However!  The posts do seem to help people (especially the ones about Lupus) and I adore The Tattoo Project!

AND!  I love having this to come back to when I like.

AND!  I think I am worthy of employment despite some of the posts I have made.  I mean, I am human with all sorts of human thoughts, feelings, and such…does the blog have to be a negative when it is packed with a ton of positives too?

Any thoughts or ideas or suggestions for me?  I would love to hear them!!

I will be getting this done in a little over a week. It will be black and gray with the only color being on the placards of the helmets and the flags on the helmets. The banner will say, “Rest Easy Brothers.”

Reblogged from Notes From The Funny Farm:

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I've spent the last two days watching funerals on TV. West Webster Firefighters Michael Chiapperini and Tomasz Kaczowka were laid to rest and their services were aired live on one of our local news channels. (You can read more about the events that led to their deaths in this post.)

The services were so different. Chiapperini was married with children, and his funeral service focused on his family and on his 25 years with the West Webster Volunteer Fire Department and his 19 years with the Webster Police Department.

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This is a re-post of my post from 11 days ago.  Were yesterday’s events related to my feelings?  Or is there another event on the way?  I can’t help but wonder.

I believe that we all have a 6th Sense and mine is incredibly keen.  It is located somewhere between my gut and wherever my spirituality resides.  I think that is my heart.  So, somewhere in a tangled bowel lies my keen, and often stinky, 6th Sense.  Right now, it reeks!!

I realized I had a 6th Sense when I was about 12 years old.  I was home one evening and I had a very strong feeling that I needed to call a friend NOW because I just felt that she was in a lot of pain.  I called her house and her mom answered the phone.  When my friend got on the phone, she was already (and still) crying.  My reaction was mixed.  Part of me was like, “I knew she was terribly sad.  I am not at all surprised.”  Another part of me was all, “WTF just happened???”  (Only back in 1984 we actually spoke and spelled out the entire phrase; no text codes.)  I was relieved that I acted upon my strong feelings that she needed me to call her.  I was sad that she was so sad.  I was amazed that I KNEW something was wrong with nothing to go on other than a gut feeling.  But mostly, I was freaked out.  I wondered if I had some sort of telepathy.  I finally decided that it was just luck and I didn’t give it another thought.  Until…

About a few years later, I had this weird thought about the same friend.  ”My friend is going to tell me something bad happened to her.”  In fact, my thought was very precise.  To protect the innocent, I won’t disclose the details but I knew exactly what she was going to say happened even though I had absolutely NO way of having a clue that this thing happened.  Sure enough, when we saw each other next, she said to me, “I have to tell you something.”  I almost told her that she didn’t have to tell me and that I knew but I stayed quiet.  If I was wrong, it would have been incredibly embarrassing for both of us.  I wasn’t wrong though; I was dead-on accurate.  And again, I was freaked out.  Not by what she disclosed but by the fact that I knew it before she told me.  I decided that for whatever reason, I had such a strong connection with this friend that whenever she was really hurting, we connected via some sort of energy in the air.  I know it seems strange.  It seemed incredibly strange to me but it had to be the case as far as I was concerned.

Ever since then, I have had similar situations with different people; people that I feel very close to and even one person who I considered to be a friend but not a very close friend.

One morning while I was sleeping, I heard the phone ring.  My husband answered it and I heard him say, “Oh my God.  I am so sorry.  Of course I will tell her for you.”  He hung up the phone and I said to my husband, “You don’t need to tell me; I know.”  He said, “You know what?”  I answered that I knew that my friend just called to tell me that her baby just died.  He asked me how I knew and all I could say was, “I just did.”  This time, I was completely heartbroken and devastated.  I loved that baby as if he were my own.  I had no way of knowing that this would happen as it was sudden and unexpected.  I was instantly in a deep and painful mourning but I wasn’t freaked out that I knew before he told me.  I guess I had accepted that these things just come to me sometimes.

I started to think it is God telling me these things in order to either make me available to someone in need or to prepare me for something painful to come.

By now, I am guessing that you think I am whacked.  Believe me, I understand.  But wait.  There’s more and it gets even crazier!!

