My grandmother always told me to keep a journal.
I want to start with Diabetes suspect. There's something called Diabetic Neuropathy.
What is Diabetic Neuropathy and why does it happen?
Diabetic Neuropathy is considered a type of never damage. It can occur in cases of diabetics due to high blood sugar resulting in injury to nerves throughout the body. In the case of Diabetic Neuropathy it's most likely to damage nerves in the legs and feet. Read more in the link below if you're interested.
https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/diabetic-neuropathy/symptoms-causes/syc-20371580
June 17th 2018 - Diabetic Neuropathy symptoms recorded on Steemit for study of my personal medical condition.
I have been suspected of diabetes a few times. When coming to learn of symptoms experiments by Nicholas II Romanov, of the Russian Royal family, I found a strikingly similar story in my own. I was in Zürich Switzerland last year visiting the museum. There was a Romanov exhibit. I stood and watched a video about Nicholas II Romanov. The video exposed that Nicholas II Romanov suffered from diabetes in childhood. The first indicator came when his eye began to swell as a child. In my childhood, I too had a swollen eye, and it may have been the first indicator that I might have diabetes. In my childhood my father would never want to bring me to the doctor for anything. We suspected that it happened as a result of an allergic reaction. My father has a great sense of humor and I recall him joking with me about the experience. He told me I looked like the boxer Rocky from the movie featuring Sylvester Stallone. Nicholas II Romanov was pictured in the short video with the same style purple eye. If I recall correctly my right eye was swollen. When looking at Royals photographs and portraits I find my resemblance to Nicholas II Romanov to be pretty striking. I recall looking at photos of Nicholas II Romanov, and seeing my face in his own. I suppose, once I have my DNA tested, where the #SutterProject meets #BourbonProject a #RomanovProject can test my DNA against Nicholas II Romanov. I would suspect that I may be one of the closest DNA matches on earth. I'm hopeful a sample is available to test against. I wanted to provide some background before exposing my daily aches and pains. My childhood went on without a glitch. I was never suspect of childhood diabetes before adulthood. In 2006 I woke up one morning and recall my right foot felt numb. I put on my shoes and went to walk to the store. Every step would follow with a club foot response from my right side. Imagine taking a walk and having zero control of your foot once heel touches the ground. This is followed by the front of your foot slamming down on the ground. It creates a pretty serious limp. It's not the only diabetic suspect damage to my right foot. The foot continued to be beyond my control and my analysis resulted in what appeared as damage to the big toes extensor hallucis longus tendon. The best way to explain what I was experiencing is to provide these three steps. When repeating these steps with your own body you will fully come to understand the points I'm talking about. Point your toes up in the air. At the top of your foot, where the toe meets the foot, press on the extensor hallucis longus tendon with your pointer finger. Your foot may provide that it's protruding. When pressing this spot there was definite weakness. It felt as if this part of my body was non responsive and unlike my left foot. When pressing down the tendon didn't fight to sustain it's position. I recall the day it happened in the Summer. The day before I was at the country club working as a caddy part time. I was called in for overflow to support a few golfers. Dr. Sarner and Ken Wormser would introduce themselves as caddy master T-Roy drove me up to meet them on the third hole. I recall on the eighth hole that Ken said; "Should I go to Wimbledon? I can be at Wimbledon today! Why should I finish the round?" I recall the way Ken walked. It was specific. There were some problems in his footing. I wonder today if he's a diabetic. At about the 10th hole I began feeling pain in the area defined. I didn't know what Diabetic Neuropathy was in those days. But, I did suffer from it from time to time. I sometimes winced when walking and suspected it was soreness from walking long distances. I came to find myself walking like Ken not long after. Maybe even the next day. I remember waking up with my window open and my leg felt extremely cold. I discovered the club foot and decided to do my best to heal it. My father never took me to doctors, my mother never took me to doctors, and the story was; "If you go to a doctor, they will find some reason to open you up, and than you'll have problems." And, to this day I have a hard time trusting doctors. My thought was to begin rehabilitating what appeared to be over exertion. At that time I was running a few miles a night, and worked as a caddy to play Alpine Country Club for free on Tuesdays. At that point my partner Melissa Brown and I had reached the 5 mile exercise when training for a half marathon together. I configured that I may have gone to hard on myself. At this point in my life, I converted to Mormonism for the social structure. I found drinkers to be sloppy, and smokers die of cancer young. I didn't want that life for myself. I wanted to be the guy Ken Wormser was loaning the 1.2 billion dollars. I'll never