It was near 3:20 AM Saturday. After thinking the new sleep meds
would have long past put me under. I revel in Chapter 27 of Deb
Millers Little Angel waiting for Herbal Chamomile and Sleepytime
Extra to seep I wait on the throne for a goodbye purge. Cinnamon
I take in the morning has been gagging me so I must reduce the
dose from 2k down to 1k. It sure can color the purge. I temper my
tea with eggplant and lime water with a splash of cider vinager
Given sips of prune and lingering colon cleanse the night has been
spent in royal splendor to the pages of Deb Miller and gentle praise
from WDCX. When I thought I would sleep my eyes rested on her book
which lay next to my bed like so many others. Tonight I though in my
wiating for the sandman let me read a few and now the book is done.
Tears have been shed as I reflect upon the fact that I also have lost
my son three years now to the system. Three years now. Like the hours
lost this week to daytime sleep in the med battles under the fire of
chronic insomnia. Tuesday night spent in Urgent Care but not till it
was Thursday did I rise up Friday feeling rested. Despite getting a
good five hours Tuesday night with new therapy.
Wanting very much not to sleep days in the throes of the jubilation
and depth of pleasure savored in the products of persistent pursuits.
Such as Friday my determination to file bankruptcy going first in the
AM being asked for the forms, meeting Mr Cohen whom I had only met once
when he stopped at my corner on his Motor Cycle to make an offer on my
two properties and telling me my autistic son talks to God. This four
year back. I took his phone. Not knowing Pastor Sam Jr would be telling
me the same night in church that he knows him.
So then upon leaving there and calling my city councilman's office to
let them know I was on my way knowing I would not be getting much help
from attorneys trying to shake me down to take my home off the foreclosure
tax sale list. After talking to the attorney handling my building violations.
True to form and as expected after affirming my expectation I repaird to
my council office and after calling Legal Aide got the name of the Lawyer
doing bankruptcy whent back downstairs and spoke to him. He told me I had
until Monday to do my filing and remove my home off the list for same.
Back upstairs the forms were printed I filed them out and talked to an
attorney wanting $2,500 for his fees and $400 would be the down payment.
Futher he told me to pay $14.95 for an online debtors course. We called
the clerk and was told I could come in and file. So 2 PM I was there to
file. After two trips down to my phones kept by security to call Credit
Counselors to get my list of creditors and addresses and phones the $310
filing fee was amortized over 90 says. Monday early before taking my home
of the sale list I have to stop back by and add a few creditors to the
list.
I have to find a microphone to let me record this text with the spoken
word. While I am truly surprised as how little trouble typing has been in
the beuty of the praise surround sound, "I was born to worship Him". As in
just moments near past I reveled in the beauty of Sister Millers healing
and now to chords of "its all about you Jesus", "I am comming back to the
heart of worship."
would have long past put me under. I revel in Chapter 27 of Deb
Millers Little Angel waiting for Herbal Chamomile and Sleepytime
Extra to seep I wait on the throne for a goodbye purge. Cinnamon
I take in the morning has been gagging me so I must reduce the
dose from 2k down to 1k. It sure can color the purge. I temper my
tea with eggplant and lime water with a splash of cider vinager
Given sips of prune and lingering colon cleanse the night has been
spent in royal splendor to the pages of Deb Miller and gentle praise
from WDCX. When I thought I would sleep my eyes rested on her book
which lay next to my bed like so many others. Tonight I though in my
wiating for the sandman let me read a few and now the book is done.
Tears have been shed as I reflect upon the fact that I also have lost
my son three years now to the system. Three years now. Like the hours
lost this week to daytime sleep in the med battles under the fire of
chronic insomnia. Tuesday night spent in Urgent Care but not till it
was Thursday did I rise up Friday feeling rested. Despite getting a
good five hours Tuesday night with new therapy.
Wanting very much not to sleep days in the throes of the jubilation
and depth of pleasure savored in the products of persistent pursuits.
Such as Friday my determination to file bankruptcy going first in the
AM being asked for the forms, meeting Mr Cohen whom I had only met once
when he stopped at my corner on his Motor Cycle to make an offer on my
two properties and telling me my autistic son talks to God. This four
year back. I took his phone. Not knowing Pastor Sam Jr would be telling
me the same night in church that he knows him.
So then upon leaving there and calling my city councilman's office to
let them know I was on my way knowing I would not be getting much help
from attorneys trying to shake me down to take my home off the foreclosure
tax sale list. After talking to the attorney handling my building violations.
True to form and as expected after affirming my expectation I repaird to
my council office and after calling Legal Aide got the name of the Lawyer
doing bankruptcy whent back downstairs and spoke to him. He told me I had
until Monday to do my filing and remove my home off the list for same.
Back upstairs the forms were printed I filed them out and talked to an
attorney wanting $2,500 for his fees and $400 would be the down payment.
Futher he told me to pay $14.95 for an online debtors course. We called
the clerk and was told I could come in and file. So 2 PM I was there to
file. After two trips down to my phones kept by security to call Credit
Counselors to get my list of creditors and addresses and phones the $310
filing fee was amortized over 90 says. Monday early before taking my home
of the sale list I have to stop back by and add a few creditors to the
list.
I have to find a microphone to let me record this text with the spoken
word. While I am truly surprised as how little trouble typing has been in
the beuty of the praise surround sound, "I was born to worship Him". As in
just moments near past I reveled in the beauty of Sister Millers healing
and now to chords of "its all about you Jesus", "I am comming back to the
heart of worship."
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