One day, I went to the firehouse to hang out and run calls.  A friend of mine (a fellow firefighter) was there.  I knew he was there because his truck was in the parking lot but when I went inside, I couldn’t find him.  I immediately got scared.  I looked in the kitchen, the lounge, the radio room, and the apparatus bay.  Still no sign of him.  I told myself that I needed to check the bathroom but before I did, I prepared myself for what steps I would take if (when?) I found him dead.  I would run to the radio room, call the dispatcher to activate our tones so that help would come.  Then I would grab the medical bag and AED out of the ambulance and get to work.  I was just about to knock on the door to the men’s room when I noticed the light in the meeting room on.  I went in there and found him doing work.  I screamed at him that he scared the shit out of me and that I thought he was dead in the bathroom.  We had a good laugh over how ridiculous that was.  4 weeks later, we got an ambulance call for a male found unresponsive, not breathing, no pulse and before the dispatcher even gave the address, I knew it was the same person I thought I would find dead at the firehouse.  He was dead before we got there and there was nothing we could do for him.

This convinced me that God does indeed prepare me for something bad that is about to happen.

About 7 years ago, I started losing my hair and I had really itchy skin lesions on my chest.  I made an appointment with a Dermatologist.  When I walked in the office for the first time, the doctor asked me what was wrong.  I told her, “I have Lupus.”  She asked me if I was diagnosed with it and I said that I wasn’t but I JUST KNOW.  She told me it wasn’t Lupus and did a skin test to determine what I was allergic to.  It turned out that I was allergic to an ingredient in my shampoo.  ”See?  It is just allergies.  You are going to be okay.”  4 years later, I was diagnosed with Lupus.

And for my last anecdotal account of my past messages from I-don’t-know-where-or-who-but-believe-it-is-God, shortly after I was diagnosed with Lupus, I went to visit my sister.  She didn’t feel good and she was doubled over in pain.  I told her she needed to get to the doctor right away because usually when I see people who look like that, they are in an ambulance on the way to the ED.  I told her that it seemed like she had kidney stones.  She went to the doctor and she did have kidney stones.  About two weeks later (ish), I was sitting in bed and I thought to myself, “I think my sister has cancer.”  She called me later that day and told me she was diagnosed with cancer.  I almost reflexively said, “I know” but I stopped myself because I didn’t want to upset her more.

So why did I just spend so much time telling you all of that?  Because…here I go again!!  Only this time, it is about me and needless to say, I am a bit freaked out.

Lately, and I don’t know why (but I am terrified that I really DO know why), I have been having this incredibly strong feeling that I am going to die soon.  These thoughts have been coming to me since about September.  I am not thinking that I want to die because I don’t!!! These thoughts are not suicidal ideations, they seem more like informational.  Whenever these thoughts come to mind, sometimes I allow them to stay and mull it over a bit and other times, I ask myself, “Why the hell are you thinking this way, Nicki?  Stop it!”

About a month after I started having these thoughts, I found a lump in my breast.  I immediately freaked out but then decided that since it was that lovely time of the month and I always feel something that turns out to be nothing, I needn’t panic yet.  3 weeks later, I checked again and it was still there.  I called the doctor the next day and the day after that, he checked me over and felt it too.  He told me that he thought it was a cyst but he ordered a mammogram and ultrasound, which I had done today.  I can’t tell you how terrified I was to see a big black spot on the ultrasound monitor when the technician moved the wand over the “lump area.”  All I could think of was, “How am I supposed to take an exam on Monday when I have cancer??”  The doctor came in and told me that he believes it is a benign cyst.  He said, “We define this as a mass that requires observation.”  He said that I do not need a biopsy right now.  I need to check it at least monthly and if I notice any changes at all, I am to get further testing done right away.  If there are no changes, he wants another mammogram and ultrasound in 6 months.  I left there feeling relieved and still scared at the same time.  My husband reassured me that if this doctor had any thoughts that it was cancer, he would have sent me for more tests.  I know he is right.

But why am I still thinking that I am going to die soon???  God, please don’t let this be another one of Your messages.  Although I consider it a gift at times, I really want to be wrong just this once!!!

