My dearest friends and PINK family bloggers, I am finally in a SAFE new home, in a new county, a new city, town or actually a very small village hiddened from the real world among the hayfields and the cows and corn crops. Only some of my family even know the address.
In case you haven't kept up with my saga, HURT strikes again. On July 26th, 2011, the man whom I thought really loved me and was building a future betrayed me in the worst way possible. Earlier the same week he had gotten very violent and injured me and my cat but I chalked it up to his angst with his mother. Instead I have come to find out he has a chemical dependency and a history of hurtful relationships. I was badly injured, fractured 5th ribs on left side wraping around from the shoulder blade into the breast bone. This is the main rib. I also sustao=ined multiple injuries to my back, neck and leg, both forearms and wrists, hands. Covered in tears and black and blues and his calamine lotion he had just put on himself for itchiness, I was pinned between two doors and the frame and then had the life nearly squeezed out of me. I had my cordless phone on me as he had destroyed all theother house phones except my own provate line there and managed to dial 911, while on the 911 call he tried to get the phone out of my hand and pushed me backwards out the doorway and I tripped, sprained rhe back, and he proceeded to slam like a sardine tightly into the doorway and frames of the interior and exterior doors to the back deck. The police dispatcher for 911 had me get to my car and lock myself in. My little CARMEL was locked inside in the bathroom to the bedroom I used so as NOT to escape while I had been packing all day. They responded in 5 minutes and since he had been hauled in on the 23rd for violence and chemical dependency into the crisis center his history was hopefully working against him. NOT. To date the ADA NOR the DA have charged him with anything beyond menacing. After reeturniung to the ER and clinic withon days unable to breathe and severe sharp pain, the ribs were then xrayed and my status became much more critical and serious than had been expected form mere musketal and soft tissue injuries. The police chief took an amended statement and had me take my medical files tothe assistant district attorney, who promptly asked me why I brought these files to him in the first place. I told him because the police chief told me to. Hmmm., he says well I haven't decided what if anything I am going to do with these charges and might even void the menacing. BIG MONEY talks.
I called th DA this Tuesday, he returns the call on his lunch break from court and "promises" to review the file and call me back that evening no matter what. YEP, NO call back. So I start hunting all over the grand state of NY for an honest attorney and judge to get these files logged and registered through another county and I meet with an new attorney and DA elsewhere. Can you believe it?
gets better, 2 weeks ago Thursday I collapse on the way to work, having been living in a domestic violence shelter in yet another town 65 miles from where I had lived and worked, driving every day... my primary care physician then had me admitted to the crisis center for uncontrollable crying episodes and severe pain management. I was passing out and have lost 40 pounds in the last 28 days. Not good. Apparently I was released prematurely as they never addressed the severe potassium depletion I have and that was what was causiong listlessness, passing out and dizzy spells. I got ill in front of a little town clinic, pulled over and went in and the doc discovered the potassium deficiency, that I should have been on synthroid for the last year for thyroid issues, according to all the bloodwork and hospital stays and that most of my hospitalizarions MIGHT have been avoided if a doctor last summer had done HIS job... I am off work until furhter notice, re-evaluation on Monday of the ribs, Tuesday of the bloodwork, Wednesday of the emotions, and also the meeting woith an attorney in a different town. I need to find a car, and a job that is less physical as this one is not doable from where I live without a car or going broke trying to get there.
I found an apartment, it took 3 weeks to get the sercvices hooked up and a plumbing issue addressed and I moved in one night before my 56th birthday. After living in the VIP shelter being affronted by another resident telling me to go hang myself, hassles with social services and so much other red tape it will all be in the book... I am now at the end of my first week or so and my little farm house is really shaping up PINK!
Over the next several weeks I will share with you my pretty pinks that I have been collecting for about a year since I joined PINK SATURDAYS.
First I'll share a photo update of myself. My parents came on Thursday and with Vabessa my living angel, we went out to celebrate my birthday to a local tea house. being the HAMBONE that I am I dressed in a Victorian looking dress I found in my thrifting journeys and of course it is PINK!
Sorry couldn't resist a CHESHIRE CAT grin for you all!
The necklace was a piece of extravagance last year that I purchased for my nephew's wedding.
Looking forward to many SATURDAYS to fill with my fabulpus PINK wares and wears!
Here is the first about PINKED. This adorable collection of cookie jars and miniature teapots is all thrifted and yard sales or consignment shops or goodwill stores, and decked with lots of PINKS!
Hard to get the right angle on a laptop webcam, but I am trying! two of the decorative little teapots thrifted over the last year with my sister Vanessa, we are always on the hunt for each other and when we show up together at a sale, NOONE stands a chance!
Mr and Mrs Kitty cookie jars, oh so sweetly bedecked and trimmed in PINKS!
The happy family on my PINK kitchen countertops.
More to come in ensuing weeks.
When times are tough, get PINKED!
Tears flow richly into my kitchen sink.
I cry them of happiness for all my PINKS.
I turn to my friends and the Heavenly skies
I reach out and share my heavy sighs.
I cleanse my soul and purge my past
Even this too I am told shall pass.
I look the LORD with prayerful hopes,
Somehow I manage to once agin cope...
Go to church and receive my prayers
Thank God for all my lucky years...
Begin a new a life of purity and solace...
And watch me build my PINK PALACE!
Poems My Way Valrie 08/27/2011
I am working on a new charity WAVAC (Women Against Violent Agreive Crimes) and please stay tuned to see how YOU can help me and others rise out of the ashes and begin a new life.
