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It should not take a head injury

*after personally sustaining a head injury & coma*

to figure this out...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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*(utilizing articles discussing facts)*

By:  Susan MeeLing

After the head injury caused a coma while I learned how to deal with the headaches, migraines, cognitive disorders, memory problems, and other medical conditions I went from College Algebra with Trigonometry & Calculus down to 2nd grade math.  Here is how logic works for someone like me::

~  It took awhile for the doctor's recommendation to use sticky notes, to help remember.

~  It took several months to realize sticky notes moved, let alone to remember to speak with the doctor.

~  After I finally remembered to ask the doctor about the note problem, notebooks were recommended.

~  When I could remember to pick up a notebook, it took a long time to learn similar to sticky notes, notebooks are not always where they were placed.

~  After I was able to organize the notebooks over several months I still had not learned notebooks are not always readily available, at the necessary time.

~  When I remembered to speak with the doctor about the notebook problem the doctor had few other suggestions, to assist memories better.

~  After several events and adding up sticky note and notebook location problems, I realized my skin goes everywhere I do.

~  Wanting my tattoos to only be for me and not for public consumption I started the ink on my legs, able to hide easier.

~  It would not be until many tattoos and several years later I would realize my memory problems were usually not as bad when wearing shorts, capri pants, or a skirt.

~  Between 3-5 years after my first tattoo I had the first tattoo completed on my arms, and my memory has slowly progressed towards an easier memory jolt.

 

 

When I say "it should not take a head injury to figure this out" it is partially in humor from personal experiences, towards understanding.

 

If I can laugh at my mistakes after recognizing and dealing with them, so can you.

 

You have the knowledge, understanding, and wisdom I lack in order to put everything together to fix the problems seen with abilities I do not have. 

 

Utilize the information within the blog to find genuine repairs and instead of complaining of the "hurtful" commentary, prevent the issues from reoccurring.

 

Then again, it should not take a head injury to figure that one out.

Multiple topics including various events and situations

Years ago when I was growing up in #NewJersey as a child and teenager I had met many people, as those who know the area has a larger population of people in bother New Jersey as well as #NewYorkCity in specific though the state is densely populated in certain areas; though also various people in #Philadelphia, and #Pittsburg. My biological mother Anna Louise Lally Hom had worked at #Prudential in #Holmdel New Jersey in the #IT department on software and later at #McHenryCountyGovernmentCenter in #Woodstock Illinois while living in #CrystalLake, doing similar sorts of #InformationTechnology. What Prudential did not know in the 1980s and the earlier 1990s had been, I had assisted my biological mother with the coding and programming at the time when she was too tired.


Prior to my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury I was quite adept at computers though being a female in the 1980s and 1990s, I am sure there are other females who can understand and relate to the situations I dealt with; despite not only dealing with such in school, also dealing with my biological mother taking the credit for my work. The irony of when I attended #SaintJohnVianneyHS #SJVHS in Holmdel, I was able to check up on my work and the progress of what codes I had made while she was speaking with her manager who had a last name after some sort of #TreeFrog. He was far more kind to me when I went to the building and I saw the pictures of his wife and children on his desk, envious in a good way of what they were doing whenever the pictures were taken. However before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury I was actually really good working on computers, playing video games, and the like; however after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, there have been a few problems. #GeekSquad and #BestBuy have my records of how many laptops I have turned into them that were unrepairable because of the situations involved with whatever went wrong, with the different pieces.


While my biological father Michael Lee Hom had initially had his own jewelry business of which out of mainly the tri-state area had been the only individual with the special certification for working on #Bulova watches which allowed him to also maintain #Rolex, #Movado, higher end #Seiko, and others expensive watches and clocks while also having been certified in gemology which meant he also was able to repair as well as make molds for jewelry pieces; though he had also been contracted to work on, repair, fix, and maintain other high end jewelry store pieces. He actually had made their engagement rings which is a yellow gold band, a white gold square almost rectangle, with three white diamonds which make the rings look similar to belt buckles. If it was not for Anna Louise Lally Hom not thinking those multiple certifications were considered good enough all of the customers who would take their watches, clocks, and jewelry pieces would have been able to still have certain pieces taken care of if she had not pressured him to go to college at #Brookdale for nursing classes prior to nursing school. I would guesstimate there might be a few individuals who would be able to verify such, and that would be Anna's fault fully.