About a year ago (or was it two?), I started to notice a marked decline in my memory.  Prior to this, I would forget things and didn’t give it much thought.  I would write it off as being busy, having a lot on my mind, ADD, yadda yadda.  You know how it is.  You go to the grocery store to buy milk and buy everything but the milk.  You enter a room to retrieve something and once you get there, you can’t remember what you went to get.  You look for your eyeglasses for a half-hour before you realize they are on your face (or is that just me?)  Or my personal favorite, WHILE DRINKING FROM YOUR CUP OF COFFEE,  you tell yourself, “Crap!  I went to the kitchen to make my coffee and I forgot to make it (sip)!”  After a while, these things really started to irritate me.  I was so frustrated with myself and told myself that I really need to focus more.

But a year ago (or was it two?), things got noticeably worse and I started to feel less frustrated with myself and more scared.  I first noticed it during a fire department drill when my Chief told me that I had told someone to do something and they disregarded my command.  I answered to him that I didn’t remember telling that person to do that.  He said that I did and I repeated that I didn’t remember.  Not wanting to fight, he dropped the issue.  I honestly had ZERO recollection of ever giving that other person the command.  I was upset that my chief was so determined that I said something that I couldn’t remember.  My chief has a great memory.  If he said he heard me say it, I must have said it BUT I COULDN’T REMEMBER IT AT ALL.  This scared me.  I mulled it over for about 3 days before it all came back to me.  I DID give the command and my command was disregarded.  Since that incident, there were a number of similar incidents.  He would give me a direction or a suggestion and I would agree with it and then completely forget about that conversation.  Understandably, it would upset him.  He thought I was arguing with him that the conversation never occurred.  On the contrary, I 100% believed him that the conversation occurred and I 100% had NO recollection of the conversation.  I was getting very frightened.  When my husband asked me one day, “When was Freud born?” and I couldn’t answer it, I freaked out.  I had been studying Freud for 7 years.  How the heck could I have forgotten that?  I couldn’t even give an estimated guess and when I finally did, I was off by about 70 years.  What the hell was happening to me??

Knowing that Lupus can affect the brain, I expressed my concern about my memory lapses to my Rheumatologist.  I told him that I was constantly forgetting things.  I forgot important conversations, dates, things on my to-do list, and I was having a terrible time recalling simple words.  I explained how I sat in the kitchen for about 3 minutes trying to remember the word “pork.”  I kept saying, “It’s not chicken, not beef.  It’s white meat.  What the hell is it?”  Finally, my son said, “Pork, Mom!”  I felt so embarrassed.  In fact, I wrote another post about my memory problems here (and yes, I just remembered that I have written about this before).  My doc sent me for an MRI and it came back clean.  Of course, I was thrilled that the MRI came back okay but it didn’t relieve my fears.  After all, I AM forgetting so much regardless of what the MRI shows.  Now it just means that there isn’t an easy explanation for it.  It also doesn’t help me to know that the plaques and tangles that are indicative of Alzheimer’s can’t be seen in MRI’s AND that those plaques and tangles actually can begin to develop in the late 20′s to early 30′s.  So while we are all going about our daily lives thinking our memory loss is due to being busy, it could very well be early stages of Alzheimer’s!!  Yes, sometimes ignorance is total bliss!!

Well, my memory has not gotten any better.  I actually thought for a couple days last week that it was getting better but it has gotten worse.  For example:

