Another Day in Dream Land!

where i get my titles is unknown to me. But it seems that my dreams and my reality are starting to be one in the same. I wake up hear voices, it is my dream entering my what ever you call it, I guess my here and now. It takes awhile for things to clear up. I am normally fine until this time of the day, after this 11:30 or so, the day just plain disappears on me. I no longer can do math by hand and mind, need a calculaor, pisses me off to no end. I had to leave twitter, sokule & facebook, could not keeep up with them. Hells bells I have enough problems with this thing. Had numerous on line business and affiliate accounts have closed them as well. Although things were witen down and all in a book organized, I got to confused and angry and just could not handle things. As of today the Joe that I once kew no longer exists. I am becoming someone else and I am not happy over that. Yesterday I turned 65 an age I never ever expected to reach or frankly wanted to, especially in my drunkin druggie days of my 20's. In my 20's did not know what the hell I was doing, somethings never change back in the saddle, no drugs or alcohol, don't need it now, brain is fucked as it is. Strange family was over last night but yet I was alone and am most of the time. Feelings towards others seem to keeep getting farther and farther from me. They are not leaving, I AM. I do not hear words right anymore, no car, problems with the bills and the check book, my wife Lynn can go to give me a kiss an it will scare the crap out of me. I forget who she is. So much for my babeling soon it will be Turkey Day, yes I will over eat and be in gastric distress big time. I even got some of the big words right this time, no red lines under them, look out. Bye for now.

God Bless You & This Country of Ours!
Joe

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Anger Sits With Me This Day.

Since HBO has ran and is running the documentery on AD, I have had a slew of emails from this country, Chilie, Brazil, Canada, Australia, Israel, just all over. What has gotten to me is the YOUNG PEOPLE, who have suffered the loss or are suffering a parent and a grandparent and because of this special they want to do something to help. Wow I say, and the adults in this country and around the World have sat on their asses all this time, yes even the tauted medical profession. I hear we have come along way since 1906 or 1908 whenever AD was coined. How far have we come is it in real knowledge, help, knowing the CAUSE, curing or is it just plain ass TIME? I read the studies and that contradict each other, the so called quak cures and how to stop and cure it. But yet I have not read on single word mentioning a persons name that has been cured.....
Oh let us march for a cure, bull shit. Let us first march to find the cause, no cause no cure, that is how it works. Yes these folks will do good in raising funds and maybe some awareness to help in the research on the disease. But since it does not affect your boobs, balls, prostate, colon or lungs, I guess it just does not warrant the NFL or other major playes to do anything. You know I have seen the cancer marches, heart disease, etc. and people where T-Shirts, "I AM A SURVIOR OF CANCER". Watch the walks for AD and find me a picture of just one person that has a shirt that says, 'I AM A SURVIVOR OF ALHZIEMERS OR DEMENTIA"! find it, it will not exist, we all die period. I know Iwill get hate mail and the such, but bring it on, truth stands on my side. Ask the literally 10's of millions around this World that have been affected by it having or knowing one. I do not take the other killers, cancer, heart disease, diabetes, obesity, aids, etc. lightly but boy are there a lot of people (baby boomers) in for the ride of their life, with no real help.

Straight talk from one who suffers and is declining, I hope that I enrage you enough to do something and get rid of socialized medicine it is a failure and by God, do not just take your Drs. word for what is wrong, make hin/her explain why and in detail. It is your LIFE and your BODY that is at stake.

God Bless You & Keep You & This Country of Ours!
Joe

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Who Am I?

For some reason many of you have called me hero, courgeous, generous spirt, wonderful person and all type of kind things. Truly I am none of these, just another one among millions with this fricken disease. No cure, no real meds, no real scientific finds, just one end. At firstm many thought I was bitter orver it, I never have been. Pissed at a medical profession that would not get its head out of its ass and listen yes. You see it is just my turn, I was called and well I answered, oh well. Often wanted to write my life story, maybe that is teh real reason behind this blog, I do not know. Now I have difficulty putting it into a time frame since time does not exist for me the same as it does for you. I was going to callthe booke THROUGH THE LAUGHTER, HE HEARD MY TEARS! So much for that.

If you want to know who and what I really am, there is a post 08/0/2008 called A Warrior's Lament, an attempt at a poem by me saying where I have been and am and a post 09/29/2007 Farwell To My Old Friend Pain, to post is self explaining I thing.

Well Lakes to HBO this blog has been buzing. They are the Heroes for doing the series that needed to be done. Five hours cannot cover it all, but they did a one heck of a knock up job. Shit the brought back long lost friends to me because of it, I sure benefited by it. Well tooo much rambling.

God Bless You & This Country of Ours!
joe

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Happy Thanksgiving!

I know many in other countries and of spiritual beliefs have already celabrated their Thanksgiving Day, but I wanted to wish you one from the Good Old USA
Before I forgot again, i feleet I had better get this done. May you all enjoy the day and may you always be free. From My World to yours, be good to yourself.

God Bless You and This Country of Ours!
Joe

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Those Good Old Golden Years!

Golden Years, right fillled with AD, FTD, BiPolar, Sinus Problems, cannn't see worth a damn and no left ear drum. I forget it means gold crowns not porcelian or metal, gold hip joints, gold nee joints and oh yes golden colored build up in your arteries, aren't the Golden Years fantastic. Up my patooty. I found out today that the bottom portion, the tip area of my heart does not get any blood, so I could have a heart attack, not onew that would kill me, but probably wished it would. So we go on a medical regement and change of eating habits to help correcvt it and if that does not work we become invasive and go in and look. This is why I have DDS most people call it ED, erctile dysfunction, I call it dead dick sysdrome. It stands up and salutes then dies. Well I guess soon I won't remember what it is for anyhow, I am starting to have vague memories of what it was used for. Well I am still breathing so it is ok. Just had to expound on this crap for a minute. I thank you all for listening and being out there for all of us in my World.

God Bless You and This Country of Ours!
Joe

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A WARRIOR'S LAMENT (By: j.v.potocny)

I kneel before thee
Upon bended knee
My battle axe rusts upon a tree
The Steed that served me well
Now runs free and frail
He served us both with grace and might
Let him rest well each night
There is no deadly mace
That you can see before my face
Gone is my shield which I cannot hold
All that is before you is my sword and face
I have stood tall in all battles
With You I have won and battles song sung
Many with scars some with none
Since a child I have fought the fight
Now I wish for it to end this night
My strength is dried up and gone
No longer does exist that fierce warrior in me
I long to face only Thee
This battle I am in is lost and so am I
So before You I am on bended knee
Prostrate would I lay
But this body is to broken and brittle this day
So I lay before you all I have left
Worn, beaten, yearning, to you I give my soul
No longer in the dust of battle let me roam
I await You and Your Hand to take me in your time
I pray Thee take ME HOME
In Your Name Amen.

Joe

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A Friend Shared With Me, So I Pass It On To You!

THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
'Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time'

God Bless Your and This Country of Ours!
Joe

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