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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

I'm back...

...in the hospital again. When I get a chace, I'll explaiin why.

Send me smiles!!!

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Blogger Tundra Woman said...

OK, here's a few ))))))))))))) and a ;) How's that?
More importantly, thanks for writing. You worry me. Wait, that doesn't sound right-redo: Your PHYSICAL HEALTH leaves me feeling worried when you're not posting for awhile because it's not fun when you're not here and yes, I know that's selfish as hell when you're in the hospital in a crappy bed with a crappy room mate who has a family the size of the whole first chapter of Genesis and they all come to visit all the time because visiting hrs. don't "apply" to them and they troop past your bed and look behind the privacy-cutains-that-aren't and blast the TV because they can't HEAR it even if everyone ELSE in the building can.
But I hope it's the same place where you were treated like a human being instead of a poop pan.
Get well ASAP.
Thanks for the update.
TW

August 30, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Smiles and good vibes headed your way by the boatload!

Kyle from Knoxvile

August 31, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Missed you. :>)

August 31, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

For some reason, the laptop that the hospital is letting me use does everythng I need except allow me to compose a new post. So, I have to write in the comments section for now.

I had an epiphany this morning that I wanted to share with you. I've once again allowed myself to get into an abusive situation. In addition to that, people have been spreading hideous lies about me. My epiphany is that the lies are as harmful as is the physical abuse and the people who are participating in the untrue gossip are as violent to me and my psyche as a gang of thugs who would jump me in an alley. So, to those of you who are spreading gossip about me, you are no better than a violent cretin. When my father threw a suitcase at my head from behind and then spread lies about me, he became both, a violent thug, literally and figuratively. (When I asked him if he did it on purpose, his response was, "If I had done it on purpose, you'd still be on the floor.")
Also, I find it fascinating that some of the people talking about me behind my back KNOW that I have the goods on them. My own father is spreading bullshit when he has told me things about his daughter in law. She weighs close to 300 pounds and my father cannot abide heavy people. I am privy to his threats to her yet he chooses to blab his crap to anyone who will listen. I have a sister who has lied about me in some of the most hideous ways yet she knows that I have old emails that would trash her relationship. A woman who never made it a secret(from me) that she was prostituting has betrayed me as though she was some angel from heaven. Obvious proof that a woman has allowed a man to raise her daughter as his own(he is not)is available in two sentences.
A man who sold his sperm to a friend of mine in the 80's is treating me as though he trusts that I will keep that secret for another 3 decades.
When I started this blog, I had been left with nothing left to lose so I had no problem telling the world what my ex had done. I realize that my family NEEDS me to be the family scapegoat and I didn't even mind playing the part to some extent. But this time, it's gone too far. The tidbits I've just mnentioned are just that, tidbits. I have a treasure trove of information that I am not afraid to put out there.
All I ever wanted was for someone in my family to act like I was in the family, not the trash bag of the family. That would have been easy but my family needs their scapegoat far too much to be bright enough to call or visit me in the hospital. They need me to play my part so badly that they couldn't even choose a btter time to abuse me, physically, psychologically and mentally.
Dad, I never realized how much you enjoyed inflicting pain on me.

More to follow.

September 03, 2012  
Blogger Tundra Woman said...

Good to hear from you, at least you're still breathing.
Meg, You've survived war, famine, pestilence and you'll survive this too. Just get well physically first and then take on the rest of the world, OK? I don't know when you're getting out of the hospital but please don't go back to where the idiot is, OK? No, you are NOT a trash receptacle or a sperm bank. If you need help, ask the Medical Social Worker to hook you up with a new place/movers/RO, what ever you need. That's what they DO and for a change, let someone else do the heavy lifting-you can't be everything to everybody nor should you be.
I've never seen a hearse pullin' a U-Haul and stuff is just that. Get yourself well, please. The rest will come in time. I'm NOT minimizing your pain or fear, just trying to prioritize and if you're dead, none of it matters anyway.
Get well soon. Sending a bunch of those ")))))))" thingys.
TW

September 03, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

To my "family"...the last comment is exactly what I've needed for years. That's easy enough, just some kind words and a bit of "you're worth it". I guess that was tough for you so I thank my buddy TW for giving me all I needed. And to you, TW, I'm doing exactly what you said. Thank you so much for saying it.

