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When I am coherent again, I have to talk about the body shaming going on STILL in 21st century reproductive healthcare

When I am coherent enough, I am going to blog some super TMI issues re women’s health post hysterectomy.
 
I am really shocked and alarmed by the ignorance of the ‘counselors’ at my oncologist’s. When describing symptoms, after having to google a lot of things on the wonderful site Hyster Sisters, I had to refer the damned PA to the site.
 
Every time I mentioned something, her response was “I never heard of that”. I felt body shamed. I had to tell her to go to the web boards and google it herself, so she would not have to use those words again with someone else- someone perhaps a bit more trusting of her doctors and less able to do their own research.
 
Same thing happened in Borgess after I couldn’t urinate when the catheter was removed. I had a male AND female nurse with me and I said:
 
“This is a bit TMI, but the only thing I can liken it to- and I’ve never had any issues peeing after previous abdominal surgeries- is when a person has an orgasm and cannot pee after from the swelling”
 
Well, shit. The female nurse turned BEET RED and I was left with the male nurse, who was patting my hand and commiserating with me. The female never came back, btw.
 
WHY are women in the 21st century STILL too scared to talk about their bodies?! WHY is it taboo to mention things to your own health care providers?!
 
Eff this shit. There needs to be a change.
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Frauds & Old Broads

I’m too old for this bullshit”

At least that’s what I say

While muttering under my breath

Judging the other old broad

Who is simply clinging to dreams

Long since shattered by genes

and drugs

and other people’s opinions…

“I am too old for this bullshit”

I keep telling myself these lies

While I, too, am just as insecure

Aging not as fast as the other bird

But clinging fast to a pipedream

Fostered by hard work

and artifice

and expensive fucking fillers…

“We are both frauds, you and I”

I will say I’m almost 50

while I pop my heart meds

and stare at my smooth face

in the mirror

made deceptively young

while my insides rot away

like everybody else’s…

“We are both frauds, you and I”

Hiding your real birthday

popping your pills

photoshopping your wrinkles

in photos

made deceptively young

while your soul rots away

with your own delusions…

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But the biggest truth this old bitch can spew:
I am still glad I am nothing quite like you

That, too, is fraudulent,

we’re both the same

The only difference

Lies in our pain.

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The Heinous Cost of Private Health Care Insurance In America (Rant)

I pay $2000 USD PER MONTH, OUT OF MY OWN POCKET for health care insurance. I pay more for this ‘premium’ healthcare than I do for my house mortgage. Even with this exorbitant rate, it still doesn’t cover everything. I still have out of pocket deductibles to meet, etc.

On top of this, I pay a concierge fee to my primary care physician, as her office is sick of dealing with the insurance companies and their regulations- so add a few hundred bucks per month to that-

It is a scary, ridiculous, and sad reality in America.

Still, I’d expect decent care from my doctors with the money I am shelling out. Unfortunately, this hasn’t always been the case, in my experience.

I’ve had to fight tooth and nail- with the doctors, the insurance companies- to advocate for myself. I am so glad that I did, in retrospect.

I know a lot of Americans equate ‘socialized medicine’ and ‘free healthcare to all’ with the Cold War and Red Scare- believing that if they received affordable care, our country would plunge into a communist society reminiscent of the Hunger Games movies.

As a person who has lived abroad half of her adult life in countries with socialized medicine I can absolutely tell you that this isn’t the case.

It is FUCKING HEINOUS that we all have to go bankrupt for the US insurance companies.

I don’t understand why Americans think it is acceptable to pay more than their mortgages for the most rudimentary of health care insurance.

Our middle class is eroding. People are dying because they are scared to go to the doctor and/or can’t afford to.


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The Tale of Ludwig- Or, It’s a Sad World If People Think IMDB Credits Are More Important Than Apologizing For Scaring A Child.

They added the new “French Kiss” movie site on Facebook.

As an aside, they sadly and hilariously misspelled the co-author’s name. Her name is Christine-Marie Liwag Dixon- and it was changed to “Ludwig” a number of times, even after we pointed this out.

The saddest part was when Christine tried to participate in our group chats with these people, they’d ignore her comments completely, as if she were invisible.