Thank you for being my friends.
I love you all.
Valrie
Sending ALL my BIG BEARY PINK HUG!
Fresh pot of JAVA brewed and now time to come and visit YOU!
God and his glorious PINKS sunrise will cleanse my soul...
Please pray for me and I shall in turn do so for you. All pray for protection from hurricane IRENE!
May your weekend be peaceful and please hook up to BEV at How Sweet the Sound to share PINKS!
Remeber GOD LOVES YOU!
In case you haven't kept up with my saga, HURT strikes again. On July 26th, 2011, the man whom I thought really loved me and was building a future betrayed me in the worst way possible. Earlier the same week he had gotten very violent and injured me and my cat but I chalked it up to his angst with his mother. Instead I have come to find out he has a chemical dependency and a history of hurtful relationships. I was badly injured, fractured 5th ribs on left side wraping around from the shoulder blade into the breast bone. This is the main rib. I also sustao=ined multiple injuries to my back, neck and leg, both forearms and wrists, hands. Covered in tears and black and blues and his calamine lotion he had just put on himself for itchiness, I was pinned between two doors and the frame and then had the life nearly squeezed out of me. I had my cordless phone on me as he had destroyed all theother house phones except my own provate line there and managed to dial 911, while on the 911 call he tried to get the phone out of my hand and pushed me backwards out the doorway and I tripped, sprained rhe back, and he proceeded to slam like a sardine tightly into the doorway and frames of the interior and exterior doors to the back deck. The police dispatcher for 911 had me get to my car and lock myself in. My little CARMEL was locked inside in the bathroom to the bedroom I used so as NOT to escape while I had been packing all day. They responded in 5 minutes and since he had been hauled in on the 23rd for violence and chemical dependency into the crisis center his history was hopefully working against him. NOT. To date the ADA NOR the DA have charged him with anything beyond menacing. After reeturniung to the ER and clinic withon days unable to breathe and severe sharp pain, the ribs were then xrayed and my status became much more critical and serious than had been expected form mere musketal and soft tissue injuries. The police chief took an amended statement and had me take my medical files tothe assistant district attorney, who promptly asked me why I brought these files to him in the first place. I told him because the police chief told me to. Hmmm., he says well I haven't decided what if anything I am going to do with these charges and might even void the menacing. BIG MONEY talks.
I called th DA this Tuesday, he returns the call on his lunch break from court and "promises" to review the file and call me back that evening no matter what. YEP, NO call back. So I start hunting all over the grand state of NY for an honest attorney and judge to get these files logged and registered through another county and I meet with an new attorney and DA elsewhere. Can you believe it?
gets better, 2 weeks ago Thursday I collapse on the way to work, having been living in a domestic violence shelter in yet another town 65 miles from where I had lived and worked, driving every day... my primary care physician then had me admitted to the crisis center for uncontrollable crying episodes and severe pain management. I was passing out and have lost 40 pounds in the last 28 days. Not good. Apparently I was released prematurely as they never addressed the severe potassium depletion I have and that was what was causiong listlessness, passing out and dizzy spells. I got ill in front of a little town clinic, pulled over and went in and the doc discovered the potassium deficiency, that I should have been on synthroid for the last year for thyroid issues, according to all the bloodwork and hospital stays and that most of my hospitalizarions MIGHT have been avoided if a doctor last summer had done HIS job... I am off work until furhter notice, re-evaluation on Monday of the ribs, Tuesday of the bloodwork, Wednesday of the emotions, and also the meeting woith an attorney in a different town. I need to find a car, and a job that is less physical as this one is not doable from where I live without a car or going broke trying to get there.
I found an apartment, it took 3 weeks to get the sercvices hooked up and a plumbing issue addressed and I moved in one night before my 56th birthday. After living in the VIP shelter being affronted by another resident telling me to go hang myself, hassles with social services and so much other red tape it will all be in the book... I am now at the end of my first week or so and my little farm house is really shaping up PINK!
Over the next several weeks I will share with you my pretty pinks that I have been collecting for about a year since I joined PINK SATURDAYS.
First I'll share a photo update of myself. My parents came on Thursday and with Vabessa my living angel, we went out to celebrate my birthday to a local tea house. being the HAMBONE that I am I dressed in a Victorian looking dress I found in my thrifting journeys and of course it is PINK!
Here is the first about PINKED. This adorable collection of cookie jars and miniature teapots is all thrifted and yard sales or consignment shops or goodwill stores, and decked with lots of PINKS!
More to come in ensuing weeks.
When times are tough, get PINKED!
Tears flow richly into my kitchen sink.
I cry them of happiness for all my PINKS.
I turn to my friends and the Heavenly skies
I reach out and share my heavy sighs.
I cleanse my soul and purge my past
Even this too I am told shall pass.
I look the LORD with prayerful hopes,
Somehow I manage to once agin cope...
Go to church and receive my prayers
Thank God for all my lucky years...
Begin a new a life of purity and solace...
And watch me build my PINK PALACE!
Poems My Way Valrie 08/27/2011
I am working on a new charity WAVAC (Women Against Violent Agreive Crimes) and please stay tuned to see how YOU can help me and others rise out of the ashes and begin a new life.
Thank you for being my friends.
I love you all.
Valrie
May PINK Hearts fil yor day and weekend with love!
May your weekend be peaceful and please hook up to BEV at How Sweet the Sound to share PINKS!
