The first knee replacement was the 5th of November. The second just a week ago on the 19th. I have not come to that place yet where I state “I don’t know why I waited so long”. There was no getting around having it done. My L knee was hurting to some extent all the time. I know that having my rotator cuff repair was hard and for a long time I stated that I could not go through that again. The memories of the exact pain however do fade. I am only 9 days out from the second (L knee) surgery and the pain is getting a bit more manageable. I think I took one Lortab in the last 24 hour period and am managing the rest of the day with Ibuprofen and Tylenol. If I am up too much, the swelling and pain take off. We went to Chantelle’s on Thanksgiving and that pretty much canceled out yesterday with the need to rest and recover. Today is Saturday and my house is really starting to annoy me, just dusty and not up to my standards. I would like to clean some and get a Christmas tree up but I can’t handle the pain if I push too hard. Prior to surgery I did a lot of self talk and told myself I would just have to calm down and remember that a lot of this stuff does not matter. My house is cleaner than a lot anyway but there are also all the unfinished construction projects. The stair railings need to get redone, all the trim redone. Rik has really torn a lot of things up and then he moves on but doesn’t finish or fix what he did. I don’t know if he lacks confidence in his finish work. I think he probably has ADD. There is no room in our house that has been left unscathed by his beginning or destruction but then he moves on. I don’t get it! I am a type A – perfectionist and I need to feel the peace of the finished project. None of this jives with a body that is trying to heal, it is the holiday season but I wear out so quick, I feel unattractive but can’t really work on weight loss when I am just struggling to eat what doesn’t make my stomach hurt and cause heartburn. The first knee surgery I made mistakes with how I took or didn’t take the pain meds, not eating properly or doing my therapy. This time I am doing better but still need to do my exercises more, ice more regularly and cut myself some slack because I now have two healing knees.
All of the election mess is still ongoing. Though Joe Biden is calling himself President elect, the GOP states there is no such title. None of the electoral votes have really been awarded yet and President Trump’s teams are doing all they can submitting lawsuits of fraud. It seems they are rejecting them quicker than the teams can get then in. I am a bright person and you can tell the election was stolen but finding that visible tangible evidence has been daunting, at least quickly. There is no doubt in my mind that eventually they will prove all the corruption that has taken place but I am afraid that it will be after they have shoved Joe Biden into the Whitehouse. They talk about a 2024 run for President Trump if that happens. I honestly do not know what super human strength he has to have put up with what the democratic party has done to him and I don’t know that I would ever want any more of this sewage in my life (if I were him) but all of this shows that he loves our country, he is a right fighter and he also despises what they represent. I do too Mr. President.
The year 2020 brought us (Utah) an earthquake, an essential hurricane, COVID (and all it’s destuction) and what I hope is the ugliest political battle (election steal) ever. While we may not see the first three again, our political swamp will never be cleared. We will continue to deteriorate until God takes back this land for our savior.
On November 3rd, election for the 46th President of the United States was held. I had gone back and forth on my feelings of whether Trump could win, not because he shouldn’t, but because it has become evident how much corruption there is. The opponent Biden (many think he has Alzheimer’s) sat in his basement for weeks, not campaigning. The times he would go out, there was gaffe after gaffe from his mouth but you could see him truly struggling. There were a couple times I watched his wife sitting next to him so uncomfortable, just clinching her teeth and praying he would utter the words he was suppose to say. How could the democratic party be so cruel that they would push a man to this? They would be willing to destroy him. His name will for the rest of time never be held up to represent good or ensue wonderful memories, but will make people recall the tool that he was made to be. Holding the hand of Kamala Harris, who is thrilled to be the first female VP (of color). They proclaim this and I just cannot believe we have not come further than this as a people and nation that they have to play that as the most important part of the deal.
When the evening came and States started to close their polls, Trump was clipping along but then as it got to the last half dozen or so States ie., Pennsylvania, Georgia that would lead to 270 electoral votes. Things began dragging and just freezing with various explanations offered of problems with starting late, machine malfunctions. I heard someone speak of the world trade centers being hit and that with the first one, you felt shocked, and confused but then as the second one was hit, this feeling of dread, horror and heartbreak started to enter your soul. It was hard to believe that such evil was around us and settling over us. That was exactly how I felt as I watched the elections unfold. They were not going to let Trump win. No matter how many people showed up at his rallies proclaiming their faith in the job he has done, in spite of the coronavirus being all around us, the frigid temperatures and waiting hours to possibly get in to thank this man and proclaim support, they kept going. When Biden would go out, they would be lucky to get a crowd of 15 people outside his staff to come. In spite of this, I could not feel any confidence that Trump would be reelected because the evil and corruption and hate is looming over our country even larger than this virus and plague that has crippled our nation.
It is now 6 days later and Trump is trying to assemble a team of lawyers and staff that will fight to the bitter end to show that this election was stolen. In my mind, there is no doubt that if all the corruption could be cleaned up and wiped away, this would have been victorious to President Trump in the largest election landslide ever in our country. I want to believe they can be victorious. I am terrified the insult and crippling that will be done to us with the leadership of Biden/Harris. I doubt that Biden will be able to make it through half of a term without becoming incompetent and Kamala being placed as the President. She is as far left, liberal as any get. The election has been stolen and I am trying to have faith. Faith, that this is really God’s land and in spite of what evil can and will accomplish, God will bring the ultimate plan to fruition. We are told we, that are living now are the strongest, most valiant. That we will be able to stand up to the evils of this world. It feels that between the coronavirus and this election, my spirit cannot take much more. My heart feels broken.
This is not a mess. It is so obvious everyone got the memo except the loyal GOP. It started to go to Trump and it all started freezing awaiting further instruction how to steal it. I kept thinking how would they really do this? I can’t believe what I sat and watched, starting with listening to the Fox morons trying to sell us garbage that Arizona had to be called to Biden and then just excuse after excuse. I saw the numbers and it was clear that a path for Biden to win was dissolving away. They are stealing it. Saying it is the people’s decision and then stealing it for all the world to see.