Clarifications by Tallulah

My Dearests,
I find it a bit tedious that I have to clarify the confusion Miss JudyJudith has created by her last post.  However, it is incumbent upon me to address her mis-communication to make sure that my reputation remains pristine and shelter her from further embarrassment.

Here are my clarifications.

I, Miss Tallulah Pacehead, am diligently doing my job.  I am not responsible for any of the chest pain, exhaustion or wack-o arryhthmia’s Miss jJ was experiencing.   I am an electronic miracle, unlike the medications which seem to cause unseemly side effects.

I, Miss Tallulah Pacehead,  am aghast that some of you did not know I have lived with Miss jJ for several years.  I am quite famous so those of you who are not acquainted with me  click here and type in Tallulah or pacemaker in the search box. (I have many posts)

Miss JudyJudith is NOT retiring, nor is she getting rid of her workshop materials and “stuff” (as she so indelicately called the fruits of her labor).  Even though she is getting rather “long of tooth” she continues to see clients, make presentations and facilitate workshops.

What Miss JudyJudith MEANT to say is that she wishes to make available her Hypnotic Healing Recordings, workshop workbooks, instructions and on-line workshops for free/donation.  She, unlike me, is technologically impaired and can not figure out how to get the “stuff” (as she so indelicately called her life’s work) up on the web.

With my kindest regards,

Ta Ta!

Miss Tallulah Pacehead

Dem Bones

I’ve not been blogging as frequently.  Did YOU NOTICE?  (Don’t tell me.  I actually don’t want to know!)
My saggy saga. . .
the medication that was controlling my atrial fibrillation. . .  caused the long q-t interval (life threatening). . .which necessitated Tallulah Pacehead to be implanted.  Tallulah  caused . . . my AV node to act up which activated light-headedness and propensity to pass out when exercising.  The great news is this is not life threatening.  The bad news is I’ve been poooooooooped.
So . . .
The doctor and I decided to titrate off the atrial fibrillation medication to see if some of the dominoes could be righted.  Wronged!  I’m back on the meds after having chest pain with every little move, wild blood pressure and constant arrhythmia.  Guess that medication has been working just fine!

The weird part is I couldn’t get these Dem Bone lyrics out of my head while all this was going on.  I don’t think I’ve heard this song since I was a child.  AND I had no idea, until now, that the gospel song was actually based on Ezekiel.

How great is this!?  
I wouldn’t have had the song play in my mind if all this hadn’t happened to me and I wouldn’t have googled it to see if I remembered it correctly and I wouldn’t have known the song was from the Bible and YOU wouldn’t be reminded of the Dem Bones song which will now play over and over in your mind which will lead you to heaven-knows-what . . .
Gospel Song Lyrics
James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)

E-ze-kiel cried, “Dem dry bones!”
E-ze-kiel cried, “Dem dry bones!”
E-ze-kiel cried, “Dem dry bones!”
Oh hear the word of the Lord.

The foot bone con-nected to the (pause) leg-bone,
The leg bone connected to the (‘) knee bone,
The knee bone connected to the (‘) thigh bone,
The thigh bone connected to the (‘) back bone,
The back bone connected to the (‘) neck bone
The neck bone connected to the (‘) head bone
Oh hear the word of the Lord!

Dem bones, dem bones gon-na walk a-roun’
Dem bones, dem bones gon-na walk a-roun’
Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk aroun’
Oh hear the word of the Lord.

The head-bone connected to the neck-bone,
the neck-bone connected to the back-bone
The backbone connected to the thigh-bone
the thighbone connected to the knee-bone
the knee bone connected to the leg bone
the leg bone connected to the foot bone
Oh hear the word of the Lord

Ezekiel 37
The Valley of Dry Bones

1 The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. 2 He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. 3 He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “O Sovereign LORD, you alone know.”

4 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD!

5 This is what the Sovereign LORD says to these bones: I will make breath [a] enter you, and you will come to life. 6 I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.’ ”

7 So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. 8 I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.

9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’ ” 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army.

11 Then he said to me: “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’

12 Therefore prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: O my people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel.