))))))

September 04, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

I just found out that my sister is telling people that I'm "faking" my aneurysm. Neurosurgeons always operate on fake aneurysms, don't they? I just had surgery two weeks ago. My own sister!
She never should have sent me so many emails admitting to things that would do what she's doing to me, end every relationship that matters.

ONE DOWN.

September 04, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

An angel just popped down to help me...out of nowhere.

))))

September 04, 2012  
Blogger Tundra Woman said...

I hope it's truly an angel ;)
Yep, they operate on faux aneurysms all the time with ghostly facsimiles of neurosurgerical instruments wielded by the late Marcus Welby, MD. Unfortunately, the headaches/nausea/vomiting etc. are all too real, all too scary and so are the blood thinners/levels and trying to figure out why this keeps happening. It's great fun walking around with a partially shaved scalp and multiple "views" of your head in cross-sections.
So I'll tell the "disbelievers" this: When you start bleeding on the inside and no one can see it on the outside, we'll just decide you made it up. And wait and see what happens. If YOU can't "see" it with the nekkid eye, it's not real. Consequently, neither are microbes, so you might as well go for a swim in your septic tank: As long as you don't stand on the squishy stuff on the bottom the rest is just "water."
Fuckin' idiots.
TW

September 05, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

WOW!!! You've had a fake brain surgery too? I didn't think there were that many of us! Too many fucking idiots for sure...but my own SISTER?

September 08, 2012  

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Thursday, August 09, 2012

Have you ever...

...dated a man who behaved in a way that will effectively shut you up when you try to discuss things that bothers you? He doesn't care. He also will ALWAYS have a reason why you are stupid, wrong or simply not important enough to validate your feelings. The only similarity is the fact that one way or another, you will be shut up.

I'll be back after my bully lets me back on the computer.

18 Comments:

Blogger q1605 said...

I'm not gay but if it will help you out I'll see if I can learn.

August 09, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Deal!!!

August 09, 2012  
Blogger Tundra Woman said...

I'm a firm believe in "Bullies-B-Gone." It's like that "Cling Free" stuff we had years ago? Yeah. That spray. One wouldn't take the hint so he got a face full.
Being bullied in your own residence is obnoxious beyond belief and unacceptable, period the end. If you were satisfied with that, you'd still be married to the subject of this Blog initially, Little One. Perhaps it's time for the current one to become the predicate.
TW

August 09, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

I'm doing my best to leave. I thought it best if I could walk first, even hobble. If anyone out there wants a grandma, let me know, I love kids and I need nice people to be around.

August 09, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

I can't wait, I have to escape this house of horrors today. Wish me luck!

August 10, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats so true..many guys are like that out there...dont fall prey for them!!

August 10, 2012  
Blogger Tundra Woman said...

OK, it's been two days of "luck." You OK out there Ms. Meg?
TW

August 12, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

q1605...your comment just hit me...I'm not gay. I am a woman and I am strictly dickly. Where did the gay thing come from? NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT!

August 12, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was wondering if anyone would explain that.

August 12, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Yeah girlfriend. I need to get some strength back but I assure you, I am out of here. I'm just a little baffled on just how to do it and I'm afraid of the things that happen when you leave!

August 12, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello!

August 13, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Backatcha mystery human!!!

August 13, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi again!

August 16, 2012  
Anonymous FloodG said...

I'm surprised at you, Meg. After reading you all these years, I never would have thought you'd let a man dominate you into fear or worry.

August 16, 2012  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Greetings from Marietta!

August 20, 2012  
Blogger q1605 said...

