Whacked!

It was a great day Tuesday, lots of errands to run and I was able to do it!  I seem to be getting stronger daily!  And then BLAM!

Yeah, suddenly my stomach was churning, I was dizzy, my ears were aching neck and jaw pain.  Honestly, I thought I might have been poisoned or time for the big one!  And, I hoped I was about to die.

The past week has been almost intolerable.  Gaelic Girl has taken a mental nose dive again and I seem to once again be the target of her venom. I rolled the idea around in my head that she was trying to bump me off - but i had bought the burgers for the dinner and she had not been near my food.  Maybe Wendy's Gouda-bacon-cheese burger was not the winner it tasted?

Later I was able to take my blood pressure ... sigh ... worse reading in weeks: 189/116.  Not exactly good.  I had drunk about a liter of black tea, the Wendy's takeout was salty ... maybe I am just getting sensitive again.

I calmed down as best I could, even starting to feel a little better and BLAM!  She hits me with, "We need to talk ..."  That can only mean one thing - back to the idea that we have some form of relationship left after she went whack-o in 2009.  But, I am not going there, not with my blood pressure like it is!  I know she does not care about me or a relationship, I got up and went to bed.

Of course you have to realize that she has been giving it to me since Christmas, daily doses of hate, ugly looks and every thing she can do to make my life harder than it already is.  So, last night was expected, just not the level of chest pain involved.  But, hey, that is my problem remember?

Sort of reminds me of a lady whom was telling the congregation about how much she had hated her husband - for decades.  So, she had come up with the idea that she would feed him the fattest diet she could create - meals high in fats sure to kill him off faster.  It took 23 years but she got her heart attack out of him ... and she let him die rather than call emergency services even.

"But, I did not kill him, right?  I mean he cleaned his plate nightly and if he had a heart problem that was his problem."

Of course, there was utter silence and the pastor shifted his feet a few times and you know he really wanted to be on that beach in Hawaii at the time.  How do you give the church's biggest donor, the richest lady in the church, the surprise you know is coming?

"No, you did not kill him.  You murdered him in your heart 23 years ago ...  And, yes, that is sin and that is murder."

The following Monday, he escorted her to the Sheriff's Office to turn herself in - they laughed at her story and told her to go home ...  She felt vindicated, the pastor was aghast and we all went, "DOH!"  Yeah, she left the church because it was "judging" her.

And GG has ploughed through these past years doing all she can to make me have that heart attack.  I know she had been hoping I was not going to survive the series surgeries last year.  I imagine if frustrates her greatly that God is blessing me, when she wants me cursed.  So, I watch ...

God will move in His time, either taking me home or whacking her.  Personally, I vote she learn a lesson she refuses to hear.  And I need to get my act together and find a safe place in the next year.