forget what Ken said on the ninth hole. What he said made me think of wealth in another way. The words he said were; "I just loaned by boy 1.2 billion dollars." Which, was a lot more money than I thought about. My primary goal in life was to play golf as much as possible while managing my band and additional real job employment. As a waiter, you rely on your feet, and they hurt every night you get off the floor. For some it may be different. My cross country years provided me with some basic medical training. I call it training. But, in reality it's the trainers advice when becoming injured that I can recall. There was nothing in there about this problem. Wrapping it didn't matter. I had to tell my partner I wasn't making the half. My father had taken a long vacation around that time. I likely told him between the glass about the problem. He didn't have much more to offer other than; "Go to the doctor maybe? But, I think you'll be ok. Just work it out." I remember leaving Hackensack to meet up in Tenafly at the High School track. I remember feeling horrible about seeing my father behind glass and bought a pack of cigarettes. I felt beaten and made it worse by smoking on on the way. The stress of knowing that my father was incarcerated was horrible. I worried for him because I know all the tragic stories of living conditions in prison facilities of Bergen County and New Jersey. These days, they are finding broken glass in inmates food. I sat in my mothers minivan watching Melissa run without my presence. I went to the track and apologized for being late. She quickly noticed I had difficulty keeping up. Which, was unlike myself, and I recall her as the only woman to be able to keep up in full sprint. She and I were nose to nose when we ran. A 100 yard dash when finishing a 5 mile would likely require a photo finish for analysis resulting in whom finished first. At the time it was the most attractive of all things. I told her that I wanted to talk to her off the track after she was done with her run. I told her I couldn't make it this evening. She said; "Ok. I'm just going to finish up." Her sweaty smile and blushing face took off down the track. When she was finished we met in the minivan to have a talk. I don't think I told her I was smoking. She was Mormon. It was the first cigarette in 3 months and she could likely smell it on my clothing. I was extremely attracted to this girl for her intelligence and athleticism. I first became attracted when she was playing the piano. I looked at her skinny ankles like they were perfect. I never made advances toward her in a sexual way. In the car she told me; "I have a delima. My boyfriend is going into the military. I don't know if I want a husband in the military," We went over the reasons of potentials where militant action results in sin. I recall wishing that I had told her something different. But, today I'm happy that she's happily ever after with the same man. I told her that if you believe him when he tells you; "I love you." And, it's the truth. Than, because his struggles have provided his only option appear to be joining the military to support himself. Perhaps, you should give him another chance. It's the last of great time spent together. Because it wasn't long before she ran off to Florida. She has kids and entertains herself with pole fitness. I'm happy that the military man got the luck to have a good guy tell such a great woman to go back to love. I felt it would be wrong to sell her off it and take advantage. My feet would hurt and I ran thought them all the same. It never bothered me! The rehabilitation to follow would result from experiments. I placed my foot on the ground an attempted to push my big toe into the floor. I found the response from the tendon appeared to have a minimum response. However, it was some response. Therefore, I repeated the process. I called them toe ups. To this day I may do them just about anywhere! I believe they help. Before this time I recall a time I pinned over a girl I had broken up with before ever meeting Melissa. I was sad because I liked her a lot. We had fun. I stayed in bed for weeks. I stopped eating. I let depression tare me apart. I never should have done this! Think about a woman like Melissa. They exists. I should have expected a break up could happen. I shouldn't have been so depressed. I thought it was my depressive state that caused a series of rashes to develop over my right foot. Toward the body on the top of the foot just after the toes connection point what appear as foot knuckles had circular rashes. This is where I began to suspect I had diabetes personally. This was before 2006. This can happen to diabetics and it sometimes results in gang green which calls for amputation. Thank god! I've been fortunate to have healed from the rashes. I suspected that the previous rashes, the club foot, the swollen eye, and todays diabetic neuropathy feeling give me a sense of mortality. I like to experiment and analysis so that I can deduce by probability. I suspect that the panic attacks resulting when going back to Starbucks when it was in Stop & Shop could have killed me. I didn't go to the doctor there... I recall laying on the stone outside where it was cold. My heart was in sever pain. I laid back and recall making loud nosies induced by the pain. The outside experience of this feeling from returning to drinking, smoking, and abandoning Mormonism came around the time of the