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Originally Posted by JesseQuinn
(Post 22475583)
that sounds like a huge challenge in your life and I'm sorry you have to deal with that. you're not stupid though
pro tip, if you have a bad memory don't lie. you just lied again in your post and it's really sadly glaringly obvious.
just be you, you have nothing to prove. keep your head up girl and and try to not devalue and disparage women or concoct fairy tales for no discernible reason or purpose. when you do that yeah, you look stupid and mean. it's not that difficult to be you, just be the real you and problem solved and no one here would call you out on that
wish ya the best
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Yes, I lied about the ten inches. Nine point five inches is right but I forget and didn’t measure recently. That’s why I don’t lie as I cannot remember what I said.
I don’t disparage women but disparage the acts some people do and not just women. No fairy tales by me. I’d not remember them and most stories were online previously. Some stories might be hard to believe but my life has never been normal. You wouldn’t believe the things that I’ve dealt with regarding medical issues. I find them hard to believe and I lived through them! I’m still in litigation with a rehab center from nearly twelve years ago. I won’t drop it until a judge says so. Details can’t be publicly written or it could poison the minds of people involved. That’s from the attorney after I wrote about it on my blog.
People will think I’m stupid because of my memory and then say I’m playing games as I remember the Great Blizzard of ‘78 or my bank balance when I became ill. I never knew the ramifications of amnesia or how it can affect your being. I still research why I went from pain to being paralyzed, clear speech to mild stroke speech and exceptional memory to no memory.
I emailed the hospitals I was in for seventeen weeks or twenty-two weeks (can’t recall) yet they won’t provide records or reasons why. Oh one hospital wants a quarter per page for copying my records. Seven hundred pages plus more money for MRI scans, X-rays, CT scans, brain wave studies and the tests where they ran wires up my ankle to my heart. I can’t remember the name but it looked for blockages, clots, and inflammation in my veins I’m glad the memory is just a scar.
Life is a huge challenge now and I appreciate your sentiments. You take for granted the ability to walk, turn in bed, sit without pain, talk clearly, write clearly, and remember the date of your father’s death.
Time to get help to sleep on my side. Fun, fun, fun.
Oh, a poster here will call me this week to verify my gender. Gee, I need to learn a Boston accent, female voice, stroke speak and practice speaking like a female. I’ll start with sales ... females love sales!
Again I go to sleep laughing 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪
