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It should not take a head injury

*after personally sustaining a head injury & coma*

to figure this out...









A Satirical Blog

*(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.

When volunteering at an adult club in Seattle Washington I noticed a few things to be aware of

When I first began attending prior to volunteering while attending at a club close to the #SeaTac airport, I was just as I have always been since waking up from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury without any difference in my opinion.

Initially when volunteering to clean the shower area, set up the coffee machine location, take care of the paperwork, clean the tables, set up the towels, refill the rooms with the specific #condoments, and etcetera prior to the club opening; while getting the staff members drinks as well as food, helping with ice, refilling the coffee machine area, refilling the towel racks, and etcetera during the events. Sure I would dress as I preferred during the events, discuss various topics with people who were there, as well as look out for safety situations while outside in the smoking section for the benefit of the individuals who were visiting the club.

During the first month of volunteering during one particular Friday evening GB, I pointed out to the owners of the club of the red room area door being left open. I was told it was for cooling off though later in the year I noticed the door left open and males going inside, and since I could not see any wristbands because of the jackets being worn there was not any way for me to tell if they had already gone through the touring portion. A bit later when noticing the red door open again usually during major events and/or that particular reoccurring Friday night for each month, there was something which felt right to simply close the door from the outside. When I was going to walk away from the door a male had opened the door telling me he needed the door to remain open because he needed air, which I told him he could go outside for air and get back in the front door instead of having the door open with the casino across the street. The club owners later in the year told me they were wondering why the casino employees were thinking something else from discussions, which admittedly at the time I had not put two and two together. Shortly after that discussion of the casino topic I was told about certain situations in reference to GB night though the door was kept closed more often, though on those nights if I was standing outside in the smoking section I noticed several groups of males who would walk up from behind the building and upon seeing me would turn around immediately.

I admit after a few repeated times of that occurring on that particular Friday evening of the month, it was not because of the amount of people inside of the club I had been outside; more-so because of what I saw going on outside of the club and not knowing how better to word the situation. Ironically a little bit later after doing so multiple months in a row, I was asked to stand guard for specific situations which I happily obliged to ensure safety aspects and not one person through either at the in specific room color or at the area between the two rooms ever entered when I was on watch to keep and eye out without their individual permission. Though some males had a problem with my sternness, that was the least of my concerns. The same in reference to the back areas of the club, when making sure there was no unattached males walking around in the back. One such GB night a male demanded his time be paid more attention to than the schedule, whereas another time a male walked up to me that same evening with several ripped off wristbands in his hands demanding to go into whichever room the GB wristbands were for and I denied that to occur. I told on myself for the response to their failed requests, though I still stand for what I denied.

Admittedly while I am one who enjoys voyeuring, I was mainly keeping an eye open especially with the red door situations seen for awhile. Though some males complained as to not being more polite in their opinion when telling them to get out of the areas they were not allowed in, my concern was not about their feelings and their egos to be completely honest. Though I was spoken with a few times by the owners as to my verbal delivery, in my opinion the others' involved who did not consent to such individuals being in the area were more of my concern; though I did as best as I could to appease both sides, despite what I was dealing with.

Then there was the male who showed up shortly after the above had became a fulltime thing I was doing who would dress blue pants from the military with a red stripe of fabric on each outer pant leg, a white button down shirt, patent military shoes, a regular jacket, and a Calvary cover. I did not like the feeling I felt when he was around, which initially was ignored. Then there were a few evenings in 2016 in which he started trying to speak with me, which I told others about and was ignored. Then he started harassing females at the club and I simply stayed outside and watched, stepping closer to the females as needed when he would then back away. The point before the blow up was one evening when he commented about my makeup while being rejected repeatedly by another group of females which then he went to try to circumvent paying, until I spoke with one individual and he saw me watching until he went to the cashier. Later I noticed he was still wearing wristbands, though I was uncertain if they were from the prior GB evening as it was an odd time for me to show up on a Wednesday. I had a feeling, and I followed through with it as I do.

One can joke when such feelings arise, which outcome do you prefer? I know my preference in a multitude of ways, though who am I? Or should I type who is it you say I am, and are you being truthful in full?

