A Woman’s Anger:
Nobody Knows
That this is going to be off the wall subject: A man almost NEVER understands a woman’s anger.
I remember, when my dad had a stroke, and was lying in his bed, pulling on his weinie, (He did that a lot) paralyzed from his stroke, not talking…and my mother, who was still working came in and started yelling at him, for not taking his hands off his weinie. She just lost it.
“Mom! Stop it! He can’t help it, he’s brain damaged. He can’t even comprehend why you are pissed off.?”
At the time, I thought she was VERY cruel, because clearly, he was suffering enough.
Well, I’m older now. And when you get older you start going over your life, because you have the time to think. And I thought about why my mom lost it. She broke, and God knows, she had good reason to.
For years, she supported the family. She owned and operated a union shop, with over 20 to 30 employees at a time, she worked in every department, did the billing, answered the phone, worked in the bindery, the photo room, and ran the shop and the salesmen. She did everything. The only thing my dad did for most of her life was drive her to work.
Then he’d walk around the shop, and go out and make sales calls he said. But what he really did was go play golf. Every day. And his golf was not cheap.
She took care of my brother and I. After work, she would come home and cook dinner. Clean as much of the house as she could. Go to bed, and get up the next day and do it again. And she worked many weekends.
She never complained.
But…when my father had his stroke, she had to learn to drive herself to work everyday. And THAT was what broke her.
She was little, 4’8 inches. Her feet did not reach the peddles, she couldn’t see to get on a highway, so she had to take the side streets through the roughest neighborhoods in the city. It took her an hour to get to work, double the time had she been able to get on the highway and get there faster.
I could have drove her, sure. But I always got home from work at 3 in the morning and she got up at 5am.
So, when she saw my father laying there, I’m sure she was pissed off because he had, he had the best life…thanks to her. Sure he died young, 63, but she would be left alone to take care of it all. Her son didn’t want the business.
Her daughter, (me) well, it was the son who was to take it over. That was just her generation’s thought.
So, he was dying and leaving her alone. I’m sure she thought he would live until they retired together.
What’s the message here? Women NEED men. If only to drive them to work. So many women work, come home and cook…take care of the kids, sure it’s changing…both men and woman now have to work, and hopefully share in the chores around the house. Has it changed that much?
I don’t know.
So, next time your woman gets angry, find out WHY. Listen to her, and try to help out guys.
Sometimes, a woman just breaks. You work? Well, so does she.
Look back on life…and don’t wait until you retire. Think of a situation where you thought someone was being cruel, and then reassess the reason. Not everyone will tell you the truth or what they are going through.
And maybe, just maybe, you won’t judge them so harshly.
I should have gone over and hugged her, but the synpathy for my father was too strong.
There are ALWAYS two sides to every story, isn’t there? I wish I had left my ’empathy’ for my father at the door. It’s just that, both parents all my life, seem to be happy with their lot.
Who knew my mother was breaking? I didn’t. She was a tough one. But that morning, she screamed her head off and all the pent up frustrations came out.
What do you do when your wife explodes?
Life is tough enough for everyone. Go over and give her a big hug. Let her rant.
We need to give more hugs in this world to make it through.
REMEMBER: Most of us do NOT have perfect Vision…Elon Musk’s Driverless cars will save lives
Nobody Knows
Every morning, I would watch out my kitchen window, and watch old Mrs. Estep backing out her car, and I would say out loud: “She going to hit it! She’s going to hit it again!? Wait! Go left, Go RIGHT! ahh…oh, NO! Mrs. Estep…LOOK OUT!!
She hit it again. Her mail box. Crunch. Poor thing. It was only about the 6th time she had backed into it, and her family took away her license, and her car. They knew it was time.
Next time it might be a kid.
She lived next door, and by herself, her husband having died many years ago. The car was the only freedom she had left in this world. And she was furious about it. She was 85. I could see her point, and tried to imagine MY future prison (YOU CAN”T GO ANYWHERE sentence.
“They shouldn’t have done it!” she would say every morning while we were out watering our flowers.
On the other hand, I had another lady friend, 96-year-old, MS Cloe, who never wore glasses, and still had almost perfect vision. Better than mine.
She drove herself everywhere.
Old age hits everyone differently. We have a demented President Biden who is 82 coming up, and President Trump, 78, who will be running against each other in the next Presidential election.