• If it isn’t written down, I won’t remember it.
• I thought I had OCD because every single day when I leave my house, I either run back inside or turn my truck around and drive back home to check to see if I unplugged the curling iron.  I only need to check once but I have NEVER left the house confident that I unplugged the curling iron.  As hard as I try, I just can’t remember unplugging the damn thing.  I talked with my professor about this and she thinks that it is a problem with attention and mindfulness, not OCD.  That made me feel a lot better and since she told me that, I now verbalize out loud, “I am unplugging the curling iron now.”  When I leave the house, I still don’t remember unplugging the curling iron but I do remember saying that I unplugged the curling iron so I don’t need to turn around and check again.
• My husband puts my daily pills in a little cup for me to take every morning.  I often go to take my meds and find the cup empty then have to call my husband to ask if he put the pills in the cup because I don’t remember taking them.
• Yesterday, for a period of 5 minutes, I could not, for the life of me remember if my son’s birthday was on the 8th or the 28th of January.  Then I started to wonder if January was the correct month.  After 5 minutes, the 28th started to sound more familiar to me so I started to believe that was the correct date.  (Yes, he was born on January 28th and thankfully, I didn’t need to get on Facebook to verify if that was the correct date like I thought I would have to do.  Although typing that now, I am doubting myself again).
• Yesterday morning, I went Christmas shopping.  I was going to get my MIL a gift card for Joann Fabrics.  I went to TJ Maxx and found something in the jewelry case that I liked for her and spent a full 15 minutes holding the item in my hand, pondering if that was a better gift.  I decided it was and was thrilled with my purchase.  As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I said to myself, “Shit!  I forgot to get my MIL her gift!  Wait?  Didn’t I just get her something?  Yes.  I got her the jewelry.  Didn’t I?”

I really don’t know what is going on with me but something is definitely wrong with my memory.  My doc said he doesn’t think natural supplements work to improve it and although I tried Luminosity.com, I never remember to go to the site.  I am trying to be more mindful.  I am trying to rely LESS on lists because I know that by leaning on that crutch, I am not exercising my brain enough.  Why would it have to remember if I write everything down for it?  But I am so scared to forget something!

How about you?  Have you had any memory problems or do you have any ideas for improving memory?  If so, leave a comment now before you forget!  =)

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Reblogged from The Wicked Wit Of The West:

I believe that we all have a 6th Sense and mine is incredibly keen.  It is located somewhere between my gut and wherever my spirituality resides.  I think that is my heart.  So, somewhere in a tangled bowel lies my keen, and often stinky, 6th Sense.  Right now, it reeks!!

I realized I had a 6th Sense when I was about 12 years old.  I was home one evening and I had a very strong feeling that I needed to call a friend NOW because I just felt that she was in a lot of pain.  I called her house and her mom answered the phone.  When my friend got on the phone, she was already (and still) crying.  My reaction was mixed.  Part of me was like, “I knew she was terribly sad.  I am not at all surprised.”  Another part of me was all, “WTF just happened???”  (Only back in 1984 we actually spoke and spelled out the entire phrase; no text codes.)  I was relieved that I acted upon my strong feelings that she needed me to call her.  I was sad that she was so sad.  I was amazed that I KNEW something was wrong with nothing to go on other than a gut feeling.  But mostly, I was freaked out.  I wondered if I had some sort of telepathy.  I finally decided that it was just luck and I didn’t give it another thought.  Until…

About a few years later, I had this weird thought about the same friend.  ”My friend is going to tell me something bad happened to her.”  In fact, my thought was very precise.  To protect the innocent, I won’t disclose the details but I knew exactly what she was going to say happened even though I had absolutely NO way of having a clue that this thing happened.  Sure enough, when we saw each other next, she said to me, “I have to tell you something.”  I almost told her that she didn’t have to tell me and that I knew but I stayed quiet.  If I was wrong, it would have been incredibly embarrassing for both of us.  I wasn’t wrong though; I was dead-on accurate.  And again, I was freaked out.  Not by what she disclosed but by the fact that I knew it before she told me.  I decided that for whatever reason, I had such a strong connection with this friend that whenever she was really hurting, we connected via some sort of energy in the air.  I know it seems strange.  It seemed incredibly strange to me but it had to be the case as far as I was concerned.

Ever since then, I have had similar situations with different people; people that I feel very close to and even one person who I considered to be a friend but not a very close friend.

One morning while I was sleeping, I heard the phone ring.  My husband answered it and I heard him say, “Oh my God.  I am so sorry.  Of course I will tell her for you.”  He hung up the phone and I said to my husband, “You don’t need to tell me; I know.”  He said, “You know what?”  I answered that I knew that my friend just called to tell me that her baby just died.  He asked me how I knew and all I could say was, “I just did.”  This time, I was completely heartbroken and devastated.  I loved that baby as if he were my own.  I had no way of knowing that this would happen as it was sudden and unexpected.  I was instantly in a deep and painful mourning but I wasn’t freaked out that I knew before he told me.  I guess I had accepted that these things just come to me sometimes.