Nonetheless that male continued to barrage the females outside before continuing to come at me, and when I stood up for myself that male balked a bit. Several females in the smoking section were able to smoke without him bothering them as I stood outside, on a few occasions. One particular female who said later she was moving back to #Texas, had actually thanked me for covering her to be able to smoke without feeling to weirded out from that male and what she had experienced previously. The next event I saw him that night he claimed he knew more about military stuff because of his uniform and claimed he knew I was unpatriotic, which one of the females outside started laughing at him. She and I told him of the reality and when he looked at me he said 'there is no way someone like you, could have ever been in the military.'

Then, the situation got a little bit heated. The female outside laughed and told him "if you only knew what she does, you wouldn't run your mouth like that" and I explained a bit about my Medal of Honor Art Project to which then that male said 'that's nothing to anyone, who cares about some stupid little art project? You're not good enough to have actually done anything more, than paint a little picture? You're nothing, just as your stupid little art.'

I could joke about the clouds which rolled in as I blinked my eyes remaining calm, though such is what it is. As the discussion started getting a bit more intense than that as he pulled out a miniaturized DD214 which was laminated from underneath his calvary cover, the female from #KansasCity and I laughed at his trying to impress me. I then explained my medical retirement from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury as well as fighting to be emancipated to simply be able to join, in which that male boy continued to then say 'so you weren't good enough to do anything in or for the military, and you just want to draw pictures? That's nothing worthwhile, to anyone.'

Admittedly I did not go into the details of what I had done as he continued saying he did not believe me, which ironically a male who had been in the #Navy branch of the #UnitedStatesofAmerica's #ArmedForces branch had started walking up to the area. I asked if I showed him my blue identification card, if he would be able to verify for the situation for me and clear up the situation; thinking that male boy would stop being such an infantile child, for the situation. That guy nodded and smoked while he nodded, I went to my car to get my identification card, and it was verified of who I am and my own time though minimally in the #Army branch of the United States of America's Armed Forces. After I was verified I put my identification card away to which I thanked the male as we smoked and talked, and the male boy continued throwing a temper tantrum. When the male who verified my identification card went inside as I stayed outside with the other females and couples, that male continued annoying me as I kept as calm as I could.

Then one #Marine came outside to attempt as he could to calm the situation down when later the second Marine came outside to do the same to calm the situation down, when another male came outside doing the same. As I leaned back keeping myself as calm as I could as I was wearing the badge for the club, I kept my eyes open to looking around the parking lot area towards the river and walkway as knowing where I had first seen that male boy one evening though also having the lookout position in case of any more who would be with that male boy from getting much closer to the group and the situation. Later after that calmed down and that male boy left, the evening continued on.

I was told by one of the male owners of that male boy showing up to confront him about the situation with as the male boy showed the owner, a female transition individual. The owner told me he did not care one way or another as such is what it is, though such was the last time that male boy was allowed in the club. Later that year in 2016 when I was in #Montana at a gas station in #Missoula, I walked around a bit as the traveling from #Lakewood/#Tacoma #Washington was a bit long. I apologize to motorcyclists in advance for my ignorance as I now know that Sturgis is not a college, though in my defense the college clothes were close to the #Sturgis clothes. I was informed later when I returned from my trip when discussing what I saw at that location, as there were a few motorcyclists who informed me Sturgis is not a college and gave me a quick lecture of the history behind. We laughed at my folly, though the same type of Calvary cover the male boy was wearing at the club is what I had noticed by the Sturgis clothing; which I had told several other volunteers including the Marine, about seeing such and being infuriated. If hypothetically that male boy using that Calvary cover while wearing the dress blues pants with the red stripe on the outer portion of each leg with the patent leather shoes and the white button down shirt; and with the thinner fabric of that Calvary cover knockoff, I suppose there were a few signs along with the energetic auric annoyances from that male boy who admittedly I still do not and will not like.

What an irony if there was hypothetical stolen valor from that male who claimed the problems and lack of anything I had done, in comparison.

Nonetheless, time went on.

As a situation which I can genuinely laugh and chuckle about and hopefully you the reader as well, there was a situation where the event was extremely crowded and packed. An individual started having an asthma attack which was not and is not the funny part for clarification, of which I ran to go get an inhaler which someone said they had which could help until the #EMS arrived. When getting to the first portion of the back and seeing the crowds, I found the quickest and least resistance path before grabbing the inhaler to run back to the front. However upon getting out of the very back area and seeing there was not the same line up, I did what I could to cammo as best as I could to get the inhaler to the front. The only way to do such without tipping anyone off was to walk on top of the chairs behind the group of people between the dance floor and the bar area, though ducking downward in a semi-duck walk. I suppose I should note I was wearing a corset with spiral steel boning, a tutu, and more specifically high heel stiletto ankle high olive green boots. Apparently, I did not cammo. Once I returned to the front to get the inhaler to who needed it to then return it to the very back area, one of the back monitors stopped me and scolded me for walking on top of the chairs.