Clearly, Trump still has his mental faculty intact, but Biden lost his somewhere on a desert island where his dad was eaten by cannibals. Or was it his uncle? I don’t remember. (LOL) They should have not even LET him near the nuclear buttons. Clearly, they are just rolling him out for speeches now, and rolling him back into his soft but expensive White House cage.
The point here is, there are 55 million people over the age of 65 in the United States. Not all of them have great eyesight or can even drive very well…And who knows how many illegals even KNOW how to drive and are on our highways?
And let’s not just pick on the old: Millions of people who drive have vision problems.
Like me. I had a lazy eye as a kid. They made me wear a pirate patch over my lazy eye and I had to wear it in school. Did it fix the eye? No. To this day, I have stigmatism in both eyes, one eye is far-sighted, one eye is near-sighted, and so I wear glasses when I drive. But my dept perception is pretty bad. I haven’t hit a mailbox yet, but I slow down when I have to go around a car.
The other night, I had to drive, for the first time, my husband’s sports car. So, I was backing it in past the house, and my lazy eye was not helping. Even with glasses. I must have backed up at least 6 times to make sure I didn’t hit the house.
And please, point out to me anyone who hasn’t had trouble parallel parking.
They did fix that problem in some of the newer cars. The newer cars have screens…to help you back up.
NEWSFLASH: Not everyone HAS a newer car.
I also had trouble backing up. I had learned to look over my shoulder to back up, which was fine when I was 16. But now, I couldn’t see up over the seat. And it hurt to jam my shoulder and twist just to see behind me.
Then it dawned on me: SO THAT’s it. That Elon Musk, he sure is a genius.
He tells us if we don’t go to other planets, sooner or later the human race will not survive. He’s right about that.
Pity. The only thing aliens will see is old reruns of I Love Lucy. Or Bonanza. Or even the Senile Ed Sullivan. And when they see our video games, they will want to invade us for sure. We will be exterminated by some alien who watched Diablo on his intergalactic TV.
As much as most of were against Electric cars, I think it’s time we rethink this…
It’s not just to save us all from running out of oil, and polluting the planet…no, it’s actually to save lives. Because Newsflash morons:
MOST OF US do NOT HAVE 20/20 vision. Elon’s camera’s and computers will see much better than any human.
Not to mention all the distraction we have now: cell phones, talking, looking down at your coffee, trying to find the right radio channel or favorite song, trying to pick up the soda from McDonalds you spilled, or the kids fighting in the backseat. And CD’s …you have to push a lot of buttons. And when you’re going 60, and have to look at a screen, a split second can mean life or death.
Add in we now have less cops, bigger potholes, and people from other countries who want to drive like they do in Kenya’s favorite cities. We are talking millions of lives being injured or killed.
Elon doesn’t mention this of course, but you bet he knows. And like a good father, he is gently but firmly pushing his children into safety of a driverless car.
His engineers will someday have a car that drives itself. Or a taxi that will come pick you up, and if you are me, and cuss at everybody riding your bumper going 65 mph, you will LOVE not having to get behind the wheel.
This will take time of course, But Elon has it all figured out. He has future radar embedded in his brain, and it just comes to him. How long did it take for ME to have this brain fart? LOL. Trying to miss my garage. TOOK me long enough.
He truly not only wants to have the best cars, his Cybertrucks will be almost invincible in the next global war.
Cops will want one. Cartels will want one. Black gang leaders will want one. Politicians will CERTAINLY want one. And the average guy going out to his boat to fish will want one to pull it.
Heck , I would want one. Just to lie in the back and look at the stars. (That’s still my dream.)
So, once again, the man who sees eons into the future, whether we like it or not, really has our best interests in his heart.
We ARE going to need to change the whole transportation system, with more electric, and better roads. He’s right.
Sure, there are a lot of problems with not being able to find a station to charge. And it takes longer, but I’m sure Elon and his teams will always improve every single problem, even if one at a time. If we didn’t have regulations and politicians always putting our money into the rest of the world, these problems woudl probably already be taken care of.
So, If I was on Elon’s team, I’d suggest they might start reminding people of how much safer an electric car will be in the future, BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE NEED TO THINK ABOUT…your eyes.
Nobody is thinking about how, as humans, we make a LOT of mistakes, and not with our eyes.
Colorblindness too…Elon will probably solve that with Nero link.
Just think about it…Elon again, sees the future road, and the rest of us are just like children, trying to hold onto our cuddly Teddy Bears and what we know.
We are like children in many ways.
Sometimes, father Elon does know best. And I hope I live to ride in one, because I’m sure the back seats are going to be simply as comfortable as your own bed.
