Helping Gomer

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Honestly, I have no idea what I accomplished this week. I did create about 15 paintings. Other than that, I Just tried to make it through the week. On Sunday, my beloved three-year-old somehow got out of her floatie and jumped into a friend's pool. Thank God she was rescued. I broke my pinkie toe on a brick that night. By the next day I couldn't walk on it. Its much better now. I splinted it like a true professional with some Barbie bandaids. On Tuesday,  Chayah asked to go swing on the porch swing that hangs in the big tree in our yard. There was a giant wasp nest hidden underneath it. They started attacking my head and legs. Wasp stings to the head are intense. My head is still swollen. My head hurt so badly for hours that I couldn't even feel the pain of the other stings. I jerked poor Chayah off that swing so fast that I scared her. Poor girl. A few minutes later she was choking on a piece of ice. I couldn't get into my doctor to see if my ear infection/ retracted eardrum/ sinus issue from the mold had cleared, so I saw the PA. It seemed to be okay, but the inflammation remained. I had a extremely racy pulse that afternoon so I headed to get checked out. They said my heart and lungs were good. My lymph nodes were swollen again so I need to go back and get blood work. I wanted to make sure I get to see my real doctor of choice so I will have to wait until we get back from the beach to do that. Say a little payer that we get to the bottom of it all. Mold is serious business, y'all. I was only around it for a short time and months later it is still messing with me. 

People keep asking if they can help with my medical bills since we do not currently have insurance. We have a donation site for our non-profit that you can give to. I would appreciate every ounce of your help with our bills and our house. One of our big goals is to get heat downstairs this year. We have been looking into radiant heating and hopefully we will raise enough funds to put it in. 

Here is our donation site: http://donate.unitedcharitableprograms.org/SearchDetails.aspx?ProgID=101575


Our Southern Fish Fry Fundraiser 
is October 11th. Please mark your calendar. We will have live music, witty banter, sweet tea, and pie! I'll have art for sale. Please come. Help the Cherry family get some heat. Love y'all.
Bonus: Look at this picture I found of my man with short hair. He was still a diva back then, just without the locks.

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