Amen!

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She smiles. She throws her hands up and she smiles. Amen!

Amen! is in acrylic, layered with paint and pen. She is 9×6 inches on clipboard. The bright, happy colors complement the young girl’s smile and beautiful orange hair. She’s holding a yellow sunny flower to the sky and is standing beside a yellow and purple heart.

The colors in Amen! are red, brilliant blue, deep purple, orange, yellow, sky blue, leaf green, pink, black and white.

Amen! is special, but is she yours? Please find her in my Etsy store. You may also email me.

Live Free. Create Well.

Faith Magdalene’s Sundrip

Sunshine Sam’s Honey Bath

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Today Sunshine Sam had a prolapsed anus which is when part of the anus slips out of its little designated spot. You can see the pink like bubble on Sam’s butt. It’s very painful.

The best thing to do in this instance is to not panic. He’s going to be OK. A nice warm bath with a little honey in it for 15 minutes sent his little part back where it’s supposed to be. The interesting part is, I got the reverse of the prolapsed anus on film.

In the below one minute excerpt you’ll see Sam’s facial expressions change, his back clinch, his eyes blink, and expressions of this manner.

I’m not a film producer; just a girl with a frog. Sorry for the huge video. However, the moment was too cool to keep to myself.

Sunshine Sam is part of a family of three Australian Green Tree Frogs. He and his siblings are eight years old.

Be safe. Be Authentic.

Faith Magdalene

Something About Van Gogh

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I have something to tell you about my dog Van Gogh. I sent him back bc of his behavior. It’s been bad since we moved here. He’s been fighting with ALL the dogs here, and winning, but still starting fights.

He jumped the mailman unprovoked one time.

Scared a little girl

He growled at my caregiver twice, snapped at her and seriously tried to bite her, all in the same day.

Tuesday he ferociously barked at a dog he previously whipped. The owner quickly moved away but that wasn’t good enough for Van Gogh. He began to wrestle hard with me to break free out of his harness. Then a cat popped out of the bushes to run away from the barking and commotion. Once Van Gogh saw the cat he struggled more and was free.

Van Gogh was angry and out of my control. I didn’t know him any more. I haven’t known him for a week. He’s not acting like the dog I adopted. The honeymoon was over!

The behaviors, specifically the aggression is frightening. When he jumped at the mailman there was zero warning at all, none! He looked at him, growled and jumped. Had he not been on a leash the mailman would have been bitten.

When Van Gogh ran away I immediately called the rescue center I got him from and told them to come get him. I knew he was coming back home because early on when we first moved here I began to teach him how to get home by smell, just in case we ever got separated.

After he fought me I put on lavender perfume and went downstairs. There he was! Wild eyed. Not sure if he wanted back on the leash, but he came anyway.

In the past week he’s peed on me, my wheelchairs, the bed. I just can’t do it anymore! He hasn’t been the same since I move here.

Before this happened I stayed in prayer for a week trying to figure out what to do about him. Then Tuesday he went and fought me to get out of and out of his harness! That was the last straw. So, Van Gogh is gone as of Wednesday morning.

I am relieved. I am saddened that it didn’t work out but I’m relieved that it’s over.

Faith Magdalene

All Is Yes

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I got moved. The company I used was incredible!

My friends were incredible!

I’m still unpacking but what a breath of fresh air to be here, and not there.

In the hallways are many live plants and artwork. If I decide not to cook that’s OK, they serve 3 meals a day downstairs. Despite this being independent living with no medical care given, we are offered 3 meals and a snack.

Behind me is some of my tea collection and a few of my plants. I’ll visit the beautiful indoor community areas for reading and tea from time to time.

Van Gogh is doing well. There’s much more for him to do here. I can walk him more.

I’m where I’m supposed to be. I love that.

Faith Magdalene

Lupus: Destruction. New Home

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Evevn though I’m not over here actively dying of kidney disease I’m kinda flipping out about it. With Lupus the most precious organs you have are the kidneys, lungs and heart. Lupus is going to attack them!

The only thing wrong with my heart is the right branch bundle block and the left bundle block. No artery disease. No failure.

I have three times tested for difficulties with my liver which means I’ll soon see the specialist.

