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At Seventeen… becomes true again as we reach a certain age.

As we age, this song becomes true again.

We become invisible as our skins dry and shrivel like the petal of a rose.

It doesn’t have to happen. We have L’BRI. Water the flower that feeds your soul and take back the power you have to create your visage and reality- in a healthy and natural way.

Don’t grow invisible- grow fearless and redefine what age is.

linktr.ee/missmaisieandme and scroll to my first link for yours.

My dad’s little sister, Sherri.
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Autoimmune Skin after 50- My 5 month results using L’BRI



DRUMROLL PLEASE…

5 MONTHS OF L’BRI before/after pics!!!! I took the before photos during a lupus flare in February and I am currently in the midst of another flare. 52 yrs old. No filters, no makeup, hadn’t washed my face yet.

I started with the gentle samples for a week and moved on to the 8 piece anti-aging kit for combination skin.

My butterfly rash, age spots, and pores diminished like magic. Aloe is really miraculous.

PLUS CHECK OUT MY NECK, PEOPLE!!

Even *I* am in awe.

To get your youth back go to linktr.ee/missmaisieandme

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Aleph Bet Hebrew Skirt Project

We felt well enough to finish sewing her Aleph Bet Hebrew Alphabet skirt (with literal NAPS in between steps), just in case we’re well enough to attend family services tomorrow. She learned the Shema and Oseh Shalom with the other little ones and they’re kicking off a special Friday thing tomorrow.

She also loves (and I mean LOVES) this video of the kids Hebrew Alphabet song- at the rate she is going, we could possibly add Hebrew to her English and Persian and Filipino and smattering of French she knows already:

She also received a “Little Trixie”- a dressmaker’s dummy dressform, whatchamacallit. I call my big one Trixie, so now I guess it’s Trixie Sr.

The kiddie one is by Dritz and it is ADORABLE.  Maisie keeps hugging it like it’s her best friend. The measurements are adjustable to about size 12-14 kids, so this thing should hold up for a long, long time.

Maisie is slim and tall, so the measurements are a bit bigger than her actual girth- but with elastic waistbands and twirly skirts, that doesn’t matter.

All Maisie requests in a skirt are that they twirl and they have cool fabric. I can do this.

Actually, R’s been doing the actual sewing, while I tell him what to do. I prefer draping and design and hand sewing to machine stuff and cutting. To him, using a sewing machine is no different than making things out of wood with tools. He just has to be told how to do it and he does it.

All skirts are lined. I think the next one will only have elastic in the back of the waistband, unless I feel lazy.

I honestly decided to make these because:

1. Well made girl’s skirts are PRICEY

2. We all know how to sew and I would love her to have unique prints and fabrics

3. It helps to teach her to sew and know where her clothes come from and HOW THEY ARE CONSTRUCTED.

I think this is important. I was taught these skills and I want to pass them to her.

4. We love projects! LOL!

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Maisie’s Little Stomach Bug Nearly Felled Us All!

Holy moly! That ‘little bug’ the child brought home from Montessori not only infected her (she actually had the mildest form)- I toppled after, like a tree. I seriously thought I was going to die. It was one of those bugs that involves all ends and orifices (sorry for the TMI), makes one feel like you’ve been beaten with wire hangers by disgruntled 40s film stars.

Not pleasant- and it made me sleep for days.

The rest of the fam thought it was easy-peasy and I was just having some health spell (because Maisie made it look so innocuous)- until THEY were hit with it.

I actually found one older male family member passed out on the floor between the downstairs toilet and the piano room guest bed, where he decided to camp (to be closer to the loo)- he’d been there for 3 hours and too weak to get up!

After frantic texts to my long-suffering, but freaking fantastic doctor, who told me to get 1/2L of liquid into him every 30 min, do his vitals, etc- he survived. He told me he seriously didn’t think he would survive. It scared him- and everyone else.

I spooned soup and dry toast and bagel into everyone… and bleached and scrubbed and washed nasty things I won’t mention.

I also made homemade saffron chicken garlic soup with noodles (and once with wild rice) 2 days running. If you don’t have an Instant Pot, buy one, NOW. It saved our lives. How else can one cook a 4 hour soup in under 30 minutes? Amazing gadget.

R was also hit hard and is still in feeling the effects.  He’s young, he’ll live. Even my dad’s got a touch of it, but he has the sense to hydrate. I have to remind everyone else to keep drinking.

I kept the BRAT diet thing on point. Seemed to work.

R, who is allergic to milk, decided to drink it for his heartburn- when I told him a Zantac would have been more effective- and now he’s back to stomach issues. What can I do?!

I can just say “I told ya so” and make sure they try to follow some sort of sensible thing.

