This… Last 3 Days…

I had my monthly infusion on Thursday. Everything went fine!  No migraine, no nausea! As my nurse was de-accessing my port, she asked me if I had gotten both of my Evasheld shots - she explained it as vaccines against Covid that only Primary Immunodeficient patients could get. Not ever hearing about it, she stated that “we need to get that in you, I had zero reaction.  You need them, let me go draw them up.” Off she went.

I got 2 registered vaccinations, one in each arm, and off I went. I generally sleep the day off as I have to take 4 antihistamines to take my IgIV, so when I came home, I sat in my recliner dozing. Later in the evening, when I closed my eyes, demons would be there!  People out to slay me. Terrible flashes of horrible stuff! Of course I would startle and open my eyes, try to watch tv and doze again… same thing happened!

Finally, it was time to go to bed. I would doze, startle awake and repeat. About midnight, I started itching from the core of my body.  No rash, but a terrible clawing itch. I swear, even my ears - deep inside! It was awful! Between the hallucinations and itching, the next two days were miserable! I snuggled with my cat all 3 days.  She loves to ‘hold hands’ - isn’t that sweet?

My Dr has Covid (he is at home) so I couldn’t bother him, and his nurse was on her weekend, so I didn’t bother her.  I do have a Primary Immunodeficient friend, who also has weird reaction to meds, and I was so tired and sick that I couldn’t think straight, so I messaged her asking if she had any ideas.  Thankfully she did, and together, we figured out a plan of action, and 6 hours later I was coming around.  Today I woke up back to my normal - which we all know is definitely not normal!  🤣

Thank God for people in my corner!  This was the most terrifying reaction I have ever had - and now I think these damned Covid vaccinations are injecting… well, I don’t know what the hell they are putting in me, but never again!  I went to church today to pray the demons out!  Gads!  What a scary 3 days!  And shame on me for allowing her to dive in and give me the shots!  Shame on me for trusting her!  What was I thinking?!? I react to every medication in a weird way - why did I think THAT would not affect me?

‘Nuff about that… Today was our preacher, Dylan’s, last day.  He has taken a job in El Reno, so his wife and year-old-twins are heading out Thursday. We are getting a new preacher from Newkirk.  I pray we love him.  Looking forward to changes.  Shuffling the deck is often good - brings new blood, new ideas, new friends.  Praying that is our case this time.

That is all today.  Later!  Going to celebrate our children’s father - love that guy!  🥰

My Name Story - Family Question #4

My given name is unusual.  It is Euvah, pronounced YOU-vuh.  There is a story about it, and not one that thrills me, but it is a part of who I am.  My mom, Karen, was married to my dad, Boyd.  He was trying to be a photographer when I was born.  You would think there would be a million pictures of me with my mom… but I only have one, somewhere in this mountain of pics everyone thinks I need.

But instead, I have a hundred or so pics of a woman dad knew named… you guessed it… Euvah. Euvah Richards holding Euvah Gail.  A lot!  Of Euvah and Euvah pics.  A lot!

I assumed that it was another one of my father’s mistresses, but I recently asked my Uncle Danny if that was true. He got quiet, thought about it a bit, and then told me that he thought dad was infatuated with Euvah R, but she never responded, so he didn’t think that she was his mistress. But who would hang around a married man and hold his newborn baby for hundreds of pics - and why?!?

So I am either named after his infatuation or his mistress.  Momma said he absolutely insisted I be named Euvah.  She had chose another name to go with Gail, but he had no part of it. So I am Euvah… baddoova whatta cadoova… Gail (I love)… you know my last name… and from you know where.  I never was given the gift of thought until Steve and I had been married many years, so I never even considered going by Gail until it was far too late.

Pretty much all people with my married last name in the south are black, so reading my first and last name, people are startled when the see ME!  🤣

This picture… is me on a rug that I still own.  I wish I could say it was this fuzzy though… 🤣

First Historical Event? Question #3

What is the first historical event you remember from your childhood?  

