From Lupus to Sciatica to Overeating

  I'm tired.  I need a break today.  I'm sick of looking for emails lost within junk mail I saved by accident.  I'm about as organized as my three year old granddaughter.  She might do better. This whole business with the goddamn mirror that the truck knocked off on 4th Street in Philly and the rotten adjuster from Liberty --is there more?  Oh, yeah, getting the business to clean out the attic from the raccoon....and something I gave up on.  I forget now.  I can call any spirit and tell what that condescending jerk is feeling and hoping, but...at least, he wasn't lying.  (I never forgive people who lie to my face. The neighbor who makes up ridiculous lies is funny, although he doesn't mean to be. People like trmp, who can't stop themselves...it's an illness.)  I want to give everything to the lawyer and never hear about it again until I get the money they owe me.  I don't care about people paying me for psychic stuff.  I do it for free all the time because I love to do it and I don't need the money, but when an insurance company is supposed to pay me back for something covered in the policy, I want it.  My psychic teacher, Susan Lynn, says there has to be an exchange of energy with psychic info.  I love giving it, I guess if people love getting it, that's an exchange.  I do charge, but I let it go, easily.  

  I was supposed to spend time with my twin--from two lives ago--today, but I'm overwhelmed by the bullshit.  Normally, I'd go.  I have always gone, but now, I just want to go back to bed.  I'm up and ready to leave for my MRI that's somewhere down here in suburbland.  Delaware.  I love it.  I love my house, but it needs constant help.  I built this beautiful four-season garden that I kept up.  That's how I ruined my back, from using my favorite shovel.  I'll include a photo of the painting.  I never considered how it would be done if I didn't have the energy to do it.  Now I know.  I need someone to get the pathways cleaned up.  Who's going to pull out the weeds?  The ivy has to be pulled off the trees and the garage has to be free of weeds and ivy too.  Oh dear.  I can barely walk now.  Acupuncture yesterday.  And it will be for weeks.  I'm grateful I can do it.  Why are all the Lupies people who don't rest unless they absolutely must?

  Tomorrow, unless I have a problem, I'll see my oldest granddaughter.  She's all of ten, going on sixteen.  I took her out to her favorite restaurant within walking distance.  (Once you park in Philly, you don't move, because you will lose your spot.)  She currently has a broken foot and is on crutches.  I'm just on a cane.  (The acupuncture worked because I couldn't have walked one and a half blocks before.)  She brought a lot of her food home, but I ate mine and was sorry later.  Fried onions were always such a treat, but not this time.

  And now, this is the Art I'm doing.

  These little advertisements were taken from old pieces.  I sold the bottom one.  I don't know about the other one.  I actually did a large mixed media piece.  I just have to take a photo.. If you haven't taken a look at my YouTube channel, please do, and push the buttons.  I'm having a wonderful time using these new skills and being myself.

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Whatever Life Throws At Ya!

 I have so many FB pages; I created them before and then couldn't delete them. Someone else deleted the main one. The best thing is I don't really care. Stuff happens. I would like to build up my psychic medium practice. I can't believe how good I am, but then, I can see spirits, I'm an empath, and I can look into movements. Plus, I've had fifty years of psychotherapy. (I was walked through working at the BRT and long before that, through the Academy.) M y first therapist is waiting for me to kick the bucket so I can work with him. He's a psychoanalyst, the old Freudian type. He must have realised I was an empath fifty years ago. Or something. I'm not kidding. lol Here's my podcast address:https://www.youtube.com/@JayneePainterjayneMedium Just in case you're interested.

It's almost Netflix Coma time. I take from 7 on, to just relax and watch movies or read. Not much reading though till late. I need to go give the animals their nightly treats. One is asleep in front of me, on the desk. Downstairs, the contractor is putting in the new storm door. The old one suddenly cracked into a million pieces. That's the latest. Before that, we had a flood around the front door that ruined the floor in the family room and the wall. Then, I went to a conference in Chicago, fell, and broke my shoulder. After that, we discovered we had mice in my chest of drawers next to the upstairs cat's food. Next, a waterfall in the kitchen. We needed a new roof. Then, we were told we needed a new air conditioning unit. Then a catalytic converter for the car. In Philly for Harry's doctor visit, a truck passed by and took off our driver's side mirror. I can barely walk due to sciatica. Nothing yet has touched it. Liberty Mutual sent their guy to see the waterfall damage and he decided to look at things that were either from seventeen years ago and call the current damage old. He totally ignored what I said. The truck folks kept saying they didn't get the photos of the damage. Liberty Mutual said it wasn't their problem.. We still haven't gotten anyone to clean out the attic. I forgot to mention that when we looked in the attic to see if the waterfall damaged anything there, we saw a raccoon. We paid to capture her and the people were very humane, very caring.

I just ordered stuff to sage the house today. I will have to somehow walk around the house outside with it. I don't know how I'll do that since it's agony to walk. I've been using a rollator, which is a walker with a seat, to get around, but I can walk only a little then I need to rest. The pain is a killer. I'm ready for anything that stops the pain.

Lupus! Or, it might be old person IBS. Nobody's telling me. Anymore, I feel sad to cancel appointments, but I've resigned myself. I'm trying to regrow hair, using Minoxidil. That lupus fun hair loss. I used to buy wigs, but I could see on the podcasts, they didn't look so good. I haven't seen hair growing, but I'm continuing for now. The IBS can be a problem, but it's best to roll with it, because I can't fix it. Now, that I can barely walk, I see the perspective. Does Lupus have anything to do with inflammation? Ha! You better believe it! Prednisone doesn't seem to help the sciatica though, nor the mysterious IBS. I still have it from my neurologist who's under indictment now and not practicing. He listened and I loved him. Oh, well. Humans do stuff they shouldn't all the time. We make mistakes. I had one specialist touch me inappropriately. It happens. I minded and I switched. Life. I'm 76.

I'll go give my furbabies their treats. It's past their time and they've been looking at their little watches. The painting is of Susan Ginsberg. She came to me last year, in a vision, and asked me to paint her, Panda, and Rocky. Panda licked my face! I finished the painting in March, this year. Needless to say, Susan was a good friend, and one of the loveliest people I knew. I especially like the non-realism of the painting. Not too much, but it's there.

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