Saturday, April 23, 2011

The day that time stood still.

Five years ago, my sister almost lost her life.

This is copied straight from her facebook on the first anniversary of her ordeal.

This is for those that don't know and a reminder for those that do. (This is my testimony from 2006.)
A year ago today, Sunday, 23 April 2006, my life almost ended. I had coughed up alot of blood and my mother took me to the VA emergency room. The doctor on duty ran tests and told me I had pulmonary embolisms (blood clots in the lungs). I went back into the waiting area and that's when everything started happening very fast. I had a sudden sharp pain in my right side and I couldn't breathe. My oxygen levels had fallen and my blood count had dropped. They put me on oxygen to help me breathe.
They admitted me into ICU and put me on complete bed rest. I couldn't get up for anything. They did blood work, x-rays, ultrasounds, ct-scans, everything. I had blood clots scattered throughout my body. I had a huge clot that was blocking my right artery to my lung, and smaller clots that were blocking the left lung. I had clots in both legs. Let me add that I also had a broken ankle and was in a cast and had developed pneumonia in my right lung. My mother stayed camped out in the waiting room the entire time.
That night while in ICU, I prayed to the Lord and asked Him was it my time to go. He told me that I was going to have a testimony. And the way I see it, that meant I was going to have to be here in order to tell my testimony. They were drawing blood every two hours, constantly giving me blood thinners. The next day my friends came to visit. My assistant minister, Minister Nelson came to pray with us. My pastor, Rev. Banks and his friend, Rev. Palmer came to pray with me and I told them what the Lord had told me. Afterwards, my mother said that Rev. Palmer told them they didn't have to worry about me because he could see that I had Faith all over my face. 
I was in pain almost constantly, even with pain medication they were giving me. With the clots blocking my lungs and the pneumonia it was a struggle just to breathe. I couldn't lay flat on the bed because laying flat seemed to cut-off the little air I was able to get. I had to sleep with my bed at almost a 90 degree angle. I had to stay still because even the slightest movement would cause me to have what felt like spasms in my back and side and when that happened I could breathe. I would be gasping for air.
My dad came, then my sister, Toya came and stayed for a week with me. Everybody camped out in ICU waiting room. The doctors had told me they were going to put a filter in that would prevent the clots from getting into my heart - which would have killed me if they broke loose. Everyday was a different reason why they could do the operation. I continued to go through being stuck with needles in veins that they couldn't find. One day I was stuck over 15 times. It was so bad they tried to get blood in places you would never imagined. My arms were so badly bruised from the IV's that they ached. They were running out of places to get blood. Finally they did a pic-line, which is like an IV but normally for cancer patients to receive chemo. It involves using a guide wire to get the tubing into place, which is supposed to go up your arm and across your chest. Well the first attempt mine ended up in my jugular vein (the big one in your neck). 
By Friday, I had broken down. I thought the doctors were going to let me lie there and die. Because they hadn't put the filter in. They had been increasing the dosage of the blood thinners and still no change. My nurse told me not to worry and not to loose Faith. I hadn't lost my Faith, I just had a moment of weakness and Satan thought he could make me forget about the promise the Lord had given me. And a few hours later, the doctors came in with wonderful news. The blood clots were beginning to get smaller. ALL GLORY TO GOD! And I say this not only because it's true, but because the doctors kept telling me the medication WILL NOT AND CANNOT dissolve the clots. And they were right! IT WAS THE LORD! 
I was moved out of ICU that Saturday, and stayed in the hospital another week. I was discharged on Monday, 8 May 2006. I have had to go to the doctor some times twice a week because I was still on blood thinners. My body didn't seem to be adjusting well to the blood thinners at first. They were increasing my dosage every time I went for my visits. But I am here to say that everything worked out just like the Lord had promised. I have been off my blood thinners for about 2 1/2 months and my last ct-scan came back negative, so there weren't any signs of blood clots. I'm still on blood pressure and cholesterol medications, but that too shall soon pass. I'm keeping the Faith. 
I want to thank all of my friends that called and visited. My mother, father, and sister for being there to comfort me and your continued prayers. To Rev. Banks, Rev. Palmer, Min. Nelson and the New Pilgrim Rest Baptist Church family and everybody in the community that kept me in your prayers, my our Lord and Savior continue to be a guiding force in your lives.


It's been five years since that day, and I'm so happy that my sister is still here with us.  Every time I hear the song "Live in the Sky," I think about those five days I spent in that waiting room without showering...sneaking in to see her when it wasn't visiting hours...crying on the bus to Shreveport...and those red pants of mine that she grew to hate. lol

I love my Sissy.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Do you know?