Later in #Illinois he earned his #ToolandDye certification and then in #Texas he earned his #HVAC license, which some might be able to see certain similarities between who I was raised more by of my biological parents when taking into consideration my 26 #SCUBA Diving certifications among other certifications and graduations in one person. Ironically both my biological mother and my biological sister continuously rubbed in my face of my inability to be able to get into college, though the irony is that would be after I earned the 26 #SCUBADiving certifications on top of my Reverend-ship and the Master/Teacher level of Reiki studied and attuned to. That sort of pattern of behaviour seemed to continue on for my biological mother and my biological sister, as can be seen in such. My biological father too had an Open Water #SCUBA Diving certification, when using the J and K valves were more common prior to the more modernized SCUBA Diving equipment as it has progressed much since those years; though I digress on that particular set of points for other, important aspects.


There is no secret of how I had fought to be emancipated from my biological parents to be able to join the United States of America's #USA #ArmedForces #Army branch, though initially having attempted to join the #Navy academy part of the #MarineandScienceTechnologySchool also known as #MAST prior to moving from New Jersey to Illinois. Though it is also not a secret of my appreciation to law enforcement, fire department, EMS, and the various branches and levels of the United States of America's government and military branches either. Specifically it might be the #FBI who would be interested in this particular journal blog entry, though there might be a few others such as the #NSA among others such as #HomelandSecurity. I could be wrong, though I guesstimate such might be of importance possibly hypothetically.


I have written about after discussing the reasons for such a choice to join the Army branch as soon as I could had been because of the events of the 1993 attack, which had been in my initial nightmare before I started working on things to attempt to figure ways to better the situation as best as I could.


Thankfully the events of the 11 September 2001 events were not to the level of which was in my nightmare; despite the situations which did occur, obviously. As I have written more so than discussed until more recently, I spoke with a Tech Sergeant in the #AirForce at the apartment complex I lived at during the time and gave him ideas of what might help him and others throughout in reference to getting on post safely and quickly while other ideas in reference to other aspects later on even to this point I suppose. However one part I had written about in my first book, I only recently recalled today when speaking with my hairstylist afterwards. I have heard multiple people say something about 9/11 being an inside job, which for a while I could not understand the reference point. Today possibly, some of such makes a bit of sense in a multifaceted sort of way.


The many people I met growing up in New Jersey had been all sorts of individuals my biological parents had known and whether some aspects in reference to the technological aspects and/or the physical structural aspects as my biological father had also assisted with construction and gardening as side jobs at random times throughout the tristate area, my biological mother had a discussion with some people who transferred from Prudential to work at the #WorldTradeCenter which I had overheard a bit of and listened to when at the same point was being made fun of for my nightmare I was working on at the time. While I paid attention to what the law enforcement officers I knew were doing as well as those who I knew had military connections themselves and paying attention to the multiple aspects within the church congregation at the same time, I saw some pieces coming together which made me nervous at different points. While my babysitter's husband Jose ironically was sick during the days of both the 1993 and the 11 September 2001 attacks and worked on the 70 something-eth floor, I remember there was a point at someone's house which my biological mother was speaking with a few people who worked at Prudential. There was a group of them who were transferring at the same time and they were trying to convince Anna to go along with them, though she could not handle driving in the city of New York.


Those who have met her, know such to be quite accurate; and Mike was not going to drive her back and forth, despite him already having been a taxi cab and EMS driver in the city during his early 20s. Then there are the car rides which she panicked because of vehicles getting into the lane several hundred feet ahead of my car, and seemingly her sucking all of the oxygen out of the car in her panicking. Not forgetting her singing in second soprano in the #HallelujahChoir and for whatever excuse thinking the song #RedneckWoman by #GretchenWilson and #SkaterBoy by #AvrilLavine could be sung in that same key notes, which they can though the songs will not sound nearly as good in comparison. I can make a joke in reference to there are very few songs sung by artists who I can recall the title, the words, and the singers; most likely at this point the joke can be if I cannot remember the combination, that means the songs were not sung by my biological mother in second soprano while I was around, though if others were around just remember a few things while also referencing Wilson Road at Fort Sam Houston of #JBSA.