13 Then you, my people, will know that I am the LORD, when I open your graves and bring you up from them.

14 I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the LORD have spoken, and I have done it, declares the LORD.'”

Humph! The dear girl is losing it . . .

Tallulah: Getting it Off Her Chest

Miss Tallulah Pacehead

While Miss JudyJudith has been convalescing this past week I’ve been running my little legs off running her little heart out . . .  Unfortunately for all my diligence she didn’t appreciate all I’ve done for her and she schlepped me to the doctor today.  He said I had been working way to much – he didn’t need to tell me – and I could rest a bit.

Frankly, I just don’t understand why she’s been complaining.  She’s not done a lick of work all week.  Just sat and moaned and groaned about chest pains, and headaches and light-headedness.  She’s so dramatic.

Frankly, I think she just wants attention.  So please don’t reinforce her.  Tell her to get off her behind and act human.

On second thought.  Don’t tell her to act like a human – that’s actually what she does and it’s not always becoming.  Tell her to act her age!

On second thought.  Don’t tell her to act her age – that’s what she’s been doing and it’s not always becoming.  Tell her to act like Tallulah:  Always smile, always be gracious and always be grateful to have heart.

Go RED! Go Tallulah!

Tallulah Pacehead

My Dears,

I had such an incredibly mahhhhvelous, exciting day yesterday. Unfortunately what “Turns me on . . . and off” isn’t the same mahvelous experience for Miss JudyJudith.  Humans are rather delicate. Pity.

Well, back to me.  I commemorated Go RED! for heart disease day with a visit to my personal cardiologist.  For the better part of 2 1/2 hours I was administered to.  Such a delight since most of the time I toil unrecognized and behind the scenes.

I was turned up.  I was turned down, I was adjusted and tweaked.   Truely a spa day to bring out my glow. I am as magnetic a personality as always.

And I was exonerated.  You won’t believe how much I get unjustly blamed for.  It’s undoubtedly because of my feminine beauty that the finger always gets pointed to me. Being a star it comes with the territory but it is tiring.

Seems as if JudyJudith’s V-nodes (too complicated for those of you not as close to the heart of things as I to comprehend) are competing and the beats aren’t beating and the circuits are heating.  Blood pressure is elevating, Judy is deflating. Ah I wax poetic.

JudyJudith was told by the doctor to take it easy so I, ONCE AGAIN, am helping her out by writing all of you.  I’ll see to it that she’ll be just just fine.  Never as good as new, of course because she’s not new.  So what’s new . . . ?  She wants me to assure you that all is well.

Well, back to me.  I’m doing mahhhhhhvelously well.  And  I want to remind you that heart disease is the number 1 killer of women.  So please take heart, take care and review the symptoms of heart attack.  We pacemakers prefer being in the bodies of  humans who are alive.

Ta, Ta,

with much love,

Miss Tallulah Pacehead

Should you want to refresh yourself on my activities –  how Pacemakers are implanted etc here are past posts: Cranky Tallulah, Open Letter from Tallulah,  Pacemaker Activity Hospital Guidelines,  Pacemaker Implant Instructions)

http://www.goredforwomen.org

http://myheartsisters.org/

Pacing My Pacemaker, Tallulah Pacehead – (winter)

Tallulah Pacehead, my pacemaker

Tallulah keeps working overtime and I feel her like a leaden pain in my chest, short of breath and exhausted.

I’ve been back to the cardiologist to have Tallulah simmer down a bit and not bump up my heart beat when it’s not necessary, like dusting or emptying the dishwasher . . . (hmmmm, maybe I shouldn’t be doing strenuous things around the house . . . )

Whatever they did with her computer made it worse so I was back to the cardiologist two days later.   After talking at length to The Physician’s assistant, she went out,  came back  and said the doctor didn’t know what to do next.  (He’s an expert in the area of electrophysiology . . .)

I jokingly replied,  “Tell him to get in here and cure me”.  No sooner were the words out of my mouth and she had left the room I felt the rush of tears.  Tears that seemed to come from nowhere.  I struggled to regain my composure. (In the past I’ve cried in front of too many doctors who dismissed my feelings or leave because they were uncomfortable)

I was, obviously, feeling much more vulnerable than I had been consciously aware of.