I heard this on the radio yesterday morning, and it made me feel some type of way.

Another anniversary.

Molly aka Molly Ringwald aka Molly Moll aka Fiya Red aka T'ick Redbone  aka...lmao...lemme stop...

So yeah.  A year ago today, Molly came home from Houston.  Unfortunately, I'll always remember that day because that's the day the Horizon sank, but I'm not trying to be all mushy today.

She was so shiny back then...with her Mac Haik yellow tag in the front.  Now's she's dusty and has a scratch on her booty.  (don't ask)

Last year, filling her up barely cost something like $40.  Today, I spend over $60.

I love my little red she-devil, though.  And I never thought I would.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Rihanna - S&M

I really like this song. I didn't realize it was Rihanna until today. Yes. I'm late.

*skips off singing "cuz i may be bad but im perfectly good at it..."*

I cannot believe it's been a year already.

I will never forget the absolute horror I felt when my boyfriend called me the morning of April 20, 2010 to tell me not to worry...that nobody I knew was involved.   I had no idea what he was referring to because I was still getting ready for work and hadn't had a chance to check the news headlines of the day.

I, like many other people with loved ones that work in the oil and gas industry, have grown accustomed to the occasional industrial scare.  (This is actually not true because you never ever really relax knowing how dangerous this industry can be.)  I've panicked when helicopters have crashed, and I couldn't get in contact with him.  I've gotten phone calls about how pipes got blown out of the hole.  I read often about explosions, fires and crashes.  It just comes with the territory, but never in my life did I ever think I would witness anything as horrific as the Deepwater Horizon explosion and subsequent sinking.

Unfortunately for the victims and family members of the deceased, the eleven fatalities were overshadowed by the massive oil leak caused by the blowout which lead to the public passing of blame by the government, BP, Transocean, Halliburton, and the seafood and tourism industries along the Gulf Coast.   OH, and let's not forget the deepwater drilling moratorium that ended just six months ago.

As angry as I was about everything that happened.  I was more angry that the lives of those eleven men had been cut short due to negligence and greed and nobody really seemed to care.   It was more interesting to watch billions of dollars worth of crude oil flow into the gulf from the 24 hour live feed from the sea floor.   We watched to Tony Hayward cry about wanting his life back.  We learned terms like "top hat,"  "junk kill," and "top kill."   We were even outraged by the use of toxic dispersants.  

But how often did we think about those eleven men that died that night?

I can still remember the night they showed pictures of the men on the news and my boyfriend was home.  He knew some of those men.   I remember the first time he flew out to do a job offshore...which happened to be a BP job, and he commented that all he could think about was that there were eleven people under him.

I'm going to dedicate this post to those eleven men.   I pray that their souls have all found peace.

  • Jason Christopher Anderson (1974-2010) - Bay City, TX; toolpusher
  • Aaron Dale Burkeen (1972-2010) - Philadelphia, MS; crane operator
  • Donald O'Neal Clark (1961-2010) - Newellton, LA; assistant driller
  • Stephen Ray Curtis (1969-2010) - Georgetown, LA; assistant driller
  • Gordon Lewis Jones (1981-2010) - Baton Rouge, LA; drilling fluids specialist IV
  • Roy Wyatt Kemp (1983-2010) - Jonesville, LA; derrickhand
  • Karl Dale Kleppinger, Jr. (1971-2010) - Natchez, MS; floorhand
  • Keith Blair Manuel (1953-2010) - Gonzales, LA; sr. drilling fluids specialist
  • Dewey Allen Revette (1961-2010) - State Line, MS; driller
  • Shane Michael Roshto (1987-2010) - Liberty, MS; floorhand
  • Adam T. Weise (1986-2010) - Yorktown, TX; floorhand


Saturday, April 9, 2011

I'm late with this, but 7 years natural...

I BC'ed back on 3.30.04 after a 10 month transition.   I probably didn't realize that I was transitioning until I was a few month in, and with the help of sites like Nappturality, LHCF, and Naturally Curly, I was able to learn how to properly care for my hair and figure out what my goals were.

Anyway, 7 years later, and I still don't know what to do with my hair most of the time.  It's not as long as I would like it to be nor do my styles come out as planned, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Night of Big Chop

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I ain't mean it!

I really did mean it.  But whatever.  

Thanks @TechAss for bringing it to my attention.  lol

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