Refracted Neurons

So I finally went to see a specialist in Asthma and Allergies.  I used to be really bad about this and at one point I got my dermatologist to write a prescription for my inhalor. Oh the days of that word being singular!  Because my asthma has been getting worse I have graduated from the "rescue" Albuterol inahlor to that plus the the twice daily steroid inhalor.  This inhalor tastes like crap and I have to wash my mouth out after using it or I could get a yeast infection in my mouth because steroids depress the immune system. And horray for my immune system!  The reason people have allergic reactions is because their immune system thinks that the allergen is an invading germ.  It gets all revved up and tries to get rid of it; runny nose, sneezing, etc. And then there's the inhalor for my allergies.  At least now I know for sure what I'm allergic to and why I feel sick all the time.  It's because I'm allergic to cats (I have one), dust (I have tha...

I was at Saint V de P today doing something that I really shouldn't do.  It's not a sin, but it really should be; I was buying books.  I have a bookshelf in my little tiny apartment that is exploding with books and the last thing I need is more books.  Anyway, I'm sitting on the floor trying to decide if I really need my own personal copy of My Utmost for His Highest, when someone turns on a radio playing oldies.  At first I was irritated because it sounded awful with the elevator music that was playing over the intercom, but then the clerk in the back started singing.  "Ooooh girl, come back to me . . ." he was good, he was LOUD, and he was even doing the falsetto parts. I don't know about you, but I'm one of those people who sings in their car.  I have seen other people doing this, so I know that I look stupid.  I usually stop singing at intersections so I can pretend that I'm not being an idiot.  Anyway, the situation in St. V de P reminded m...

The mailman who delivers mail to work is really strange.  Not a strange person, but strange for a mailman.  Our past mailmen have all been older and all of them wore a uniform.  This guy is young and never wears a uniform.  The first five times he came to deliver the mail I kept asking him who he was coming to visit.  He looks like someone I went to highschool with.  Not anyone in particular really, just that one type of guy that all the girls had crushes on.  Our old mailman used to say hi and ask how my day was going.  This guy always says, "Hay!" and then smirks at me.  Today after he smirked he said, "Habadoyon," which is mailmanese for "Have a good one."  I carried the mail into my office and started sneezing.  Then I noticed a strange stain on the mail.  Then, I started to smell it.  Yes, our mail was drenched in Polo.  Which begs the question: does he carry cologne in his mailbag?  If so, why?  And i...

Our pastor did a sermon on burn out today.  It was the best sermon I've ever heard him give.  He gave 12 reasons for burn out: 1. Constant opposition 2. Little results 3. Overextended 4. Working outside of our gifts 5. Thinking we are the only ones 6. Going it alone 7. Not enough rest, exercise, food 8. Lack of discernment 9. Associating with negative people 10. Forgetting the basics of prayer, Bible reading, fellowship 11. Doing it for others, not ourselves 12. Setting unattainable goals

but sometimes we have to get sick to remember what it's like to be well. Sometimes we have to break ourselves almost in two just to remember what being whole feels like. Sometimes we have to surround ourselves with hate to realize who loves us and what love is. Sometimes we have to fall into sin to remember how close God is and how He will run to our rescue if we only say the word. This past month I have felt evil in the air so thick that everyone who came into my home got the chills. I have fasted and prayed, fasted and wept. Although I prayed again and again for the binding and the casting out of whatever that was, I found myself running like someone escaping a burning building. I have heard lies told about who I am and what I've done. I will never, ever again let anyone tell me how I feel or who I am. I am a child of God, worthy of being treated with love. I am not exempt from treating others with love. I am not crazy. I am not a temptress. I will not have respect d...

The day after I moved, I told one of my co-workers that I had woke up and thought, "Where am I?"  My co-worker said, "I woke up this morning and thought, Who's she?  And who's her friend?"           While doing a Vebal De-escalation and Containment training I was demonstrating how to get away from someone who is biting you.  Almost all the releases require a volunteer to help demonstrate, except this one.  I said, "The next part is releases from bites, but I don't need someone to bite me."  One of the staff said, "Someone might like that too much!" "I like fast cars and fast men." "I thought it was psycho men." One of my co-workers was talking about being tired because he was old.  I think he may have meant to say that it was hard to be excited about listening to a trainer when youre geriatric, but what he actually said was, "It's hard when you're androgynous."  Another co-worker and I sta...

So here was my day in a nutshell: *My boss and I stopped for coffee this morning at a place called "Pretzel Logic."  It was literally a shack with bars on the window.  We went in and I immediately looked to see what types of pretzels they had.  The answer to that question?  None.  No pretzels.  It had hamburgers, breakfast sandwiches, bagels, you name it. But zero pretzels.  Really, not even the hard mini kind.   *Got CPR/First Aid certified.  Yay!  Good for two more years. *Went back to work and our CEO shows up.  Guess what?  I am the company wide Employee of the Month.  He gave me a really nice letter and a $250 bonus. *Then the sink exploded.  Well, it didn't really explode, but that's how the staff described it.  I'm not a plumber, so I can't really describe what was wrong without using the word "thingy" a lot, but it was the first time that I ever got to turn off the main water valve.  We could...