Nobody’s Perfect: But I suggest we can leave the driving to…Elon.
He’s about as perfect as fixing humanities problems as they come.
And yes, this always happens when progress goes faster than the normal human brain can figure out.
Now, please take my cell phone. I think it’s talking to me.
Nobody Flashes a Must Watch Video
Summer is here, and we are all outside, watching the TV, our cell phones, nobody is really paying attention to what’s REALLY happening to free speech right now.
So, you’d better watch this. I did. I had no idea this was going on with the morons in Congress.
Yeah, it’s Saturday night, and do you know where your President is?
Elon’s Neurolink Will Prove to Be Amazing.
Nobody Wonders
Recently, I was listening to some pundit on TV discuss Elon Musk’s great achievement with his company Neurolink. They weren’t so sure that Elon, or anybody for that matter, should be messing around with the human brain.
Like most people, fear ruled their minds. Basically, that nobody should put electronic chips into brains, the human brain was one of the most magnificent computers, never to be understood, or even messed with. As we can see from Elon’s brain alone, it does seem logical.
And I always held that line of thought…but…let me tell you a story about my own experience.
As I told you yesterday, my father also had a massive stroke. It started slowly at first. One time he fell on the golf course. The men thought he was drunk. He got tired easily, and had headaches. I really was too busy with my own life to be concerned.
But one day, I walked into the kitchen and he was lying on the kitchen floor. It was a Friday afternoon.
“Dad…what are you DOING down there?”
“I was trying to get the dog some food.”
He kept raising his right arm up and down, and so, I got him in the car and took him to the nearest urgent care, where the doctor told us to have him see a doctor, on Monday morning.
Well, we knew THAT was BS. So, we drove him to a hospital downtown. It was a Friday night. No doctors were on call. So they put him in a bed and said he’d see one on Monday.
He went glassy eyed, drugged, and slept.
What we didn’t know at the time, was that, blood was being dispersed all over his brain, so much in fact that for the next year, they couldn’t see a thing, because of all the blood covering up the brain images.
So much for hospitals on weekends. If you are over 60, you will be triaged.
He could still talk, was still sort of in the know…and then, one day, a doctor asked permission to insert a long needle down into his brain to see WHAT had caused the damage. They said that it had a 90% rate of success.
The next day, when I came into the hospital room, Dad was delirious. He was hallucinating that Spanish Horses were out in the parking lot out his window. He was thrashing about, talking, clearly something they had hit in that probe had damaged him further.
It was downhill from then on in. My father was 63. He lived quite a while, paralyzed, and I took care of him at home. He was heavy to lift, but somehow I managed to hop up on the bed and stradle:Take a deep breathe, and lift.
Now, having gone through this, you would THINK, since I had watched my father’s struggle with his brain, I would think Elon’s research into the brain was kind of dangerious to say the least. They finally determined after he died, that two huge cancerous tumors caused the stroke.
Because I watched my father’s brain slowly disappear with each day, and he KNEW it was going, I have come to a different conclusion about the human brain.
You CAN fix it.
Let me say this: Elon is doing something that no man on the planet would ever think of doing. Recently, he gave a man, who couldn’t even move his hands, the gift of using JUST HIS MIND, to move a cursor on the internet.
THINK about that. Really.
The small implant they put in his brain gave this man the incredible, miraculous, gift of being able to even play a video game…WITH HIS MIND!!
Someday, Elon will make a blind man see. You can bet on it.
Elon Musk, and his teams of great minds, are doing things for the human race that are so unbelievable that frankly, not only is Elon a national treasure, we should have government agencies protecting him at all times.
The advancements in neurology will be discovered, and that will benefit the whole human race.
So, yes…even though I saw the demise in my father, my mother, on the hand, kept her brilliant mind until the day she died of pneumonia. I know. I was there.
She just lost a part of her speech. With Elon’s research, in the future, they will be able to put in a small chip and bring that back, without making you repeat nursery rhymes!
(My mother hated that.)
Yes, the human mind is an incredible thing. But God has given us the best one on the planet.
And we should calm our fears, and let the rocket man, take control.
To the moon, to Mars, and to the inner mind of the human race, what can’t that man do?
Who knows? Maybe one day, with the research being done by Neurolink, Human brains and the memories can be recorded and replayed in the demented mind, and Alzheimer’s patients will no longer forget their loved ones.
With Elon Musk?
Anything is possible. Most anything. And we will live to see it happen.
You can bet your new Tesla stock on that one: (vote yes!)