I started to think it is God telling me these things in order to either make me available to someone in need or to prepare me for something painful to come.

By now, I am guessing that you think I am whacked.  Believe me, I understand.  But wait.  There’s more and it gets even crazier!!

One day, I went to the firehouse to hang out and run calls.  A friend of mine (a fellow firefighter) was there.  I knew he was there because his truck was in the parking lot but when I went inside, I couldn’t find him.  I immediately got scared.  I looked in the kitchen, the lounge, the radio room, and the apparatus bay.  Still no sign of him.  I told myself that I needed to check the bathroom but before I did, I prepared myself for what steps I would take if (when?) I found him dead.  I would run to the radio room, call the dispatcher to activate our tones so that help would come.  Then I would grab the medical bag and AED out of the ambulance and get to work.  I was just about to knock on the door to the men’s room when I noticed the light in the meeting room on.  I went in there and found him doing work.  I screamed at him that he scared the shit out of me and that I thought he was dead in the bathroom.  We had a good laugh over how ridiculous that was.  4 weeks later, we got an ambulance call for a male found unresponsive, not breathing, no pulse and before the dispatcher even gave the address, I knew it was the same person I thought I would find dead at the firehouse.  He was dead before we got there and there was nothing we could do for him.

This convinced me that God does indeed prepare me for something bad that is about to happen.

About 7 years ago, I started losing my hair and I had really itchy skin lesions on my chest.  I made an appointment with a Dermatologist.  When I walked in the office for the first time, the doctor asked me what was wrong.  I told her, “I have Lupus.”  She asked me if I was diagnosed with it and I said that I wasn’t but I JUST KNOW.  She told me it wasn’t Lupus and did a skin test to determine what I was allergic to.  It turned out that I was allergic to an ingredient in my shampoo.  ”See?  It is just allergies.  You are going to be okay.”  4 years later, I was diagnosed with Lupus.

And for my last anecdotal account of my past messages from I-don’t-know-where-or-who-but-believe-it-is-God, shortly after I was diagnosed with Lupus, I went to visit my sister.  She didn’t feel good and she was doubled over in pain.  I told her she needed to get to the doctor right away because usually when I see people who look like that, they are in an ambulance on the way to the ED.  I told her that it seemed like she had kidney stones.  She went to the doctor and she did have kidney stones.  About two weeks later (ish), I was sitting in bed and I thought to myself, “I think my sister has cancer.”  She called me later that day and told me she was diagnosed with cancer.  I almost reflexively said, “I know” but I stopped myself because I didn’t want to upset her more.

So why did I just spend so much time telling you all of that?  Because…here I go again!!  Only this time, it is about me and needless to say, I am a bit freaked out.

Lately, and I don’t know why (but I am terrified that I really DO know why), I have been having this incredibly strong feeling that I am going to die soon.  These thoughts have been coming to me since about September.  I am not thinking that I want to die because I don’t!!! These thoughts are not suicidal ideations, they seem more like informational.  Whenever these thoughts come to mind, sometimes I allow them to stay and mull it over a bit and other times, I ask myself, “Why the hell are you thinking this way, Nicki?  Stop it!”

About a month after I started having these thoughts, I found a lump in my breast.  I immediately freaked out but then decided that since it was that lovely time of the month and I always feel something that turns out to be nothing, I needn’t panic yet.  3 weeks later, I checked again and it was still there.  I called the doctor the next day and the day after that, he checked me over and felt it too.  He told me that he thought it was a cyst but he ordered a mammogram and ultrasound, which I had done today.  I can’t tell you how terrified I was to see a big black spot on the ultrasound monitor when the technician moved the wand over the “lump area.”  All I could think of was, “How am I supposed to take an exam on Monday when I have cancer??”  The doctor came in and told me that he believes it is a benign cyst.  He said, “We define this as a mass that requires observation.”  He said that I do not need a biopsy right now.  I need to check it at least monthly and if I notice any changes at all, I am to get further testing done right away.  If there are no changes, he wants another mammogram and ultrasound in 6 months.  I left there feeling relieved and still scared at the same time.  My husband reassured me that if this doctor had any thoughts that it was cancer, he would have sent me for more tests.  I know he is right.