I grew up with that, I dealt with that after waking up from the coma from my head injury on Psalm Sunday in 2000 while dealing with headaches and migraines; which possibly some can understand in certain references why I have said there are certain portions of my life, I would not wish upon my worst enemy. However that is a tempting aspect to make her listen to her own singing of those songs as retribution, I can joke.


Those who have heard such, might agree if they ever learned of several aspects I suppose. Though I might be able to be swayed in reference to #CactusJack also known as Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr and the #151RoadWarriors that assisted during such as well as those who caused problems to my Medal of Honor Art Project, as that might be entertaining. That one is not up to me, per se. However some who do certain types of interrogations might find such useful, at minimum I can jest and joke about. My son and possibly my daughter would definitely understand the horrors of hearing such to other songs and may find such befitting to some along with a few other compassionate, honorable, and righteous ones against the cherubim ones. I can joke, what about an opera of those types of songs?


After my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury while in Basic Training I had been in the state of #Texas in #SanAntonio after being put on temporary retirement duty leave in case the after effect as from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury were better, though the aspects of the headaches, migraines, cognitive disorders, memory deficits, and having gone from College Algebra with Trigonometry and Calculus to 2nd grade math has not allowed such. Nonetheless at the time of the events from 11 September 2001 of which I have written of more so and discussed in videos more often more recently, are in prior journal blog entries. This particular journal blog entry, brings a few other portions together for a possibility for other portions to look into in greater details.


After a situation in Illinois before my biological parents and biological sister had moved to Texas, one day my son ran up to my biological father when he returned from work and had asked for the cookies from his work lunch as had been given for several days previously as such. It was amusing to watch how excited my son was while watching my daughter play on her tummy, though that particular day my biological mother and biological sister had asked me how I could not remember certain people from New Jersey despite the knowledge of the after effects from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury. Possibly arrogance on my part for thinking since they had traveled from Illinois to San Antonio Texas to see me in the hospital from what they told me, I thought they would have believed what the doctors had told them of the extent of what I had endured as well as the after effects; however by 2002, neither of them believed or possibly wanted to believe, of the actual damages to my brain from such.


Though they could not see the subarachnoid hemorrhage still sitting in my brain the way the MRI and CAT scans had been able to show the doctors, they still had been informed of the realities of. Such would prove of their disbeliefs further throughout the years later on of other aspects no matter how much proof I gave to them in multiple aspects; though they were not the only ones, as my ex-sisters-in-law had difficulties themselves in certain regards; more-so my ex-sister-in-law Mary Evongelina Nichols Osteen and her two daughters rather than Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez and her two daughters, though other communities as well had their own difficulties believing such at the times of being more involved comparatively.


Nonetheless the portions of which my biological mother and biological sister had discussed their disbelief of how I could not remember people Anna Louise Lally Hom had worked with and Patricia Ann Hom-Miller knew, became a bone of contention that day as well as Anna's dog #Dakota attacking my infant daughter's feet and my son when they were nowhere near that Peekapoo, which was a half #Pekingese and half miniature #Poodle dog. Personally I thought that dog looked as though someone kicked it in the rear-end so hard that it's tail and butt were moved on the top of the dog's back, and also caused the low front legs and tall back legs; which when doing so the dog also looked as though it's face had smashed into a brick wall which caused the face to be flattened similar to a Pug, though the eyes being much bigger than possibly from that proverbial kick. Not only was the dog ugly, it was also mean as well; though Anna and Patricia coddled that dog as though it was more important than my 3 month old daughter, and 1 year and 3 month old son. After defending my son and my daughter against their dog and against those two females, I packed everything in the suitcases to leave right when my biological father returned to the house. At that point the discussion had not been about the unbelief, though had been about the dog attacking my two children and my biological mother and biological sister's defense of the dog instead of protecting my children.


The irony, in the short and the long term in other references.