I was on my daily walk around the neighborhood at 1318 and had arrived at the Pennington’s home. The date was July 20, 1969, which made me 10 years old.  

I did this daily walk around the neighborhood visiting with all my neighbor friends and apparently ate at every place I stopped because they always offered me something.  I probably was bored, too, as we didn’t own a tv!  

Mr Pennington was watching their tv when I arrived, and as I walked in, Mrs Pennington told me that a man was walking on the moon!  Mr Pennington promptly stood up and said, “That is HOGWASH! They set this up in a film studio and NO ONE is actually walking on the moon!” He pointed at me and sails, “And don’t you believe for a minute that a man is walking on the moon! Do you understand?!?”

I am not sure what I said, but I do remember leaving quickly and going next door to the next neighbor’s on my daily list, old Mrs. McGowan’s, and sitting with her and watching the man walking on the moon - or in the tv studio - I wasn’t sure which.  Thankfully, my grandfather, told me that it truly did happen, that a spaceship had been preparing for years to go to the moon and they finally did it!  

Did any other historical events affect you? 

I only vaguely remember my mom and her friend’s talking about President Kennedy’s assassination. I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was huge. I would have been almost 5.

When Ronald Reagan was shot, it affected me deeply. I think that was when I realized our world was truly not safe. I was astounded that someone could get close enough to the leader of our nation to shoot him.  

Princess Diana’s death. It hurt deeply. A lady that was truly a princess helping others, raising her boys and the fact that she was so full of grace. The world lost a treasure that day; a caring soul. I can’t imagine what she could have done in her lifetime.  

9-11-2001. What a horrific day in so many ways. Terrorists flew planes into the twin towers, into the Pentagon and one into the ground. So many deaths, and my brother was in the Pentagon and was a first responder to those injured and killed. He survived, but many did not.  

Hurricane Andrew. We were in our home for Andrew’s fury. We were on the edge of his eye. Our roof lifted, split rafters and made horrific noises, but we made it through. Wind meters broke off at 217mph right by us. He left us with no electricity for 6.5 weeks, no potable water for a month. We could open the doors for the stench, we couldn’t close them for the heat. Everyone was in the same boat, we had to clean up entirely by ourselves. It took months. We still have sweats when we see the lines of national guard trucks, the miles of electric trucks and hear of tropical storms entering the gulf.

Neurology Update

 

I have gotten my neurology results!  I have no sign of dementia!  I have mild inflammation in my brain stem, probably from anxiety and stress - which I do have a lot of anxiety and some stress.  So all is well!  The man that did my dementia testing agreed that he thinks my problems are the many layers of disease.  So hallelujah!  All is well.  Well, mentally speaking!  🤣

Family Question 2

Our sister, Shari, has started a family question a week with us sisters and brother.  I will be posting my answers here.

Who are the biggest people influences in your life?  

(Can and should be more than one person, and can be as many as you like)

Who most influenced my life?

           

My grandparents. They were Christian, solidly based, respectful to me and taught me to be respectful to everyone else no matter the circumstances. I was taught when I can’t be nice, that I can’t be rude. They took me to church, taught me to pray and prayed with me at every meal and at bedtime. We read the Bible together daily. Wonderful stories that I still love hearing.  

Grans taught me that I don’t know everyone else’s circumstances and that while other people might show anger, it wasn’t necessarily at me. They taught me forgiveness, because not to (forgive) only destroys me, not with whoever I am angry with. Rarely do I stay angry for more than a few minutes thanks to them. My grandparents gave me and my 4 boy cousins unconditional love and lots of grace as well, I am so thankful I had them to fall back on when my parents couldn’t put a roof over my head and food in my tummy.

My mom and dad. Influenced me to know how I didn’t want to live the rest of my life. Anger, jealousy, hate, smoking, filthy and poor.

John G. Not good influence, but it taught me my children could be hurt in very many ways. It taught me to protect them and things to watch for. However, he did teach me to look at the beauty on our trips through Arkansas and Oklahoma. He taught me a whole lot of ugliness as well, but it all influenced my future.