After his explanation I told him "Ok, ... The next time there is an emergency as long as there is enough space for me to walk around to get to and from, I will not walk on top of the chairs." Later in the evening I told on myself for walking on top of the chairs for clarification, and I did not have a need to walk on top of chairs after that.

There were a few other situations which needed assistance, though only here and there. While the aspects of the level of differed between, I suppose in reference to one particular situation despite not knowing the details until later it makes sense as to the rainfall levels and why I felt the need to stand outside holding an umbrella to cover a #PoliceOfficer when later learning of the situation aspects. Later there was a situation which a male driving an older #Mustang convertible had parked in the emergency parking area which only a select group of people would park in because of the limited parking because of the ease to open the area up if necessary through the quickness to find despite the amount of open parking at that time, which when I said something to him there was a bit of a balking. After the couple went inside I quietly spoke with one of the managers to inform of the situation to walk outside into the smoking section, which shortly afterwards the couple stomped outside of the club. As I was standing in the sidewalk and as the female walked to the side the male walked straight up to me to say a few words, which when he told me to move I did not. When he realized I was not moving he went to walk around while mouthing off and then stepped on the foot of a guy from #NewJersey wife, and there was a brief discussion before that Mustang was driven away and that New Jersey guy and the group continued talking and having a good time. During that time I thought it was funny for the particular club to see a sign for Dick's Towing, as it seemed quite appropriate for the name and location.

There were a few drunken individuals which were dealt with here and there though one particular blond female with shorter hair and blue eyes with light color skin had looked around to some of the people she was standing with, as I was speaking with a few individuals. I heard her say 'watch this' which my ears perked up and I mistakenly thought, she was going to try to hit on one of the males nearby to her. Instead she stumbled drunkenly to where I was standing to tell me 'when I first saw you walking around the club, I thought...' she looked to the group of the people pausing and laughing while shaking her hands around to then put her hands on her hips to then say 'I though you were a c***, or had resting c*** face. After talking with you, I realized you're actually kind of nice.' I explained the electrical issues in reference to the zapping situation as well as the after effects of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury as well as the volunteering aspects, to help where I could with the club and while doing what I could to remember what I needed to; which in turn probably meant my face was showing one aspect, whereas my thoughts were moving thousand and millions per second while doing what I could to not be in as much pain. Despite any given situation with or without being electrocuted, my headaches and migraines are as they are; and the amount of technology and electrical stuff in the area in combination with the SeaTac airport direct flight path overhead was quite painful for me.

Then again I fought to stay in the state of Texas against the wishes of my dead-ex-husband who claimed when he said he was called on #IRR status, that somehow he could tell the Army where he was going to be stationed. When the failed attempts to tell me the equivalent of the draft in regards of IRR which the moving could be anywhere in the world; I stood my ground, and I dealt with the conversations as I had. I did not want to leave the state of Texas and when explaining to certain groups of people about that I told them if I ever was outside of the state of #Texas and not on a trip, there was a problem. I knew I could not be above the Mason-Dixon Line and the people I told were not known to be in the adult lifestyle aspects in such a public way, later I informed #SCUBA Divers of that same aspect. However I did not tell anyone in the adult groups ever about such, as I knew who I was dealing with in certain references. I had seen such types of behaviours well before waking up in the state of Texas, of which I guesstimate there are some who are from the area I grew up in and/or walking around as well as similar locations who would be able to give their own specific detailed accounts of certain similarities to certain situations whether or not in the state of Texas or the areas I grew up walking around and/or regrew up in. I suppose in some ways one can reference certain prophetic aspects, while others could reference military aspects being used by civilians without the training or fuller knowledge/understanding/comprehension; in which then is such a folly on their part or a failure, in many ways?