However today after waking up from a memory type of dream and seeing certain aspects in one of my Medal of Honor Art Project artwork pieces which I discussed with my hairstylist, I had started remembering portions of the time with the irony in reference to cavern SCUBA Diving of the cookie in regards of both the 11 September 2001 with the Tech Sergeant as well as that particular day in December 2002 in regards of the #Oreo. My biological mother said the group of people I recalled earlier in this particular journal blog entry who had transferred jobs from Prudential to the World Trade Center had begun practicing drills for the possibility of if an airplane had struck the Twin Towers, at any point. I can remember when I was a child during the timeframe of my nights of my nightmare being worked on in the daytime of figuring out what I needed to do and what to pay attention to, in which Anna was being propositioned to work with that group in whatever floor they were going to be on in whatever business. I can remember each of those people who were a part of those drills did make it out of the Twin Tower whichever one they were in, out of the attack alive. For about two or three years they had practiced monthly drills of crawling along the floor in different scenarios and getting to the stairwells for the just in case of that sort of style of attack, though I cannot remember much beyond that point.


I am fairly certain I may have written about the aspects of the discussion in my first book though I am uncertain of if I had pieced together the timeframes correctly, mainly because of the aftereffects from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury. I know my babysitter Sony(a) Castro and her husband Jo(s)e Castro had listened to me and believed me whenever I discussed certain feelings and visions I had when I was a child, as they saw how Jo(s)e's dog Duke the #Weimaraner dog would listen to me over Jo(s)e each time I was in the house and would stay wherever I was when there; also protecting me against my biological parents when the abuse was too much, and then Duke would step in and handle the situation while at Sony(a) and Jo(s)e's house in #Marlboro New Jersey near the #Pathmark food store shopping center with the #McDonalds in the parking lot. I told them about my nightmare and when Jo(s)e told me I described the buildings near as well as where he worked, "If you get sick, do not go to work."


I suppose that is why he did not go to work and was not in the building either of those days, as he normally did not miss work any other time. Their house was next door to my childhood friend #Damien whose dad died during a car accident when in 8th grade as his #BMW car hit a patch of black ice and his dad died on impact, though Damien was in a coma for awhile before he had to go. I was not allowed to attend his funeral because of my biological parents, though I guesstimate there are some who remember Damien as well as his dad better than I in certain regards. Damien and I played together randomly, though sometimes we could only hang out with one another while in the backyards and would talk through the fence with one another. For awhile he was afraid of Duke, until they started to get along with one another after I told Duke to be nicer to Damien; though his family had smaller dogs, which was probably part of the reason why Damien was nervous around Duke for awhile. There is an irony as someone I grew up going to school with had a part in some show of some sort, which the character name was Damien and now he does some work to bring forward Medal of Honor recipient's stories to the forefront to assist people to understand more of; which I think is fabulous, as more need to know both the sides of the coin in conjunction with the few ads I have listened to and seen of the #VetTV stuff.


I can joke in a different way as one day my biological father was discussing females and bitches when I asked when in kindergarten "Does that make me a bitch by vet(erinary) standards since I was born in the Chinese Zodiac Year of the Dog, as a female?" There have been some who could chuckle or laugh when I acknowledged such later in my life, though there have been those who have also cringed as to such sort of wording by me. Those individuals I had warned to not be so sensitive because there are those who would be returning from their military service who would have much profane wording than I, which in some ways can be seen in certain references from the commercials I have noticed and smile when I see.


In another reference in regards of the 2020 election coming up in reference to those who do not particularly enjoy the way the President of the United States of America Donald Trump speaks or tweets during discussions while doing some campaign volunteering this year for the first time which in such references I wonder, have they ever heard the average individual who is from the east coast? Have they ever spoken with construction workers before whether or not from the east coast, and heard some of the words used? Since #POTUS also went to military school when he was younger, have they ever heard someone speak when talking with others? If so, then in my opinion the polished aspects for President of the United States of America comparatively, can easily be seen and heard whether in the tweets or in rallies. However such, is my opinion. I have heard a lot worse words come out of people's mouths who told me they had higher positions in their jobs, which would cause me to believe such should realistically not be such a problem comparatively. If the only issue is how he speaks and/or tweets, what about all of the good he has done for the country to focus on more-so?


Hopefully this particular journal blog entry has clarified a few things and in another point, congratulations to the Medal of Honor recipient Leroy Petry for the commercial for standing for your beliefs. I am still excited about the coin you gave me, and I take it with me wherever I go. :-)


https://www.ispot.tv/ad/nPSO/preserve-america-pac-leroy-petry-40-years





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