The deep pain occurred in the back of my head after overdosing on Benadryl. I couldn't sleep for several nights. The doctor told me that Benadryl (diphenhydramine) was fine to take for sleep. However, I didn't follow directions for the medication thinking that more would be better for deeper sleep. Boy-girl, was I wrong.
After taking too much Benadryl, my head burned. My eyes became permanently sensitive to light, leaving blurred lines in my vision even after the overdose.
Go back to March of 2015, I was royally fucked by two men after being a loyal servant for two years. The fucking didn't happen in the physical sense of uninvited sexual intercourse, but it was rape in the sense that my resources were taken. This will happen again in April of 2017 by more men who manipulated others to seek gains on my intellectual property and dutiful work ethic.
Flash forward to April 8, 2017 AD, post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms came out strong following a bad experience on a flight from Austin, Texas (USA) to Seattle, Washington (USA) and the second rape of my intellectual property and the business relationships I built over a two year span.
During the flight to Seattle, I became dehydrated and antsy. My leg hurt in the same spot where I've had a lump for over a month. My predisposition to blood clots came to mind. Factor V Leiden is what they call the genetic condition that I have, which doctors tell me affects 5% of the caucasian population.
Must move legs....and need water.
I moved to the back of the plane carrying a 2 liter empty plastic bottle to tell two flight attendants I was dehydrated and needed more water. I also explained how I had a pain in my leg and asked one of the flight attendants to check the lump to make sure I wasn't imagining it.
She looked at the other flight attendant skeptically and put gloves and felt the hard mass on my lower leg. The other flight attendant offered to replace the large bottle of water, but the one who felt my leg stopped her.
"I'm going to go get some of the island water from the front of the plane," she said.
"That water is fine," I said pointing to the 2 liter bottle that was full of water. "The spot on my leg could also be related to stress fractures. I'm a marathon runner, and I've broken my fibula before from overtraining.
"Follow me back to your seat," the one pushing the island water said as she took my arm. "I don't think that spot on your leg feels like a clot. It would be harder, don't you think?"
But my dad and my sister have had blood clots.
Once seated between two other passengers, I was immobilized.
Sitting still was worst thing to do upon suspecting a blood clot in one's leg.
I saw a third flight attendant guarding the cockpit and knew that my health concern was viewed as suspicious behavior. Panic presented itself, with my body pouring out sweat stuck in my seat. I knew if I moved I'd cause panic like a domino reaction.
Anyone can be a terrorist if isolated and injected with enough hatred.
I will begin healing in Thailand on April 10, 2560 BE at Elephant Nature Park north of Chiang Mai, Thailand. Remember the good, leave all the bad.
During the flight to Seattle, I became dehydrated and antsy. My leg hurt in the same spot where I've had a lump for over a month. My predisposition to blood clots came to mind. Factor V Leiden is what they call the genetic condition that I have, which doctors tell me affects 5% of the caucasian population.
Must move legs....and need water.
I moved to the back of the plane carrying a 2 liter empty plastic bottle to tell two flight attendants I was dehydrated and needed more water. I also explained how I had a pain in my leg and asked one of the flight attendants to check the lump to make sure I wasn't imagining it.
She looked at the other flight attendant skeptically and put gloves and felt the hard mass on my lower leg. The other flight attendant offered to replace the large bottle of water, but the one who felt my leg stopped her.
"I'm going to go get some of the island water from the front of the plane," she said.
"That water is fine," I said pointing to the 2 liter bottle that was full of water. "The spot on my leg could also be related to stress fractures. I'm a marathon runner, and I've broken my fibula before from overtraining.
"Follow me back to your seat," the one pushing the island water said as she took my arm. "I don't think that spot on your leg feels like a clot. It would be harder, don't you think?"
But my dad and my sister have had blood clots.
Once seated between two other passengers, I was immobilized.
Sitting still was worst thing to do upon suspecting a blood clot in one's leg.
I saw a third flight attendant guarding the cockpit and knew that my health concern was viewed as suspicious behavior. Panic presented itself, with my body pouring out sweat stuck in my seat. I knew if I moved I'd cause panic like a domino reaction.
Anyone can be a terrorist if isolated and injected with enough hatred.
I will begin healing in Thailand on April 10, 2560 BE at Elephant Nature Park north of Chiang Mai, Thailand. Remember the good, leave all the bad.
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