These are all good questions. And ones I would like to answer. I saw that and realized it wasn't relevant to this post. If I figure it out I'll get back to you.

September 02, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Flood,


I'm more disappointed in myself than anyone else could ever be. I can't write about it now (you'll understand later) but I'm working on fixing this crap. It would be easier if I had family support but I'll do my best on my own. You wouldn't think it would be tough for my own family to say, "We're here for you, you'll never be without our love." I don't want things, just unconditional love...that stuff that is supposed to come with family.

September 02, 2012  
Blogger Ella said...

Sounds like my husband. Your feelings mean nothing, its all about them. I have started a blog too, I should have named it sleeping with the enemy. lol

October 04, 2012  

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Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Those of you who've known me for any length of time know that I'm a nurse. And, no matter how long you've known me, if you've been around lately you know that I'm often a patient as well. That puts me in a very unique position from which I can critique other nurses. Also, my innate open minded nature and emphatic enthusiasm for the truth add to my perfect fit for this task. I guess that's what happens when you come from a family full of attorneys...I've even donated my own son to the cause. So, when Meg writes, somebody reads. The fact that you're here is my proof. Anyway, I felt a responsibility to tell people something about Florida Hospital... Fletcher Road.

I would certainly tell you if I had encountered a poor nursing staff. For that reason alone, I need to tell  you about the best nursing care that I have ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I' ve worked with some superb nurses. But, never, ever have I been privy to facility with a staff of 100% superb nurses. Luckily I didn't have to visit every single unit, but I did my time in the ICU. I forgot the number but it was the unit Brittany worked on. I adored her, but, then again, if I start naming great nurses, I'll leave one out, but as I said, I didn't have a less than superb nurse. I also spent some time in the recovery room after an angiogram. I started bleeding...AGAIN!!!...only this time I bled out. You may remember that last time I bled in.

Anyway, throughout every step of my stay, I was either scared, obnoxious or vomiting. And the entire time I was there, I was in pain. The response of the nurses was always professional, empathetic and kind. I've flaked out much less and had nurses who wouldn't speak to me unless absolutely necessary, would NOT make eye contact with me and ensured that I knew that they did not like me. The contrast between that type of  nurse and the nurses who cared for me during my most recent stay is like the difference between a lobster and a koala bear...two totally different creatures. When you feel poorly and act like a fool, eventually you feel like a fool. It's easier to act normal again if you know that your nurse is giving you unconditional care. The kindness I was shown when I was being obnoxious, bleeding or hurting, made me feel much more secure that I was in good hands although I had been nursing for years when most of them were born!

I've worked in nursing administration for years, often being in charge of hiring and firing. I like to think that I was an excellent nurse, whether I was working at the bedside or in an office. But I must say, I don't know how you hire exclusively excellent nurses. Kudos to whomever it is that does the hiring at Florida Hospital!

I would be remiss should I leave out the medical staff. Doctors Lefler and Hypolite were the two best doctors that I've ever had the good fortune to be able to call my own. They were actually concerned about me, in more ways than most doctors would be. Ordinarily, I can perceive the defensive medical treatment I'm receiving. Dr. Lefler took time out of his busy day to tell me how he makes Indian food because of his own dietary restrictions. How often does a doctor take the time to chat with a patient? It made me feel comfortable, safe and cared about. Of course he did a great job on my angiogram. Dr. Hypolite was actually concerned about my comfort and she did the best she could to keep my pain under control. She was also professional and friendly, two things that make a patient less afraid.

I will never forget these people and they will forever be the standard to which I compare all other health care providers. The techs, the food service staff and yes, even the house keepers were all friendly and if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were all magically graced with the talent, good humor and kindness that should be the norm, but sadly is not. That is, of course, unless you are lucky enough to be a patient at Florida Hospital on Fletcher Av.

Thank you again!

By the way, here is a smile from me to you:

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dog-just-farted.html

And here is a bit of why I love being a nurse:

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/search?q=His+name+was+Frank+Barker+and+he+was+a+very+kind

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