It’s been corrected now on the page, but it reminds me of this meme from “Parks and Recreation”:

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the saddest part was when Christine tried to participate in our group chats with these people, they’d ignore her comments completely, as if she were invisible.

I thought about things, about winding this feud up and getting back to real life, because it’s like arguing with aliens.

What these people seem to not comprehend, because they don’t seem to display typical human emotion, was that the proper thing to would have been:

1. NOT HAVE A PERSON CALL AND THREATEN MY HOUSEHOLD IN THE FIRST PLACE

barring that,

2. APOLOGIZED FOR THESE THINGS and addressed the part where a small child had been caught in their crosshairs AND TRAUMATIZED.

I don’t know what some folks are taught, but there has to be some sort of moral high ground.

They only seem to understand narcissism and fake victimization. It’s all for the glory for them, apparently. Nothing else and nobody else matters.

That is a sad state of affairs for them, in my opinion.

Suddenly, I find my blog seems to be quite popular in the Netherlands and Belgium, where they live on the Antwerp/Kapellen/Putte border area.

People have actually been quite decent about this and I am touched by some of the messages received from you. I thank you all so much for your support.

Dank je wel et Merci Beaucoup, jamais en altijd.

I have always loved the Dutch and Flemish people.

I only had ONE semi-nasty message from her camp- it was a fellow from Instagram.

I can absolutely see how this person could manipulate others into feeling sorry for them, to do her bidding. I was ONE OF THESE PEOPLE originally. I totally get it.

I will post below:

We seem to be oddly popular in Belgium and the Netherlands today

from the Instagram

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Soooo… the ‘actress’ called today- and later, I find out that she retained a Gap Sales Lady as her FB lawyer PLUS UPDATE: SHE USED A STOCK PHOTO-

UPDATE: HER ‘GAP LAWYER’ WAS A STOCK PHOTO- NICE TRY. SHE USED A ROYALTY FREE STOCK PHOTO TO THREATEN ME THIS TIME.

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Saw an UNKNOWN call come in on the phone. It was the actress.

We recorded it all.

Basically, the summary:

I had to tell her that it was less about credits & more about the actual THREATS:

ONE SIMPLY DOES NOT HAVE strangers call and threaten to fly to Amereeeeeca and attack someone/their family.

She simpered “Why did you write that?”

Me: “We NEVER have strangers call others & threaten to attack them in their homes”

S: “WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS, WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?”

Me: “Please re-read manuscript”

LATER, I receive THIS email:

She is now having sales ladies from the Gap attack & serve me with legalese.

Things must be mighty bad in the movie industry if her legal representation works in retail.

Since I saved and screenshot-ted everything she wrote- and video’d all the calls, with witnesses in the room, go ahead. Send you legal reps from Dollar Tree next.

Also, though I am not one to talk, Tilly ought to use spellcheck.

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In Which I write a screenplay for the Cannes Film Festival and get shockingly attacked in the process… theft and dishonesty in “the movie biz”

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So… I wrote a screenplay as a favor to a former admirer’s 50 yr old actress wife. I find out later that she was supposed to actually write it herself for Cannes, but she was too busy with her 27 yr old Dutch trailer park lover and his drugs/baby mama probs to write it.

Oh, and I was instructed to not let anyone know she’d been born in 1968, instead of 1970, as her IMBD indicates. Growing old is a blessing, but I digress…

By “admirer”, y’all know what I mean. He had been a good friend, as well. I must’ve had an impact on him, he named his children the names I chose 20 yrs ago-I had no idea he’d been saddled with such a scary problem until much, much later…

She’d been talking to me off and on for a few years, I had no idea she even knew who I was. We followed each other on IG. I was simply friendly and interested in keeping with the niceties. Well, one day she discloses that she knows WHO I am and basically pukes out all her marital and personal problems to me.

I feel SO SORRY for the poor thing and she asks me to write a script for the 2018 Cannes Film Festival because ‘she can’t deal’ with the drama in her life and convinces me that her husband has heinously abused her/never loved her, which is the reason why he allows her to philander.

She tells me ‘they are basically separated, but the hubs is her only source of income’- plus, he CANNOT KNOW I wrote this for her (did I mention it was just days before the Film Festival? MADNESS) and gushes about this director who will be filming it- at the same time, dissing him for lack of as many padded IMDB credits as she has.

