When Believing Counts for nothing

Today I’ve put some color on my face so I won’t feel pale. I wore my high heels to feel tall and grand. I pulled it off i was taller than everyone and I looked healthy. With my new façade I truly believed I’ll pull it off and have improved some how.

I walked into the temp clinic hoping that my hemoglobin is high now, I truly felt strong and healthy. Then me and Blondie went in thou she wasn’t really happy about the needles she was there, and that says plenty about her character. For the rest of my friends all I’ll say we Need more friends like Blondie incase I or they ever need blood.

I know that I knew that I won’t have 13.5 hemoglobin, simply cuz I’ve never seen that number in my life but I still help to my who believing system. Last time I checked was 2 years ago to qualify for surgery it was 10.4 and that was good enough, and today it was 10.2 dumb luck, crappy blood.

They say good intentions count, with no results they are pointless. I should work on getting my hemoglobin higher and then I’ll host my own blood drive.

I suppose I’ll have to find another way to do good. I’ve concluded that I’ll be an organ donor. If I couldn’t help advance science I’ll do my best to help in any way possible.

The wise man says
“the way to hell is paved with good intentions”

I believe

I believe in the good human nature and in a better tomorrow. We will always do good as long we are given the opportunity, so here we are presented with best opportunity ever, Blood Donation! I think it’s a great cause and doesn’t cost us very much.

I don’t understand why wouldn’t a healthy person donate. The lame excuse of being scared of needles is shameless, saying you are worried you’d faint or so if your healthy enough you wouldn’t. Every healthy person presented with the opportunity should donate.

I believe that I’m healthy and I’ll donate enshalla. This is one of the things on the “before 45 to do list”. If this happens I’ll be a happy fluttering hummingbird.

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The Wise man says
“if you believe it then its your truth”

Too Old To Jump!

It’s a sad truth when you realize you are too old to jump or run, I feel 11 years old in my head I can run up the hill and bungee jump of a cliff. While jumping in jumping castle have put on bed rest for a whole day, and running around a 1 year old have almost set me back 2 oxygen tanks. I still do think I have an eleven-year-old spirit inside me ready to run and jump.

When have I gotten too old to jump? What will happen by 31 brittle bones?

I think we all should change our life styles, before any of us get too fat to walk or too old to stand straight. We need to balance our diet stop the one meal routine most have established or the no meal at all and plenty of snack all day long.

Exercise is good, I should start my original exercise plan which by I park in the furthest parking spot in the parking lot. I think we should walk when we can drive and stand when we can sit.

You know how you will ever lose any access weight you got? its by posting your weight after every post you put on your blog,
I bet you’ll stick to whatever diet or exercise plan you set up for yourself. That will be very interesting, oh well next post I’ll put up my weight and height and see how many posts it will get me to lose the weight I want to lose and how much taller I might get (if only I could). I suppose 21 is too old for any sudden growth spurt huh.

Oh ya anyone feels they need to lose any weight or maybe need any casual exercise tips, I’ll be your fat buddy, who got plenty to say about both as I my self will be trying them out.

So best of luck too all those who have an 11 year old child trapped inside them.

The wiseone says
“Listen to the child within, for he is you honest voice”

Secret Garden

I’ve always wanted a secret hide away, a place no one existed or at least I didn’t need to care about anyone. A place where it’s mystical like Avalon in the mist, a place peaceful and worriless. A place with not so much light just enough to see your way but not so bright.
Recently I’ve come across such a place, and tonight was a wonderful, it was raining and the air cool and fresh. It’s an amazing place where no one is there but me, and that is real and not just in my head. It is a garden but with no chirping birds, no playful kids and no people around. Probably because it’s always late at night, but it’s simply my place and it’s wonderful.
When I’m at the Garden all I hear is some music and my thoughts, I’m happy I wonderfully cheerful, and I couldn’t care less about my soaking clothes. Water puddles reflecting the little light out there and everything goes into a hazy blur, as seeing properly isn’t that important anymore, all that surrounds me feels surreal and I do not need to register any of it thus I am blissfully entranced.

The Wise one says
“Inhale every moment and savor it “