Its hard enough to grow up the face of a nation, with cameras constantly in ones face. But for the daughters of Barack and Michelle Obama, lately life has a reason to be especially hard.
As we all know, Sasha and Malia, especially Malia, are entering puberty. And its sort of well, natural to pudge up some during that time, especially for women. However according to her doctor... According the the girls' own MOTHER, Michelle, the daughters were at risk of being overweight, as Michelle is quoted saying here, in this controversial article:
http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/parenting/is-it-okay-to-talk-about-your-daughters-weight-if-it-s-for-the-national-good-579635/?posted=1#postcomment
I was appalled. They show a picture of Malia here, and she looks thin as ever! And it would be one thing if her parents were to set their children up eating healthy at home anyway; Theres no harm in that and Mrs. Obama is a big promoter of healthy living, but to announce your child's weight on television.. in a negative light of all things... is setting them up for emotional trouble, because now everyone at their school, that boy they have a crush on.. knows they feel "fat". And they could very well develop an eating disorder!
I used to have one.. Around Malia's age. Its a tough time in life. Kids are mean! And what our President's wife said was just downright insensitive. Personally, I hope she went home and apologized, though I hope she doesnt publically as it would just draw more attention to an already likely petrified young girl.
I just really hope it doesnt mess Malia.. and Sasha even... as much as I think it may.
And as my mother said, the Obamas' need to get their daughters a new doctor because they are just damn fine. Its unhealthy to be stick thin.. there is a balance, and those girls are already pretty skinny. Theyve been skinny their whole lives and now as they get their womanly figure Mrs. Obama calls that obesity?
I call that stupidity.... ahhh.... *shakes head*.
I'm gonna end this before I say something about the president I shouldnt. Our freedom of speech is so blurred who knows what one can say anymore, and Obamas been taking away so many of our liberties, I dont know if critcizing his wife would could as a felony (haha dark humor)
Talk to you all laters!
and note****: it isnt polite to say a woman's weight hahaha
@>--->------ Jenny
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
And I Feel Fine
No one ever wants to hear when someone doesnt feel well. I learned that fast, despite peoples constant asking how I was doing. "Im ok". Thats all they wish to hear. Sickness is an awkward conversational topic, and people dont know how to deal with it.
So the crappy thing is, I deal with it by myself.
I wish there was one person who would just understand every-which way I felt. There isnt, really though. Not unless you could fine someone with the exact same similar diseases, or similar symptoms with their disease, and my combination is pretty "special". I feel like I whine when I talk about it all to "normal" people, and by doing so alienate them from me. I push people away my father says.
My aunt tells me when I speak to her to only speak about the happy things in life. To perhaps water-down what I tell people about my life because it truth be told isnt so pleasant. I wonder why she honestly asks if she critcises me every time for telling her what goes on. It doesnt make me feel very nice. I've gotten to where I dont enjoy speaking to her at all, though I know she probably says it with decent intentions in her heart.
Boyfriends- they seem to never believe me at first when I claim to be as sick as I am. Like its impossible. And of course I'm always trying to be my best around them, so they often do not see me at my worst until the relationship has gone on a bit and Ive felt more at ease, more trusting, more...safe being my sick self. So when I allow myself to fall back a bit and take it easy (so I'm not always collapsing after they leave) they usually just go "ohmyGod, thiss is what she meant when she said she was ill? eww i cant handle thiss." then they poof. Friends are a bit better, but when I cant go outside always or go places they kind of get fed up with always doing the same old things with me at my house. I cant help being boring. I sort of like it. I never was a party-person. I actually dont think Im very boring, but some people think if theres no loud music or alcohol it automatically is.
Back when I was healthy, we would run around outside, me and my friends, all over my backyard and the playground at the school nearby. Manhunt, and roasting various edible things (and non edible, we were pyros hahaha) over my dad's fire pit in the backyard.. laying in the hammock.. We got a hottub out there recently though I havent the strenght to go in it much. Its huge, fits 7 people at least, and has one reclining part. Its made so big so I could do physical therapy in it, though I havent the chance. We're considering encasing the entire back deck and hottub in glass coated in that special material that would filter out the rays from the sun that harm me so I could even go out in the day... though night is a lot more fun cos I can go bathsuit-less and not be afraid of the neighbors seeing me hahaha. Also now in the winter, when one gets out the suit especially tends to immediately catch the cold air and cling to the body, where as nude one can merely throw on a thick robe and run for the cover of the kitchen. Moms always good to leave towels on the kitchen floor so I dont slip and fall on that tile. Then I either hop into bed or a hot bath. I cant wait til Im stronger and can use it more..