Oh, so the ‘actress’ suggests the topic of this screenplay- it is largely a vanity piece. She plays the victim of a cruel husband (which I believed at first) in a loveless marriage- and says the only stipulation she has is that I write a great f*ck scene for her with a sweet, young thang (male)- and it be under 10 pages #shortfilm

She gushes that I am a GREAT writer, she is a super brown noser- but, lemme tell ya, this AIN’T my best writing. It’s what you get in 3 days before Cannes… but I try to deliver, because I have two things I later discover she doesn’t have: #integrity and #workethic

As I write this screenplay, I started out feeling very sad and sympathetic towards her, but as I get to talk to her more, I realize “Damn, this chick is wacky”. The real picture becomes glaringly clear when she tells me that she f*cked her young lover in her marital bed one day and that her hubs discovered a used condom- she then accused the hubs of planting the condom.

I knew her hubs, he is NOT nasty like that. She’s admitted to drug use and to her lover being a junkie. She is smoking cigs, she says, for the first time in her 50 yrs- a pack a day- who DOES THIS?! IDK anyone who suddenly acquires a nicotine addiction at HER age. EVERY story she tells me in the wee hours, typed out in FB msgr, keeps getting weirder and weirder…

I enlist the help of another professional writer to do the love scene. I had a basic idea of how I wanted her to be ‘handled’, but the idea of having this crazy lady nekkid in my mind’s eye after the cray stuff she spewed turned my stomach- the writer did a fantastic job blocking and creating the sex scene-

So, other writer and I happily work on this fluff, gratis, btw- for an IMBD writing credit and because it sounded like a light, fun thing to do- and the phone calls and bizarre msgs from this actress continue to arrive in my inbox.

She sends me photos of some 20-something bikini clad baby mama of her boyfriend’s – she is scattered and won’t work on the writing with me- and all she talks about is her very messed up extracurricular love life.


They also set up the casting call BEFORE WE EVEN FINISHED WRITING THE SCRIPT.

Cannes day arrives and she shows up, after giving up a yachting party, to the filming, per eye witnesses ‘strung out of her mind and wasted’- plus A GOOD 10-15 YRS OLDER than her IG and other pics, due to her recent sudden weight loss. She seriously reminded one of a “Faces of Meth” article- so much so, that I was immediately informed by those doing the shoot- who were also in shock.

Apparently, she didn’t look like that the year prior at Cannes-

I hear from her and the director that they had tentatively cast the roles with working actors- but after arriving in Canne she suddenly decides TO WALK THE STREETS LOOKING TO REPLACE THEM WITH NEW CO STARS, because she didn’t like who the director originally had suggested. WTF?! Everything was based on who she found, drunkenly, sexually attractive- per her disjointed texts to me.  

Fast forward to the end, it is shot in a record 7 HOURS, at which point she bombards IG and FB with excerpts from this ‘incredible epic film’… and she spends the rest of the film festival complaining  to me on fb messenger, when I’d check in to see if she was still alive- that her husband didn’t give her more than 250 euros for the trip, she had only 60 euros left, and couldn’t afford to eat- but was living off the free champagne and begging male friends (including the co stars ‘discovered’ on the streets) for lodgings.

At this point, things get blurry. The filmmaker (who doesn’t speak French) asks me to translate what the French husband was saying in the opening scene on the telephone- the dude was speaking gibberish, nothing salvageable for the film… he wanted to salvage it by either a voiceover (I felt like doing this would turn out like a bad 1960’s Godzilla dub) or a musical score to ‘set the tone’, since the male ‘actors’ were not actually professional actors at all.

The actress continues with her weirdness once she is back home in Belgium. She sends me msgs from ‘friends’ of hers who are accusing her of stealing their work. She is obviously strung out and not all there. She gets super paranoid. Once she finds out that I was assisting the filmmaker with post-production, she lost her MIND.

She keeps offering “if we don’t like it” to remove us from the writing credits, even though I told her again and again that we want our credits no matter how it turned out.  We send the script, as is, to the lawyers for copyright and published the Kindle version immediately. She was not pleased.

