore. It will be interesting to see if I continue to lose weight!
Experimenting with Digital Art on ArtRage
I saw a post that artbychristinemallabandbrown did the other day about a digital art android program called ArtRage. I loved the art she posted, so I decided to give it a try! I’m still very much learning how the program works and just fooling around, but here are my first few abstract artworks from ArtRage!
The Most Successful Blogs on WordPress
Have you ever noticed that some of the biggest blogs on WordPress focus mostly on telling other bloggers how to “make it as a blogger” and “grow your blog quickly”? I noticed this a while ago myself. It makes sense, people are most likely to read a blog that posts information they find useful and practical, and since many WP readers are also bloggers who dream of huge followings and internet stardom, it makes sense that the blogs that promise that or try to help you achieve that would be most popular.
It is human nature to want what helps us to succeed. At times I have been tempted to follow the example of these large blogs and focus on commercialization, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m just not interested in focusing on follower numbers, views, and marketing strategies. I understand those things and think I could easily follow the “formula” to try to make it happen, but my passion just isn’t there.
What makes me feel alive is sharing my art, my poetry, my experiences and lessons learned from this whole crazy experience called life. I like to share my pain, my joy, my sadness, my hopes, my dreams, and my heart. I like to read other blogs that focus mostly on the same types of things. It may mean I never become a superstar, and neither will my WP friends, but I enjoy our communication and heart-to-heart connection so much more than large numbers ♥
Poetry – Child Slavery
When I was a kid, I would buy my parents cigarettes, I would lie for them, I would steal for them, I would deliver their meals, I would pick up the debris after explosive arguments, then I would nurse their wounds (both emotional and physical). I was a servant, pasting on a fake smile while hatred and rage bubbled within at my slavery.
