Then they came for me…

​I was inspired to post this on Facebook yesterday by a post from George Takei, about a possible Trump registry for Muslims. 

For those who don’t know, Mr. Takei was in a Japanese internment camp as a very young child along with his family. He sees a possible Muslim registry as a repeat of internment camps; all because some Muslims look like those who commit terror acts around the world. It wasn’t fair in the early days of WWII, and it’s not fair now. Most Muslims I know abhor violent acts committed in Allah’s name. In fact, I believe there is a verse in the Koran that states that if one kills another, it’s as if they’ve killed the whole of humanity.
So I found a poem on the Holocaust Museum’s website that says this: 
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Because this could very easily say this: 

First they came for people of color, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a person of color.

Then they came for the gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and transgenders and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered.

Then they came for the poets, writers, artists, actors and musicians, and I did not speak out-

Because I was not any of those things.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me

We must speak up against any and all kinds of discrimination and hatred against people who may not look like you, or worship like you. We’re all in this together. 
After all, who will speak up for you when there’s no one left? 

I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

The Birth of Christ (Luke 2:1-20, KJV)

(This is probably one of those rare times I will directly quote the Bible. So bear with me).

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.

18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.


I feel like 💩.

Just catch whatever already and get it over with!

You know, just eating makes me nauseated. I wonder every day of I’m going to toss my lunch and/or a pint of blood in public. There are many, many times I’ve gotten off the bus, or run into a store’s restroom, because I felt like I was going to throw up. Then nothing happens. 

The very idea that I might vomit blood in public makes me ill. People would absolutely freak out if they witnessed that. EMSA would be there so fast it’d make your head spin Exorcist-style. 

And yes, I have discussed this with my doctors at Nazih Zudhi. I’m just afraid I be proven right one day and end up in the hospital with some serious complication of my liver disease…like gallstones and pancreatitis wasn’t bad enough. I don’t even want to think what those complications might be, short of a transplant. Yet it’s all I think about.

I can’t quit eating. You kinda need to do that (and I found out the hard way what happens when you’re malnourished) to stay healthy. 

So for now, I follow the low sodium plan as best I can. I get as much exercise as I can tolerate. I drink enough water to drown a horse. 

I’ve gained weight from my low of 215 lbs.(And yes, I know that’s still heavy, but it’s better than the 380 lbs I started out at). I’ve officially entered menopause, so maybe it’s time to look into natural hormone replacement therapy (because I’m not taking Premarin. I take too many meds already). Maybe BHRT is something to look into. I know my eating habits aren’t the greatest, but I don’t think it’s because of that. 

I’d like to have more good days than bleh days for a change. 


I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

Dear Self:

Please catch whatever it is you’re trying to catch and get it over with already!

Still not feeling up to snuff… I’m itchy, my eyes hurt, my headache comes and goes like my head is a revolving door, I’m tired, achy, crampy, and generally feel like crud. 

And the stores have Christmas stuff up, which for some reason annoys the hell out of me. 

(Wow, talk about your non sequiturs!)

Anyway, I’m going to try, once again to get some sleep. It’s nearly 3:30am. 


I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

Post Thanksgiving bleh…

Actually, it happened before Thanksgiving (like the night before). 

I went to the ER. Again. 

I was feeling a lot of pain in the same place I did when I had gallstones and pancreatitis last January, and it didn’t go away on its own. So I had Daniel (who hasn’t been feeling well himself this week) take me to the ER.

Where they didn’t find anything extraordinary to warrant a hospital stay. The only thing that they could’ve done was to remove my gallbladder, and after reading my chart, they knew my liver doc didn’t recommend it (and the 65% chance I could die after the surgery).

So they sent me home with prescriptions for pain and nausea, and to eat a bland diet (kind of difficult on Thanksgiving). 

Thanksgiving itself was kind of low key; Scott and Marc had to work and Daniel was sick (though he came over to my sister’s later because he was hungry). Dean’s parents weren’t there because his dad was in the hospital recovering from surgery. Didn’t get a whole lot of leftovers. I’m thinking of getting a turkey breast and roasting it for the three of us who live here after I get paid on the 30th. 

Right now, I’m feeling somewhat better, but I’m tired. My eyes hurt and light bothers me. And Pazzo dug his back claws into my arm trying to cuddle. He doesn’t realize he’s not as small as Salem. 

So that was my Thanksgiving. No Black Friday bs, no way to get anywhere even I if I had money to spend. Haven’t even left the house today. Might do something tomorrow as my friend Cynthia and her family are coming thru Oklahoma on their way home to Dallas from visiting her brother in Denver. We’ll see what happens with that.

I’m going to snooze for a bit, I think.

I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~

A Nation of Special Snowflakes? Eff that!

I’ve been reading these stories about college students who are so upset by the results of the election, that professors are allowing these kids to not take exams.

How effing stupid is this? 

So sorry that the election didn’t work out in your favor, but to be big crybabies about it? This is real life, sunshine. Sometimes we don’t get what we want. 

Like it or not, Donald Trump will be our president come January 20. I don’t like it, but that’s something we’ll ALL have to deal with. 

So, go take your damn exams and act like grown ups, instead of little babies. The world does NOT revolve around you. This is the real. fucking. world, and the sooner you figure that out, the better off you’ll be. 

And to those profs allowing this behavior and cancelling exams, SHAME ON YOU! I highly suggest you get out of higher education and go back to teaching kindergarten. You’re a disgrace to the institutions who employ you. SHAME, SHAME on you!


I’m Stef, this is my 2¢, and this is where it’s @ !~

President Trump?!

It’s true. Donald Trump will become the 45th President of the United States.

This is going to take some getting used to. 

First question was, “What have we done?” 

I don’t like it, and I didn’t vote for him, but he got elected anyway. Not that Hillary Clinton was any better, in my opinion. I didn’t cast my vote for her either. 

Given everything Trump said during the campaign, I truly fear for my country. Will he do all those things; build a wall, deport people based on religion, repeal Obamacare (and have nothing better or comparable to replace it)…? What happens if someone doesn’t agree with him? Do they go to prison? An internment camp? Get water boarded?

These may be baseless fears, but right now, it’s all a lot of people are thinking about, even if they never express those thoughts out loud. 

And what will happen to me, with my current medical problems, if he manages to get the Affordable Care Act repealed and has nothing to replace it with? If I cannot afford health insurance, would the new president’s signature be, in effect, signing my death certificate? 

Again, this may be a baseless fear, but it’s my life here! I have to be concerned about that. No one else will be concerned about it… it’s all on me.

Time for the US to consider universal healthcare?

What about the rights of the LGBT community? People of color? Women? Immigrants? Those who practice religions that are not Christian? Native Americans? What about their rights? Will the marriage equality act be struck down? 

If Trump really wants to unite all Americans, he can’t pick and choose which ones he’ll unite. He either serves all of the people, or none of the people.

Time will tell, and until then, if he comes up with some ridiculous and unconstitutional plan to malign certain segments of the population…point me in the direction the nearest protest. 

After all, it’s my country, and I’ll fight for her the in the streets of need be. I hope it doesn’t come to that.

And maybe I’ll go talk to someone knows more about this than I do. I’ve spent nearly 53 years going with the flow. Maybe it’s time for me to go against it.

Silence is consent, and I refuse be silent.


I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~