Things are yucky right now. Day after day of yuck. Lupus rolls through damaging whatever is in its path.

Thursday is the move! The place I’m moving to has an entire care system. They have :

  • Independent Apartment Living (me)
  • Assisted Living
  • Nursing Home

There’s a transition program in between Assisted Living and Nursing Home but I don’t remember what it is.

I llike the idea of being set up with a very nice health system on the side of town where a big part of my support system lives.

I hope things go well here. I’m looking forward to a new home.

Faith Magdalene

The Damage. The Appreciation.

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My kidneys are weak but not dead. That’s great news. I’m drinking 64oz of water a day, doctor’s orders. As long as I add a bit of fruit to the water I really don’t mind at all.

I’m in a decent amount of pain because of the inflammation and the rash associated with kidney disease. Who knew the skin could be affected so negatively when the kidneys go down hilll? My back has a nice rash and my legs get so dry that I flake like Tony the Tiger. It’s not great!

There’s been zero art. I look forward to painting in the new place. The new place will also bring two new caregivers because the one I liked so much wasn’t able to continue. In the new place I’ll have a female in the morning and a male aide in the evening. After him I’ll have a person for five hours until midnight. I have overnight care. They’ll lock the door and return in 9 hours.

All that so I can live independently. I appreciate it.

Now for tea.

Crochet Trial 2

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Adjectives were used, many adjectives were used to increase the negative impact of my words and emotions as I fought with the hook and yarn. I looked more like a chimpanzee playing the drums than I did an artisan.

Yes, adjectives and then breathing. I took a time out to breath and get myself in order. These times are different. My brain functions differently after a stroke. I learn through a cloud, a thick cloud.

I have poor eye sight and poor hand eye coordination making crochet rather difficult. But just like before the stroke, I can do the first row all day but I can’t turn. Ridiculousness!

I want to learn certain art forms I can do even if I’m indisposed physically or visually.

Pup Pup is down for the count. He had to go to the dentist for extractions so he’s an unhappy camper right now. Poor guy.

My caregiver won an award for being an outstanding employee. I got a nod for being the client which is significant because others couldn’t work with me but she walked in and nailed it! No call offs. Comes to work on time every day!

Deep breath. There’s much more to do.

With hope

Faith Magdalene

April 4th. Hope.

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I was able to get the new apartment but I no longer believe this is going to stop because I move. It’ll just be on a different playing field.

My new home will bring better neighbors than the horrific individuals I live by right now. It has a more home like feel to the building instead of here which looks like an institution with long, horrible hallways that get worse with each step. It’s truly Stephen King.

At the new place I’ll have to work on the legal aspect of things. I’ll start a new page of my life, where he’ll mess around and find out.

I have every intention of living quietly. I pray for peace. I pray for wisdom and the right words at the right time. I pray for prayer. Yes, that I remember to keep praying because it is my lifeline, my hope.

The scenery will change, and I need that. The neighbors will change, and I need that. But there’s nothing that says this guy is going to let me go this easily, just move out. He thinks he owns me. He harasses me daily. He has harmed me daily is all I can say. This man is either going to harass me there or I’ll never live in that apartment at all due to violence on my person before I get there.

I’ve asked for police help and got hung up on. #RafaelSanchez is someone here in the city I tried to contact, with no success. But that’s all here not at the new place. It WILL be different there. It’s not hopeless. The move is a positive step towards figuring out what on earth is going on with this person who has been openly stalking me for a year now.

I know two things

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A person trying to be helpful gave me a word to describe my situation. I thought it was legitimate and not a delusional disorder for the love of Pete! The man contacted me via social media and said it’s gangstalking. I thought he was trying to be helpful.

Here’s the two things I know for a fact!

1. My upstairs neighbor started harassing me by stomping on the floor, then his behavior escalated. I’m afraid of him and his two friends. He’s stalking and harassing me.

2. None of this is about art sales, as was suggested. Art is helping me survive it, like it has helped me survive so many other things.

Art is my go to coping skill. When stressed it’s natural for me to produce more artwork and post it right in the middle of the ongoing issue. These are my coping skills. I’m taking a Saturday crochet class. Pray for me. Lol. I’ve got to learn.

Faith Magdalene