About me: I am the child of 2 parents who were in the military. My father installed electronics components in Ballistic missiles in the late 60's. Remember the cold war? The "missile silos"? And Cheyenne Mountain. My father was involved in all that. We moved so many times most of my childhood is a blur. We lived in 26 states between the time I was born and age 12. We did spend 2 yrs in Alaska and 3 yrs in Kansas outside of KC. Then my father was recruited to install communications equipment in Viet Nam when the war escalated. That is when my mother, brother & I moved to the small town of Scotia, NY and in with my Grandparent's. That was the best year of my life as my father had horrible temper and would belt my brother & I for the pettiest things & he had been sexually abusing me since I was about 3-4 yrs old. It's hard for me to remember...a self preservation mechanism I suppose. In order to stay away from him I was always taking lessons: Ballet, Baton, Jazz, Modern Dance. And I was always at the theater or church. *No worries now though. He died of long Cancer 20 yrs ago and psychologically I've been for counseling and been told I'm fine. And I feel fine. It happened, it's over.
I was married young and divorced young. My kids were 3 and 1 when I decided to kick his drug seeking/abusive a** out. I had almost miscarried my daughter while I was pregnant after being rammed into a wall. His favorite saying while he had me in a head lock, pulling me backwards, with his knee in my lower back was "I can hurt you & hurt you bad without leaving a mark". I had had back surgery a f couple yrs earlier and been hospitalized a couple times since with back problems while pregnant. So it was my weak spot. Besides I was way too young not to experience GOOD SEX.
My son was diagnosed with ADHD/LD/Central Auditory Deficit/Dyslexia/ OCD. Both kids had asthma. My son's trigger's are allergies. My daughter's are when she catches a cold or Strep throat. So we spent many sleepless nights together.
I never thought about it before but I was one active girl back then. I had gone to nursing school so I worked full-time as an Obstetrical nurse, then into Pediatrics and Neonatal Special Care (NICU and Labor and Delivery of high risk babies). I took night courses in American Sign Language and Deaf Studies at the State University of NY at Albany. Mostly for my son's sake, but also for work. And later when the kids were in their early teens I went back to college to get a higher degree.
I was also a dancer taking ballet and would travel to NYC for dancing gigs off Broadway and in the 80's, a couple of videos you'd see on MTV. As I grew older I did Country/Ballroom/Salsa. And worked at Disney World at the Wild Horse Saloon, doing choreography and teaching dance after the kids & I moved to Florida. Dancing was a passion a couldn't get out of my blood. Still can't.
Way back in the early 80's I had been diagnosed with Arthritic Lupus and Migraine/Cluster Headaches. The arthritis controlled with medications. The cluster headaches not. At age 42 I was having trouble sleeping & was WAking up several times a night. Then one day was having some heart flip-flops, the next jaw pain, that next shoulder pain. I was admitted into the hospital where I underwent a week's worth of test's. The problem; my sleeping heart rate was 30 because of Sick Sinus Syndrome and AV node Dysfunction. Later...Atrial Fib. The "cure"... a pacemaker and medication.
In 2000 I was declared unable to work any longer. The main diagnoses were Arthritic Lupus/ Fibromyalgia/ Cluster headaches and migraines/ Neuropathy of hands and legs. I do pick up some little jobs here en there. Last year I made meals for a blind man (DOBS), paper work for a hurricane inspector, and on-call as an Assistant Mid-wife.
Boy this entry needs a good shot of happiness. those of you that know me know that I'm not so negative. And some of you know bits and pieces of this.
Oh let's see. I moved to Florida fifteen yrs ago for my health having lived in the Albany/Schenectady/ Troy area and also Lake George/Glens Falls area of New York. I was working as a dialysis nurse by day, and doing private duty nursing with infants with heart problems and Genetic defects on weekends. I had been offered a job in Tampa developing and Acute Dialysis program for two of Tampa's Hospitals. From that position I was hired by Vivra/Gambro and put in an Administrative position where I contracted 10 hospitals and had 10 nurses to manage in Pinellas county.
That's my little life in a nutshell. Politically-I'm Independent. I'm a thinker, reader, nurturer. I mother. I mother animals, plants, new mothers. It's my thing. I am a child of the Earth. Spiritually-I'd be described as an Independent Eclectic Wiccan.
Now...I am happily single. I occasionally date. My heart still dances. My kids are grown. My daughter lives in Chicago with her husband and my son lives in a nearby town here in Florida and visits his momma at least once a week. I live in and RV Park in Palm Harbor and have a Maltese named Jasmine (Jazzy) and a former feral kitten that was found under a trailer named Mau'i. I enjoy my computer time, PSP and working with animation, walking nightly with Jazzy and Maui to the beach, concerts on the beach, some dancing, especially West Coast Swing, Cha, Salsa.
I take "On-Call" at a local Birthing Center every other weekend where I assist delivering babies. It's good.
17 comments:
Wow Bethe you have certainly lived a couple of lives, the good thing is you survived all, which is testament to your strong spirit, an inspiration really, thanks so much for sharing.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend
Yasmin
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Wow, Bethe, I really knew nothing about your tormented part of yoru life. I knew about the military, dancing, nusring, diability and living in Fla. You have managed to move up and beyond the mess. I totally admire that. You are a very upbeat person so I never would have known. Love you!
I am so glad you are a strong woman, to have endured and arisen from the fires so beautifully. You are priceless gem. Blessings, Dannelle
You are an amazing woman...one of these days i shall make it to the rv park and meet you imn person...
you survived.. and I am so glad, lucky, and proud to call you friend
hugs
Im a new follower...hope you dont mind
Hey honey !! Love your new place ::grin:: (((((((Hugglez and Love)))))) Blessings too! Teresa
I think we should all do an entry like this now that we have moved to blogger. An introduction so to speak...I knew a lot of these things about you already from reading over at AOL. Your an amazing woman Bethe...
B~ How many journals? Is this the main one? I left a comment in the wrong one? LOL @ I was the only one at the party. hahahahaha... Happy to see ya here. Your blog is great. I love you!Plz get rid of the word verification thingee. I don't have any d's remember & that looks like the favorite letter! LOL
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Winivere =.)
OK, Bethe, darlin' I'm one of your "followers" now. DB
Hey found ya! Love the siggy graphic (of course). Love ya!
Wow, I never knew most of that stuff about you! Glad you made it over to Blogger :-)
Well that was exhausting. You have basically done everything. Glad to hear your story I never knew it. I think you forgot to mention you like to take pictures too... good ones. You've gotten some great shots in your time.
Take care, Chrissie
Howdies! Okay...I've popped in from...AIM Profiles...I think...lol...I have NO idea how to find it. I've been responding to you guys via my inbox.
I SOOO need a blog decor class! You guys all look GREAT over here! So very professional...in the know. Oy vay...I'm pathetic...;) C.
Woman, I LOVE your song list...!! I'm sitting here and cooking dinner and just skull dreaming listening to it...so many memories these songs bring forth. Love you Sistah Dear* Teresa
I was pretty familiar with your story but I didn't know you did videos that would have been on MTV...how cool, I know a video vixen!!!! ;)
I'm glad you are at a time in your life where you feel safe and have come to peace with your troubled past.
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What a great entry!!!! I am always glad to get to know more about my peeps! :)
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