She twisted everything with the director, telling him WE WANTED to wrest control of this silly thing from them. She whined and gaslighted and manipulated. She would flatter, then cajole, then threaten me. That type of thing might work with other people, but Mama doesn’t play that.

Emotional terrorism is not cool.

I am currently going through a cancer health scare- and my sister currently has cancer as well.

A family member in CA was in a catastrophic motorcycle accident in December- I had been caring for them all winter in San Diego and am only back home in the midwest for my own health issues.

This writing project was supposed to simply be a nice little distraction, a way to create something positive and fun.

I did it for FREE. I DON’T need the money.

She had the nerve to infer that I was using my health issues as a way to take the spotlight from her and gain sympathy. I was shocked.

When I wrote today, in a group chat, that I forgave her for her transgressions and that an apology would be nice, or even that she should just come out and say what bugged her instead of twisting and turning people against each other, she flipped out.

She FINALLY OUTDID HERSELF TODAY:

S: “What’s your phone number?”

Me: “xxx-xxx-xxxx”

A screaming and slurring drunken French- speaking woman calls, not even the actress. She threatens me. I turn on the speaker phone so that the people in the room with me can hear as well.

CRAZY FRENCH CHICK (I believe her name is Marie- and she spoke in French accented English: “I am REEECH AND ‘AVE MONEEEY AND I WILL COME TO AMEREECA AND BEEEAT YOU UPPP, leave S alone”

Me (calmly and in French):Parle en français, madame- il y a un enfant ici et tu parles comme TRAILER TRASH”

(Translation:Speak English, madame, there is a child here and you sound like trailer trash)- I had a three year old in the room and these harpies couldn’t even do more than screech and hang up- it wasn’t even the actress, she used her friend to attack.

I tell the group chat with director and other writer what just transpired, and THEY CALL AGAIN, this time, I am able to video witnesses to this.

I tell the woman in French again to speak in French and they hang up when I do speak her language.

WHAT KIND OF CRAZY DOES THIS SH*T?!  

I tell the group again what transpired, the actress leaves the chat in a huff and blocks me.

END SCENE.

(Thank goodness)

Later, I discovered that a long time friend of hers also received the same shabby treatment. She had, apparently, a reputation for promising film credits for her little vanity films and would steal the material for herself.

No, what we wanted is fair treatment. You don’t steal from those who are there to help you. Karma is a b*tch. Play nice, especially to your writers. Don’t be a grabby, greedy, thirsty passive-aggressive little c*nt. THIS is why you have no real friends. This is why ugly from the soul is showing on your face.

If people didn’t do as she asked (or implied), she’d play a victim.

If you push back, she attacks.

I feel badly for her husband and kids and the other innocents she’s hurt.

I don’t feel badly for writing this.

Someone has to stand up to this anti-feminist, disempowered, passive-aggressive, drug addled pseudo-bully.

I told her once: “You are the polar opposite of Me”– and I am ok with that.

She must hurt a lot in her skin to hurt others like this.

I say this because I have been blessed with ways of dealing with MY aggressions.

I am a healthier person in my ‘old age’

Also, my non-white self is NOT SCARED OF YOU or your little friends, who can’t be THAT rich if they can’t even lend you money for a hotel in Cannes.

I can’t even imagine a world where I’d have to beg or have sex written into a scene in order to get a man to want to do me. That alone left me gobsmacked.

End rant.

Btw, here is the actual kindle link to the screenplay- I would not buy it, personally. Not our best work.

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HALLOWEEEN!!!!(AND KETO AND ZOMBIE KARDASHIANS)

A little peek into our day, before trick or treat- it was 35F here in SW Michigan- absolutely freeeeeezing (1-2C for the rest of you).

We rushed to get candy for the manny in the house to dole out while we took the girl into the cold.

I had exactly 35 minutes to decide what to dress up as- and accidentally turned into a Zombie Kardashian- or a Game of Thrones greyscale Kardashian– still not sure which.

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Maisie dressed as a brown haired Elsa… she was over the moon. Below is a pic with her brother- who is dressed as a sort of emo Waldo who doesn’t wish to be found- but will still take your candy-

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I did, however, successfully stay keto and stayed out of the sweets today- so hurray for me!