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Notes Of Replenishment, Life after you make the change
by Aija M Butler   
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Last edited: Sunday, August 22, 2010
Posted: Sunday, August 22, 2010

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Lets Get Organized…

“The Rebirth Of My Soul,” gave you a piece of my journey. During the time we spent being reborn I told you about life, and shared some experiences and advice on how to get back into the drivers seat of life.

This book is going to tell the story of my life. I saw a need for my soul to be refreshed.

This book reveals my moments of insanity, and my fight to regain reason. I have been shaken, reborn, tossed to the side, and dragged into the dirt. The fight is still on. To give up is not an option. I am continuing to bend, along with the wind, during the storm.

My short stories will encourage, motivate, and down right make you laugh. Our cups are half full. Some of us are going through life on empty. Live, Learn and Let go. Our journey never ends. So our souls must be replenished.

Please read the introduction to this new written works.


The Infectious Disease…

Waving her clipboard and flipping loudly to the next page, she and her lab partner requested to ask me a few questions. I buried my chin to my chest and looked up. I was quite dispassionate to their inquiries but I decided to oblige.

“If you don’t mind I’d like to begin.” Wincing with pain. I sat up and adjusted my IV and nasointestinal tubes.

“Last July, I was traveling through San Joaquin Valley. I just had Jazzy baby about 6 months prior. Myself and younger sister decided to go down to see my daughters father and family . We took the train for about four hours and the bus for 2 hours. Oh how I love LA, and it busy streets, loud obnoxious vendors, and smog filled air. It took us straight into the Los Angeles Union train station. A trip I had taken a million times.”

“Where was the point of transfer? I mean, where did you board the bus and train?”

“Please don’t interrupt. Its rude.” I said with my forehead creased. “You may not get the chance to cover this story again. I may not be around to tell it.

I laughed out loud. It hurt like hell but, it was worth the look on their pale baby faces. The fresh white lab coats suggested they were still wet behind the ears, and earnestly wanted to make an impression on their superiors.

“For your recording purposes. Antioch, California is where we boarded. Bakersfield was our point of transfer from train to bus. It wasn’t until October that I started showing signs of illness. Flu-like symptoms to be exact. Coughing, achy body, loss of appetite, I was miserable. I also developed these soars on my face. Right between the eye and the nose, on both sides. Hideous they were, and very painful. I couldn’t help but pick at them. One of the soars began to form a hole in the core of it. You could see smack dab through it!”

The students both male and female, shifted their feet as other students poured into my room accompanied by the nurse.

“Ms. Butler. Are you feeling okay to continue? I’m here with your meds.”

“I’m okay. I am enjoying the company.”

“We better hurry along with my story.” I directed my attention back to the students. “As soon as this medicine hits my blood stream. I am going to be out like a light.”

“Ms. Butler, What other symptoms do you remember having, that prompted you to see a doctor?”

“Well the damn soars for one. I had never had a problem with acne. The fact they weren’t coming to a head and disseminating was the problem. They were growing and clustering. The Flu symptoms also worsened. I developed a very high fever. I was vomiting more frequently even if I hadn’t eaten, and loosing weight at an abnormal rate.

Halloween night is when I finally decided that something was really wrong. I could barely walk as we strolled through the neighborhood. It was my daughters first Halloween. With the meds and everything going on, I am saddened that I can’t even remember what she was that year,

I was sweating and Fall was coming to a close. It was freezing out. My mom sat with me on a bench in the park where we lived as my siblings rolled Jazz around.

The next morning I went to see a doctor. I wasn’t there 30 minutes before the EMT’s were called. The next thing I knew 3 doctors came in with astronaut looking suits on, and a gurney. Scared to death, my first thought was to run. My mother began to cry immediately.

I suffered through isolation for 3 days. I had very few visitors, and the first set of antibiotics had failed miserably. Lupus and TB were ruled out. So I got removed from isolation. I was glad to reunite with the land of the living. However I was getting worse.

After a few weeks, which turned to roughly three months, I jumped ship and was transferred to San Francisco State Medical Center, and here I am ladies and gentlemen.

Your superior officers have been running tests to see how to attack the disease. It has spread throughout my lungs and filtered my body. My lymph nodes have swollen, and some of the nodules have busted and crusted over.”

“Has Lymphoma been ruled out.”

“Yes! I have Coccidiodomycosis. They call it San Joaquin Valley Fever.”

One of the male interns whipped out his PDA, like a western gun slinger, and began tapping on it swiftly.

“ Coccidioidomycosis is an infection caused by inhaling the microscopic spores of the fungus Coccidioides immitis. Spores are the tiny, thick-walled structures that fungi use to reproduce. Coccidioidomycosis exists in three forms. The acute form produces flu-like symptoms. The chronic form can develop as many as 20 years after initial infection and, in the lungs, can produce inflamed, injured areas that can fill with pus (abscesses). Unfortunately, My form of fungus has disseminated.

Disseminated coccidioidomycosis describes the type of coccidioidomycosis that spreads throughout the body affecting many organ systems and is often fatal.

I began to tell him about the disease and describe its derivatives.

“So you inhaled toxic soil correct. I remember my mentor mentioning it when we were briefed on your case. The gentleman smiled gutsy at his inquisitiveness, as he put his pocket pc in his lab coat and began to write.”

“Yes, that is correct. I am plagued with knowing every detail of the disease.”

“Hey Miss Thing!”

One of my favorite nurses flip flopped into the room. I could tell it was her. She had this laid back walk. Like she was the shit and in no hurry. Still I liked her. She was kind to sit and listen to my gripes.

“Yal gotta get up out of here. You see she dosing off.”

I was happy to see her. I had a surprise under my silk bandana, I wanted and entrusted only to show her.

“Scoot Scoot! She will be here tomorrow.” The nurse scolded waving her hands for the interns to leave. Slowly but surely the students began to disappear into the white light.

‘So hey! What did you want to show me?” The nurse tapped my leg to bring me back to life.

“Oh, yes. Take a gander at this.” I slowly pulled my scarf back to reveal my short soft curls.

“Awe you cut your hair.”

“Might as well. It was falling out anyhow. So why not?” I said laughing brilliantly.

“It looks good girl.”

“Thanks. This is my form of liberation.”

“Well when you get out of her maybe you can add a hair club to your organization.”

I looked up as the tears welled in my eyes, and snatched my scarf from the nurse. “If I walk out of here.” I mumbled through clenched teeth. I don’t know why I was so angry; but my chest burned. My throat began to close.




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