It’s weird- I am frequently sick, so I know how severe this was. It was worse than my emboli, seriously. When you’re out of your mind with fever and in pain, you just pretty much think the the end is near lol. Being the healthiest cat in the house, besides Maisie, was a new one for me- or the first time in the longest time.

C didn’t get it, yet. I hope he never does. He has the heartiest immune system in the house, knock wood.

Maisie seems to be over it. Her appetite returned with a vengeance today.

We felt well enough to finish sewing her Aleph Bet Hebrew Alphabet skirt (with literal NAPS in between steps), just in case we’re well enough to attend family services tomorrow. She learned the Shema and Oseh Shalom with the other little ones and they’re kicking off a special Friday thing tomorrow.

So much for the update- will add more in next post!

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Maisie’s Sick In Bed YouTube Science Videos

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My poor little monkey woke up with a stomach bug. She’s rarely sick, knock wood- and refused to believe there was anything wrong with herself.

She DID have time this morning to want to make math and science vids from her 4 yr old perspective.

#1 tells the difference between googol and Google:

#2 is kind of all about the tastebuds of the tongue…

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She’s so cute, even when she’s not feeling well! ❤

 

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Still Alive- Still Recovering from Pulmonary Embolisms and Pseudomonas Infection

Been a rough few months. Post PE syndrome is no joke. Glad to still be alive, though.

Found out that the hospital I had my surgery in for the hysterectomy gave me an almost fatal superbug uti (they sent me home with a catheter AND TOLD ME TO REMOVE IT MYSELF)- a pseudomonas infection.

I spent a week at the local cancer center getting antibiotic infusion treatments via IV. Since then, I’ve been much less chipper and so tired.

I don’t trust American hospitals anymore.

I started a cpap machine for sleep apnea 2 days ago, after having a sleep study done last month. I was having moderate apnea.

This is a fantastic article:

https://www.elsevier.com/about/press-releases/research-and-journals/sleep-apnea-can-contribute-to-recurring-pulmonary-embolism

Sorry for the short blog post, but super tired!

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Back in Hospital 4 Days Ago- Out Now

this is getting tediously repetitive- found out the other day that my ovaries were about 10 yrs younger than the rest of me or more- and to not expect menopause for another 10 yrs or so, give or take.

Good thing I’ve no more uterus, or I could have been shooting out more babies far into my dotage!

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Updates on Last Hospital Visit/Pulmonary Embolisms

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at Kalamazoo Hospital- warts and all, no fuckin’ filter. 

Consolidating everything here:

I had a DaVinci Robotic hysterectomy on 12 July- they kept my ovaries (and doc says I may not go into menopause til near 60, as I apparently have abnormally young bits, yikes)- this surgery cured a lot of pain, but caused even worse. I almost died suddenly from blood clots to both lungs which were directly from the surgery, they surmise.

3 Weeks after my initial diagnosis and my embolisms on both sides are exactly the same as they were on August 8, but have not gotten new ones and they haven’t grown- had chest CT at Bronson last night.

Doc believes the first embolism may have occurred on July 27th, as I had an ‘attack’ that I thought was a newfound food allergy- but consistent with PEs.

However, it doesn’t sound like they’ve gotten any smaller, either…

I need to see a cardiologist at Bronson ASAP and have a Holter monitor done to find out what is going on, but they cannot do that In the ER.

They seem to think that my symptoms are because of this PE and I need to take it easy until the cardiologist fits me with a Holter- 

I feel very frustrated that I am basically supposed to be bedridden. The doctor said it was more important for me to hydrate than to move around at this point

Hospital cut me loose last night with a long acting beta blocker (metoprolol)- I am only supposed to take a fraction. He wants mr to start with half at bedtime, but I’ve played this bp med game before. I will do a quarter tonight.

I am waiting for the referral to go through with the cardiology department at Bronson in Kalamazoo, MI- which is 45 min from me, but a better hospital than the one around the corner.

Until then, I am basically supposed to act like a vegetable and keep hydrated.

My resting heart rate is higher daily, no matter what I do. This morning I woke up to it being 83 on avg while flat on back. I am power hydrating. My old avg per fitbit was 69-70. It goes up every day now this week. If I stand, it shoots up to 120-130 minimum.

Took over a dozen sticks, an u/s, and 1.5 hours to get a 20 port IV into me so I could have a CT. The head mosquito vascular nurse said I broke her streak. I’m a horribly terrible poke. LOL. Basically, I am the micropenis of the vein world. That’s a comforting thought. 

However, probably the nicest hospital experience I’ve had in years. Immediate, prompt care- real eye contact. Immediate info and they didn’t hold us hostage for 3 days and keep trying to drug me with hysterical Victorian woman meds.

There you have it.