The overall irony of certain aspects in reference to the club is the physical attributes, as back around 2004 or 2005 I had a dream which the interior and people of the club fit to a T from the colors of the walls to the people within at certain times. Then there is the additional irony of that particular dream which I was going after a gecko shaped lizard to stop the problems caused which ended in the area in front of #OldScottsHall of #OldTennantPresbyterianChurch where the lizard almost got away saying 'I'll be back' when the bottom of the dream it looked similar to a television which had the words "...three years later..."; and after a bit of stuff, I crushed the lizard to prevent any further problems or damages. In such portions of that aspect and not having the correct words at the time beyond what I had described, the closest reference point I can give is the situation between #KaliMa and the #Durga; of which then there is irony in reference to the name #LadyDoriBelle, among a few other points thereof. The additional irony of such a reference is able to be seen in reference to the aspects of my Medal of Honor Art Project, where I learned the last portions of how to complete a historical and spiritual rubbing of markers in regards of Old Tennent Presbyterian Church during my Confirmation Classes.

Which in reference to additional aspects in regards of there having been a male who I had been introduced to through a group of people some of which who are like family to me as one could understand the difference in regards to the good portion of like family compared to similar to family, when thinking about certain aspects which I survived when growing up in New Jersey and a couple years in #Illinois prior to fighting to be emancipated to be able to join the Army branch of the United States of America's Armed Forces. During the first meeting which had been through a photography session just a few months prior to several other aspects I dealt with, the male in the picture at the top of the tree made of people and I had spoken after how I wound up in Washington state. He had introduced me through a phone call to his then girlfriend Uzzi as she said she had moved to the United States of America, was living in Maryland, and was working at a legal firm. There had been several phone calls which I was able to explain to Rick of how I wound up in Washington state in comparison to those who are like family to me, because of the situations surrounding where I was able to speak though specifically who was around.

Ares is the one being referenced in regards to Rick and in reference to the one regarding Athena is who I will reference to in other aspects as the female Athena or in real life named Trish short for Patricia I guess, had known the different people in the pictures and had wanted to be in control of much more than she could handle.

In reference of Trish there is the irony in reference to several situations throughout the lifestyle when I was living in the #Austin area, specifically in #CedarPark. As she was dealing with situations regarding her son and her baby-daddy as well, the trying she had done to get me to be sympathetic towards her and her situations was not possible. As in her situation she had both of her parents, her baby daddy's parents, and 4 others immediately willing and able to help her directly with her one child; Trish had wanted me to pay more attention to her plight being more desperate and dire, compared to what I was dealing with personally on my own having to pay for everything out of pocket comparatively in reference to what occurred to my daughter and my son were going through whereas she had multiple people giving out money to her as well as giving her their time. Also with the aspects in regards of when she learned who was going to be going to visit the house before my son and I wound up in Washington state, the day of is when she left all of her belongings with the exception of a few things which could have given that group of people the ability to contact her in a suspicious way when looking back now in 2020 compared to the pictures in 2012 and the time of visiting in 2013 after #Cowboys Dance Hall #StoneyLaRue's concert.

Trish who also had a pattern of behaviour to not accept certain males simply had an allergic reaction to the fact she has a vagina, she had told me she thought she could make anyone want her no matter how they were born. When I told her to her face that was not an option, she said because she worked where she worked in #Killeen that she knew all of the tricks. Rick had told me he had known Trish through who is pictures as Hades, though at the photoshoot Trish told me she knew him through work at the time.

Ironically I had told Rick and Uzzi in reference to what occurred to my daughter, what I had hoped for in reference to those involved for causing problems to various situations needlessly for my son, my daughter, and I along with those I care about. There is as many know a difference between an exotic dancer and a stripper, as both strip their clothes off the one does so for employment and/or their own enjoyment while furthering themselves in an ethical way and the my opinion then and now...and with proof of behavioural actions and patterns of behaviour...Trish had been the latter of the two. Though I had been told of supposed improvements which could be the case as she is living supposedly in Pennsylvania from what I had been told, I am uncertain of such portions thereof.

While I am unable to change the color of my hairstyle beyond any shade of red nor the style in a longer way as before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury because of the after effects of my headaches and migraines as well as the cognitive and memory deficits, I am the one who deals with such in comparison.

Thus as some would know more details of such patterns of behaviour for the multitude thereof in their own experiences and own ways, there is additional irony in regards of the timing of finding the club I volunteered at being closer to the time when after speaking with Rick and Uzzi on the phone.

The ultimate measure of an individual is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand at the time of challenge and controversy.

We must reject the idea that everytime a law is broken society is guity, rather than the law breaker. 

Freedom is never-more than one generation away, from exinction.  We do not pass freedom on through our blood stream because freedom must be fought for, protected, and handed on for the next generation to do the same.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

It should not take a head injury to figure this out, because you are smarter.

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