(By the way…sorry Biden. You might have to wait.)
The Caretaker’s Cry
Nobody’s Knows
I just got back from walking around the 7th floor of the local hospital on the neurology ward, where they put the old, the stroke victims, the brain damaged, the last remants of life awaiting death—the old waiting to die, heads covered in white bandages, holding on to the last breath. Lying…hopelessly, mouths gaping wide open, waiting for the horns of Gabriel.
Waiting for the lost son or daughter to come visit them, in their final hour.
The last floor…the last elevator to heaven so to speak. Will this be me someday? Waiting for my long lost son to come say goodbye?
Well, I’ve been on this 7th floor too many time, and I am determined to NOT even go to the 7th floor. I’ll go straight to hell first.
That’s a promise.
I was here again…yesterday, and today. Again, in this God forsaken place of disenfectant sweat.
My husband waited much too long to go the ER, and he was the youngest to be parked on a corner room. Just turned 60 last month. For 2 weeks I begged him to go to the ER. But he wouldn’t.
What man does what his wife begs him to do?
Not many. Certainly not mine.
I listened to him shout in pain because he couldn’t move his arm, his fingers, they were numb, and then the hand shaking…and MRI an XRAYS showed nothing. The doctors took the wrong pictures…so, finally, he called a neurologist who told him to hurry and get to the ER.
“I should have listened to you.” he said.
“You never have, I’m used to it.” I said. He knew I was still pissed off…and then the “beep, beep, beep,” of his blood pressure machine went on.
I slowly got up and turned it off. “Honey, I’d better go, I upset you too much.”
As I walked down the corridor, pass the nurses stations, I couldn’t help but remember…
In 2000, my mother suffered a massive hemorrhagic stroke, which left her paralyzed and bed ridden. Both my mother AND my father ended up on this floor.
I quit my job, as a musician, to take care of both of them.
I spent many an endless sleepless night listening to her scream in pain. Endless back and fourths to the hospitals. Endless visits for home therapy, nurses, running out for meds, supplies…years of caretaking. YEARS of my own life put on hold.
I had been here too many times before, on this hospital floor…my only friend being a doctor from India who knew my mother was NOT brain dead, as all the other numerologists had claimed.
Latest headline:
DECLARING PATIENTS BRAIN-DEAD OPENS THE LEGAL DOOR TO CONDUCT EXPERIMENTS ON HUMAN-LAB-RATS
They wanted my mothers’ beautiful heart. Three doctors came out of a meeting with the head of the hospital and one doctor smashed the wall coming out of the meeting.
Because I believed that only God could have that heart. But…that’s not how they look on things in the medical profession.
The old, should just die, and give to the young. Smart maybe, but not moral in the least.
And I was thought by one and all to be selfish for trying to keep her alive and comfortable until she died naturally.
My days were filled with hard work…turning her, changing diapers, changing the feeding tube, putting her in the car, taking her to the hospital time and again. They hated me there. They really thought I should let her die.
We kill babies, does that mean we have the right to kill the old by neglect?
Murder is murder, no matter what age.
But it was rough. Nurses get paid. They go home. I had no life for at least 5 years of my life. In fact, my whole life changed after taking care of my parents. I never went back to music, or work.
I became dependent on my husband.
Wait! I didn’t tell you about taking care of my dad?
Yeah, he had a massive stroke too.
(Another blog in my mind about Elon’s Musk’s Neurolink and brain surgery-next blog.)
Yep…I had been here on this floor, too many times before.
And I didn’t want to tell my husband that it wasn’t a good sign that they put him here.
I’m sure, once they get the MRI working, surgery will be needed.
I’ve also been THERE before. Sometimes things happen in surgery. Sometimes.
So, tonight, I’m alone in the house…worrying about the huge cost of the medical bills coming my way, and the possible loss of either a life, or MY life, taking care of another brain damaged family member.
I often wonder what I did in my pass life…there was so much I wanted to do with my life, and yet, here I will be again, taking care of another one.
Many of you will think this is a very selfish woman, “How can you talk that way! He’s your husband!”
I know. I know. It’s just me. What choice do I have? I’m too old to get a job.
But all I can think of, is I was looking forward for once in my life to a new future…one where I could finally concentrate be myself…
And then the self pity come: Everybody has a cross to bear, but why has mine been so heavy? I ask God that question many times…many.
And I keep thinking of this scene from the Godfather..
I look for a sign…what was my life really for? To be the caretaker?
Take it away Al…
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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