I will admit, I'm not having the best day. I got slightly burned last night by a light on dim (that was still white) so it just took longer for me to feel the effects of the burn and now I hurt all over. I preffer the brighter lights so I can recoil quickly. Mom thinks cloudy days are better for me, but theyre more dangerous because of the same thing. I dont feel the burn so I stay out longer and get burnt. But she said before "yeah but you can stay out longer though".... She just doesnt get it. Oh well. She at least admitted it was snowy out today and the reflection of that was very dangerous, I'm glad she conceded to that.
Some new glass houses she got came just now. We had little winter ones to go on the counter, but now these are spring design. The bucket in the tiny wishing well even sways! I'm gonna go help her, I'm kind of interested. I'll see if I cant save Twiggy the box too, shes hovering around hopeful haha =] So the crappy thing is, I deal with it by myself.
I wish there was one person who would just understand every-which way I felt. There isnt, really though. Not unless you could fine someone with the exact same similar diseases, or similar symptoms with their disease, and my combination is pretty "special". I feel like I whine when I talk about it all to "normal" people, and by doing so alienate them from me. I push people away my father says.
My aunt tells me when I speak to her to only speak about the happy things in life. To perhaps water-down what I tell people about my life because it truth be told isnt so pleasant. I wonder why she honestly asks if she critcises me every time for telling her what goes on. It doesnt make me feel very nice. I've gotten to where I dont enjoy speaking to her at all, though I know she probably says it with decent intentions in her heart.
Boyfriends- they seem to never believe me at first when I claim to be as sick as I am. Like its impossible. And of course I'm always trying to be my best around them, so they often do not see me at my worst until the relationship has gone on a bit and Ive felt more at ease, more trusting, more...safe being my sick self. So when I allow myself to fall back a bit and take it easy (so I'm not always collapsing after they leave) they usually just go "ohmyGod, thiss is what she meant when she said she was ill? eww i cant handle thiss." then they poof. Friends are a bit better, but when I cant go outside always or go places they kind of get fed up with always doing the same old things with me at my house. I cant help being boring. I sort of like it. I never was a party-person. I actually dont think Im very boring, but some people think if theres no loud music or alcohol it automatically is.
Back when I was healthy, we would run around outside, me and my friends, all over my backyard and the playground at the school nearby. Manhunt, and roasting various edible things (and non edible, we were pyros hahaha) over my dad's fire pit in the backyard.. laying in the hammock.. We got a hottub out there recently though I havent the strenght to go in it much. Its huge, fits 7 people at least, and has one reclining part. Its made so big so I could do physical therapy in it, though I havent the chance. We're considering encasing the entire back deck and hottub in glass coated in that special material that would filter out the rays from the sun that harm me so I could even go out in the day... though night is a lot more fun cos I can go bathsuit-less and not be afraid of the neighbors seeing me hahaha. Also now in the winter, when one gets out the suit especially tends to immediately catch the cold air and cling to the body, where as nude one can merely throw on a thick robe and run for the cover of the kitchen. Moms always good to leave towels on the kitchen floor so I dont slip and fall on that tile. Then I either hop into bed or a hot bath. I cant wait til Im stronger and can use it more..
I will admit, I'm not having the best day. I got slightly burned last night by a light on dim (that was still white) so it just took longer for me to feel the effects of the burn and now I hurt all over. I preffer the brighter lights so I can recoil quickly. Mom thinks cloudy days are better for me, but theyre more dangerous because of the same thing. I dont feel the burn so I stay out longer and get burnt. But she said before "yeah but you can stay out longer though".... She just doesnt get it. Oh well. She at least admitted it was snowy out today and the reflection of that was very dangerous, I'm glad she conceded to that.
take care loves!
@>--->------ Jenny
Monday, February 1, 2010
Things That Bug Me
Porphyria is apparently a very very rare disease. But lately I have been hearing a heck of a lot about it. Several days ago there was an "Law and Order, SVU" show where the killer was a really disgusting porph who I'd hate to run into (though thankfully for the sake of all mankind was castrated and killed before the end of the show..something I think I mentioned in an earlier blog)
Well now "CSI, Miami" is bringing out the porphs as their killers. "Castle", the show that helped me figure out and later diagnose my own Porphyria, also featured the character who played a porph in a negative light- a deranged suspect (who at least on this show wasnt the killer.) How come we're always the bad guys? It seems to play off the "vampire-creepy" aspect a bit, but Id like to see just one show where we were portrayed decently. "Castle" doesnt count, because the person who was afflicted with Porphyria there had such a strong degree of hallucinations he really did believe himself vampire, and though yeah we hallucinate REALLYYY badly, I dont think we're all that extreme which is how it was portrayed- Porphyria along the lines of schizophrenia with the twist of an extreme sunlight allergy. Perhaps some porphs are like this and I just havent met them yet; Heck I havent met any porphs. I wish I will.. I would love to meet someone who could understand what I go through.