proposed Urbanfest. My brother and his friend rolled into town together talking about a concert they wanted to create. It was back to the old lifestyle after my brothers return from Florida. While hanging out with Mike Anderson and my brother in a ritzy hotel in the city I hit the ground. I was at the H hotel with a number of my brothers friends. I felt I was having a heart attack. My brother told me; "Stop complaining don't be a baby." I said; "I may need an ambulance. Call an ambulance." He said; "You'll be fine." Mike said; "Shut up bro we're trying to do something here." And, that was typical of their character. Perhaps, why I found myself among a different initiative in finding people that also believed in God. It was that kind of time I suppose. I remember the attack lasting a few minutes, and I silenced myself on the floor laying on my back. I think it was the next night. Day began the same with Stop and Shop run for Starbucks. I was flattened in the night likely between the hours of 11pm-3am. It was painful. My mortality was realized. I wasn't the spring buck that was going to last forever and my only hope at eternity was God. Woke up this morning and my left foot hurt. I wanted to provide the progression of these things to offer the people out there, whom suspect they have the same, an offering of why my delays in medical aliment exist. I've seen doctors prescribe pills and the home is ruined. I live in the environment today that was destroyed by oxycontin. My mothers pain meds had her little frame tossed to the floor. I think of the danger of opioids and how terrorists use them to induce their spell on people. I don't like opioids because I'm a witness of their addictive property. When those without opioids are addicted in times without I suspect anyone might be capable of murder due to inflicted psychology of addictions impairment. Today, the load is slightly lightened since those previously taking opioids have traded in their pills for a medical marijuana card. Thank god because being a victim of terror, call reroute when attempting to follow up reporting terror to the FBI, and suffering from PTSD isn't easier with erratic behavior drawn forth from opioid use. The fight to get right. I fought and fight to get my pocket fat with cash. To make money in my case is to; afford proper diet, afford residency of my own, afford education, afford medical treatment, afford a girlfriend, afford a wedding, afford a family to carry on the House of Bourbon's King succession. I also want to say; "Don't cross your legs at the ankles or knees when sitting!" Keep your knees together if you're in a skirt ladies. I say this because there was a temporary numbness that created a similar recall while attending Kovats Real Estate School. I used to like to sit for an hour after class to listen to Bob Amen. I sat with my legs crossed on night and foot went club for a few moments. But, I recovered quickly. It wasn't like the club foot calling for the toe ups. It appeared that the toe ups would assist strengthening my ability to walk by forcing response from the tendon.
June 17th 2018
Body feeling : Left foot soar at the arch. Right soar at the arch. Back pain level 4 of 10 If I walk on the ball of my foot it hurts less.
Mind feeling : No rage from PTSD due to failed ability in Israeli police to lock up suspect spy commander tracing to my account of victimization first responder reroute in Arnon Milchan tied via account of May 20th 2013 Snowden fled the country, the movie Snowden 2016 is in violation of the Son of Sam Law ((America has reason to lock up offenders and I'm not sure why they let people like Glenn Greenwald on Fox and Friends. Edward Snowden's accomplice Glenn Greenwald was partial to leaking classified information therefore a treason offender. I suppose the only reason Oliver Stone and Glenn Greenwald aren't dead or jailed is due to Edward Snowden's asylum holding up processing. But, it doesn't make senes. Why fail to prosecute treason? What county does that? How long can a country get away with that before it's turned into greeds source for succubine? And, with New Jersey facing another government shut down it's the North Star Group that pulled off the unthinkable task of buying the once state run lottery.)) I suppose only so many people are aware of how aiding and abetting treason to the criminal act of violation in son of sam law violates freedom. We see today, many people commit crimes and are famous. These criminals don't appear poor as me do they? They all have personal assets don't they? Here I am, I was still trying to get a job, and had it not been for the Ukraine crisis the Ranchero Kantina may still be in town. During Ukraine crisis I followed day one Crimea. I pinged Russian federation contacts as well as Ukraine asking for the two to work together in resolution. I felt there was a need to prevent war. Ukraine out stacked in militant armory 8 to 1. Long story short the Antonov was given back.
Later today I'll have test experiment results from posts of the new Daddy Kid album uploaded to Soundcloud. The test results will take a little while to compile. I'm going to have to discover the values in USD. I'll retrieve the prices of SBD and STEEM considering days of investments into the bot experiment. I'll have to do the same for the time of curation. I'll be able to provide myself with the estimate ROI's and or losses.
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