But why am I still thinking that I am going to die soon???  God, please don’t let this be another one of Your messages.  Although I consider it a gift at times, I really want to be wrong just this once!!!

Broken backs,

Behind in school,

Mom, I have a bowling match!

Legal advice,

3 days of training,

Exams to study for

My strength is straining.

Keep telling myself

You won’t break!

Just 2 more weeks

For Christ sake!

And just when I think

I can get over this hump,

I feel the dreaded…

There’s a lump.

Doctor’s visit,

Mammogram set,

Blood pressure at

Its highest point yet.

I want to cry

But I have no time

To do much more

Than this fucking rhyme

Under ONE condition.  Okay, TWO conditions.  CRAP…THREE conditions.  NO WAIT, FOUR, FOUR WONDERFUL CONDITIONS, AH HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!

(You were supposed to say that in the Count’s voice.  If you didn’t do that, please go read it again only properly this time).

The four conditions are:

#1) A cup of coffee larger than the size of  my bladder and hotter than magma is  A MUST!!!

#2) No jackets allowed!!!  I will freeze my t*ts off but I hate wearing jackets in the stores.

#3)  ABSOLUTELY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (and this actually should be number 2) LOOKING AT ADS PRIOR TO BLACK FRIDAY BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS ON SALE ONLY TO HAVE IT BE GONE WHEN I GET THERE OR HAVE TO TURN INTO ROCKY BALBOA OVER A BLENDER.  Yo, Adrian!!!!

#4) No cart, no shopping!!!  I refuse to look like this in the store!

From left, Cheryl Hodyna and her daughter, Amanda May try to carry all of there purchases at Kohl’s on Black Friday morning. (Press Photo/Hollyn Johnson)

#5) I know I said I have four conditions.  Just accept that I lied and move on.  #5)  No, I won’t hold your stuff!!!  If I won’t hold my own crap, what makes you think I will hold yours??

#6) This kind of goes without saying but I must have money!!!!!  I really don’t understand why people go shopping on Black Friday with only $7.53 to their name.  You people are insane.  Go back to bed!!!

#7)  I do NOT wait in lines to ENTER THE STORE as if I am waiting to meet….oh….I don’t know.  Who would I wait THAT LONG in line to meet?  Jesus Christ.  That is about it.  He is so good and so hot (according to rumors anyway).  So yeah, I will not wait in line to enter a store unless Jesus Christ or Our Almighty Father is inside the store.  And nooooo I don’t mean in spirit…I mean in flesh and blood….or at least in a huge brighter-than-the-sun-but-somehow-I-can-still-look-at-it-without-burning-my-retinas flaming ball somewhere between the Starbucks and the bathrooms.  NOT near the electronics because you never go near the electronics on Black Friday!!  Which leads me to condition #8…

#8)  Stay the heck away from the electronics on Black Friday!  Unless I am one of the first 10 people in the store (and that will never happen.  Refer to #7), I stand NO chance at getting an IPod for 75 cents.  And even if I did….I would rather pay full price AND stick toothpicks in my eyes to avoid standing in the electronics line!!!!

#9)  If you want to go Black Friday shopping with me, PLAN ON WAITING IN LINE (for the register) FOR 2 HOURS AND DON’T BITCH ABOUT HOW PACKED THE STORE IS OR HOW LONG YOU HAVE TO WAIT!  I don’t care how many times I warn people that the stores will be standing-room only and the wait will be insane yet they still have the nerve to look surprised and worse, ruin my fun by complaining the whole time!!

And #10) and this should be #1…yes, even before the coffee…THIS is NEVER, EVER ACCEPTABLE!!!!!

Image taken from http://theeconomiccollapseblog.com

IT IS JUST STUFF, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!! IF I EVER SEE ANYONE KNOCK OVER AN ELDERLY PERSON SO YOU CAN GET 10 BUCKS OFF OF A STOCK POT, YOU WILL WISH YOU HADN’T DONE THAT!!!

How about you?  Do you go shopping on Black Friday and if so, do you have your own rules?