Thats sort of how I was able to understand why the killer-porph in "CSI, Miami" did what he did. Of course, I thought it extreme and an over the top way of stating his point, especially in a world when the points of people trying to make them arent even gotten anyway and the world just focuses in on the act themselves. This poor porph developed a late-onset form of Porphyria that came about during his adulthood, after hed already been used to living a full life in the sun. He went mad in his apartment, and took to spying on people who actually had their lives intact... or could go out unharmed in the day, I mean. He was appalled at what he witnessed, people "wasting" their lives away, and took to killing those who in his oppinion didnt value the treasure that was life itself.
I just bitch these people out.. Murder seems a tad over-the-top to me. Plus I dont think they will be as accomodating to my needs of colored lighting and covered windows in jail.
It is despicable to me how people throw their lives away. I have a friend who has Lyme, yet insists on going out and getting drunk every couple nights, further destroying a liver already probably getting decimated by long term antibiotics that are essential to saving his life... After all you can always get a new liver, you cant get a new body, as I told one doctor once who was against long-term Lyme treatment. However the process doesnt need to be sped up; perhaps a transplant doesnt take? Or there is no suitable donor? Are these not things to consider before one drowns ones organs??
I know several people who even admitted to me (actually more than several cos its three) that they thought they had Lyme but they refused to get tested. It was almost as if they enjoyed being unable to work (which I'm sure two of them did) and the sympathy that they tried to eek from their position. Which positively disgusts me.. It was just like when I knew this woman who had cancer- a small bit, but she was going for chemo to blast the last of it. I said since it was small to go to some alternative doctors, try rife machines, etc. there are lots of alternative medicines that actually work (generally from overseas but are coming to the US, and luckily primarily in the NYC/PA area where we live) but she just sort of looked at me and said no... she thought that stuff was great for some people but she was going to stick with her chemo. After which she went on another tangent about how horrid it made her feel. Which made me kind of go "auuugh" inside: If you think the stuff works, try it and stop your complaining woman!!!
People can be so demented, and its disgusting how a longingness for sympathy or lazyness can allow them to actually actively let themselves sink into a slow.. well suicide. Because that is what it is if you know there is a problem and refuse to do anything. I sort of am afraid this lazyness and like for sympathy will be the death of one of my aunts, who several of the family is SURE has Lyme, and was even bit by a tick and got a ring years ago (and you have to have Lyme to get the ring, its a LYME RASH, hello.) My uncle, her husband, was even positively diagnosed by a test with a forty percent accuracy rate.. which means he had to be prettyyy ill. Which he is. When a test that even isnt a damn test, something never meant to BE a test, let alone test for this, was used and duh it came up negative because it wasnt a proper test, he now thinks he does NOT have Lyme, though he has no idea what is wrong with him. However, since the doctor gave him antibiotics for a decent amount of time when they believed him to have Lyme, hes temporarily feeling better, heightening his denial. I keep saying, as does my mother, when they get out of his system he will feel even worse than before. He had the tail of the spirocete- Band 41 on his Western Blot (which is a really crappy test because it has a 60 percent false negative rate) and people who have failed that test merely because they have had one band- you have to have five according to their standards, and they throw one out because of a 1980s vaccine that made people sick with Lyme... a band I had though I was never alive during the nineteen-eighties, and thus I only had four bands on MY Western Blot(s) and failed every time- anyway people with only that one band have wound up fully paralyzed before theyve received treatment because of this crap test. I certainly have Lyme, because I was also fully paralyzed (oh and guess what! had band 41!) Unable to speak, eat, go to the bathroom- Mom changed my diapers- or even barely breathe or swallow my own spit. I was a blob. And now I am blogging. I am much better. Last night I was on the floor playing with my cat in the living room. But two years ago, when treatment was first started, I was on deaths doorstep. And I have the itching feeling thats what its going to take for my aunt and uncle to see a real Lyme specialist, which makes me both saddened and truthfully... disgusted, since they know everything thats happened to me and my mother has sent them so much information.
I apologize for not writing yesterday. I was going to, but I collapsed asleep after hours of working on a pen-and-ink on rice paper. Its really nice and large, and very detailed. I shall post a picture probably later today or tomorrow depending on when I finish the last details.
Take care everyone- Good morning to the norms, Good night to the porphs*
@>--->------ Jenny
Well now "CSI, Miami" is bringing out the porphs as their killers. "Castle", the show that helped me figure out and later diagnose my own Porphyria, also featured the character who played a porph in a negative light- a deranged suspect (who at least on this show wasnt the killer.) How come we're always the bad guys? It seems to play off the "vampire-creepy" aspect a bit, but Id like to see just one show where we were portrayed decently. "Castle" doesnt count, because the person who was afflicted with Porphyria there had such a strong degree of hallucinations he really did believe himself vampire, and though yeah we hallucinate REALLYYY badly, I dont think we're all that extreme which is how it was portrayed- Porphyria along the lines of schizophrenia with the twist of an extreme sunlight allergy. Perhaps some porphs are like this and I just havent met them yet; Heck I havent met any porphs. I wish I will.. I would love to meet someone who could understand what I go through.