Moma. She made so many mistakes, but I learned from them, too. She was lied to and deceived by dad, he cheated on her and flaunted it, left her with 4 kids and $50 (total) for child support, in a house that needed a ton of work. She was overwhelmed, suckered by an asshole, tried to go to college, but couldn’t keep up with her schoolwork, us kids, her health, then she broke her back, in a car wreck, when dad ran her off the road and yet with all of that, she was determined to keep us together. Sadly, trusted someone else who was as mentally ill as dad was. Unfortunately, moma was raised with mentally ill people and didn’t have a solid base to grow from.  

At some point she gave up and gave in, but she damned sure tried u til then. Once we were all grown, I healed, we talked, and I understood so much more. I am so glad we became best friends and I was able to move on past the bad times. However, I have to say, those bad times gave me lots of strength for life ahead of me. I miss my daily calls, letter and moma to this day. I especially miss her 12:01am Happy Birthday call and her cards, that had pictures of cut out items in them, of what she would buy us if she had ever had the money to.

Liz, Shari and Danny. I am so close to my brother and sisters and I cherish them.  They taught me the world was worth living in with their sweet smiles, their laughter and their shenanigans. They made me want to be a moma because I loved them so very much.  They made my world twirl as a kid and still do to this day.  

Steve. He barely even knew me, but he found out my circumstances when he heard me screaming and plowed through the door to get me to safety. I sat with him bawling for hours and told him about most of my past. 3 days later, we married - because he was determined I wasn’t going back, and I was determined I would never live with someone I wasn’t married to.  🤣

From that day forward, he protected me, encouraged me and showed me how a family is supposed to function. He believed in me and saw something I never saw in myself. He accepted my family like his own, opened our home to them and encouraged them as well. He retired to care for me when I was diagnosed with ICL, he now administers IV antibiotics for me through my port, stays with me through IgIV, to be there for any reactions I have, and now tends to things I can no longer do at home. 

He absolutely loves me and all my warts just as I love him with all of his.  It was a marriage made in Heaven and a work of heart for us to survive, but we did it. I thank God every day for sending me Steve and everyone else who influenced my decisions. 

I love where we are, but wish I was healthier to fully enjoy retirement.  I want to travel and travel some more!  I love exploring new places.

Holy City in Wichita Mountains

We went to the Holy City while we were in the Wichita Mountain are near Lawton.  It is a great little stop to visit. There is an itty bitty sign in the Wildlife Refuge that says

Holy City ➡️ and you really have to watch for it.  

Worth going to!

 

Mike and Cheryl waving bye!

 

Impromptu Family Reunion

A month ago, our niece in Indianapolis, let us know she was coming to Steve’s mom’s house (her grandma’s). So, her sister, in Houston, decided to meet her there to play with her nephew and let us know last week that her family was coming.  Steve’s brother, of course, wants to see he grandson, so he made arrangements to come from Shreveport.  And we certainly couldn’t let it happen without us, so we made plans to go.  I let my kiddos know the end of the week and they decided to go.  So in a few days time a mini family reunion evolved.  

However, Raelee couldn’t come because no one thought to tell her ahead of time that we were going to western Oklahoma.  Her mom has been overwhelmed with school and I thought she had been told.  I am broken hearted.  How in the world did that happen?  Because I didn’t use the family Messenger ap.  Never again!  😢

Anyway, here are a few pics…

Rod, mother, Jeremy, Stephenie, Ari, Jennifer, Jeff, Justin, Carey, Adam Cate, Euvah, Red.  

Adair/Bryant/Jones/Miller/Vernon family  ❤️

Jeremy, Carey, Stephenie, Jennifer.  

Cousins being cousins.  🤣

Jeff, Yvonne (mother), Jennifer holding Jackson

4 generations!  ❤️

           

Jackson’s baby bitties, because they are so sweet at 6 months!  🥰