Thats sort of how I was able to understand why the killer-porph in "CSI, Miami" did what he did. Of course, I thought it extreme and an over the top way of stating his point, especially in a world when the points of people trying to make them arent even gotten anyway and the world just focuses in on the act themselves. This poor porph developed a late-onset form of Porphyria that came about during his adulthood, after hed already been used to living a full life in the sun. He went mad in his apartment, and took to spying on people who actually had their lives intact... or could go out unharmed in the day, I mean. He was appalled at what he witnessed, people "wasting" their lives away, and took to killing those who in his oppinion didnt value the treasure that was life itself.
I just bitch these people out.. Murder seems a tad over-the-top to me. Plus I dont think they will be as accomodating to my needs of colored lighting and covered windows in jail.
It is despicable to me how people throw their lives away. I have a friend who has Lyme, yet insists on going out and getting drunk every couple nights, further destroying a liver already probably getting decimated by long term antibiotics that are essential to saving his life... After all you can always get a new liver, you cant get a new body, as I told one doctor once who was against long-term Lyme treatment. However the process doesnt need to be sped up; perhaps a transplant doesnt take? Or there is no suitable donor? Are these not things to consider before one drowns ones organs??
I know several people who even admitted to me (actually more than several cos its three) that they thought they had Lyme but they refused to get tested. It was almost as if they enjoyed being unable to work (which I'm sure two of them did) and the sympathy that they tried to eek from their position. Which positively disgusts me.. It was just like when I knew this woman who had cancer- a small bit, but she was going for chemo to blast the last of it. I said since it was small to go to some alternative doctors, try rife machines, etc. there are lots of alternative medicines that actually work (generally from overseas but are coming to the US, and luckily primarily in the NYC/PA area where we live) but she just sort of looked at me and said no... she thought that stuff was great for some people but she was going to stick with her chemo. After which she went on another tangent about how horrid it made her feel. Which made me kind of go "auuugh" inside: If you think the stuff works, try it and stop your complaining woman!!!
People can be so demented, and its disgusting how a longingness for sympathy or lazyness can allow them to actually actively let themselves sink into a slow.. well suicide. Because that is what it is if you know there is a problem and refuse to do anything. I sort of am afraid this lazyness and like for sympathy will be the death of one of my aunts, who several of the family is SURE has Lyme, and was even bit by a tick and got a ring years ago (and you have to have Lyme to get the ring, its a LYME RASH, hello.) My uncle, her husband, was even positively diagnosed by a test with a forty percent accuracy rate.. which means he had to be prettyyy ill. Which he is. When a test that even isnt a damn test, something never meant to BE a test, let alone test for this, was used and duh it came up negative because it wasnt a proper test, he now thinks he does NOT have Lyme, though he has no idea what is wrong with him. However, since the doctor gave him antibiotics for a decent amount of time when they believed him to have Lyme, hes temporarily feeling better, heightening his denial. I keep saying, as does my mother, when they get out of his system he will feel even worse than before. He had the tail of the spirocete- Band 41 on his Western Blot (which is a really crappy test because it has a 60 percent false negative rate) and people who have failed that test merely because they have had one band- you have to have five according to their standards, and they throw one out because of a 1980s vaccine that made people sick with Lyme... a band I had though I was never alive during the nineteen-eighties, and thus I only had four bands on MY Western Blot(s) and failed every time- anyway people with only that one band have wound up fully paralyzed before theyve received treatment because of this crap test. I certainly have Lyme, because I was also fully paralyzed (oh and guess what! had band 41!) Unable to speak, eat, go to the bathroom- Mom changed my diapers- or even barely breathe or swallow my own spit. I was a blob. And now I am blogging. I am much better. Last night I was on the floor playing with my cat in the living room. But two years ago, when treatment was first started, I was on deaths doorstep. And I have the itching feeling thats what its going to take for my aunt and uncle to see a real Lyme specialist, which makes me both saddened and truthfully... disgusted, since they know everything thats happened to me and my mother has sent them so much information.
I apologize for not writing yesterday. I was going to, but I collapsed asleep after hours of working on a pen-and-ink on rice paper. Its really nice and large, and very detailed. I shall post a picture probably later today or tomorrow depending on when I finish the last details.
Take care everyone- Good morning to the norms, Good night to the porphs*
@>--->------ Jenny
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