With fibromyalgia I know there is always that possibility of feeling better the next day, always the possibility of science coming out with more information and better medications and I know it’s not life threatening.

My heart, as I age, becomes more and more dependent on the pacemaker, on something foreign implanted in my body.  They are the same tears I had in my early days of fibromyalgia when no one knew what it was or what to do about it and doctors were just stabbing in the dark.  I feel like I’m being stabbed again.

Haiku

Mechanical beats

Winter of my discontent

Heart felt discomfort

If you want to read more about Tallulah and see her pictures cut’n’paste  Pacemaker, Tallulah Pacehead in the search block at top of blog

Tallulah is Owed Apologies

sunshineandchaos.wordpress.com

Well, I think I can see part of the problem. Look at the picture of the delightful Tallulah and see what kind of shoes she’s wearing. Has she had to walk downhill AND uphill on your morning walks wearing those shoes? No wonder she was cranky and sending you messages.I am glad you listened and went to the cardiologist. Hopefully this takes care of things and you can enjoy your walks again. Maureen

My Darling Maureen,

You are obviously a discerning woman to have noticed my shoes.  Since I have to perform my job in the nude I pay extra attention to my hair and shoes.  You are absolutely right I was not given time to change into more appropriate attire before we walk.  I shall discuss this with The JudyJudith.

Yours Truly,

Tallulah

dragonfliesandbuttercups
http://beccagivens.wordpress.com

Judy and Tallulah … Judy I am glad you figured it was time to go to the cardiologist … and Tallulah – I am delighted you are keeping my new blogging friend on track … please continue with your excellent diligent work!! 🙂
My Dearest Becca,

You are so kind to point out how I keep JudyJudith on track.  It is absolutely delightful to be recognized by such an illustrious Poetess such as you.  You have a knowing beyond your years.

With the kindest of regards,

Tallulah

hibernationnow.wordpress.com

and…….? have me worried about you now. umm,, stupid question but what made you keep walking for an hour and a half when you knew you weren’t feeling well? Would that be Tallulah Stubbornhead?! Feel better, and please give an update. Love, Laurie F.

My Dear Laurie F.
The Judy Judith walked for about 20 minutes going downhill. I kept telling her I was beat but she thought it was because she was holding her breath too much while she was chanting her prayer. So she stopped chanting where upon I kept telling her I just was walking to the beat of a different drummer. When she finally got the message that I just wasn’t up to par it took her over an hour to get back home because she had to go UP hill.
Very truly yours,
Tallulah
P.S. You are a good friend to be worried about her. HOWEVER, I am a bit hurt, no make that WOUNDED, that you called me Tallulah StubbornHead.  I do believe an apology is in order.

I think Tallulah StubbornHead is totally appropriate.  My goodness, you cannot mess around with Tallulah PaceHead, especially when she’s being cranky.  You and Tallulah have many people, including Max, relying on you, you know.  I think the early morning prayer walks sound wonderful.  I may try that myself.  Please, please take care of yourself.  Raffie

My Dear Raffie,

YOU TOO with the StubbornHead!  That is totally inappropriate.  Let me tell you . . . if I weren’t stubbornly ticking day and night, night and day, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 24 hours a day, with no time off, no vacations, no sleep, stubbornly stimulating JudyJudith’s heart she would be kaput. I do believe I am owed an apology.

Sincerely yours,

Tallulah 

P.S. You are a good friend to be worried about her. HOWEVER, I am a MORE THAN A bit hurt that you, of all people called me Tallulah StubbornHead.

phylor.wordpress.com

Cranky folks often need more attention — and often cause they are cranky, we would rather ignore them.
I hope that this new level of crankiness for Tullulahcrankypacehead gives you back your morning walks!
Tell Tallulah for me that you are special, and she shouldn’t be so hard on you, even if she is a crankypacehead.

Dear Dear Lorraine,

TallulahCRANKYPacehead!  You are adding even more insult to injury.  NOW I REALLY AM GETTING CRANKY.  I am beyond hurt, beyond. beyond, beyond

Sincerely,

Tallulah

!P.S. You are a good friend to be worried about her. HOWEVER, I am a MORE THAN A bit hurt , I am decimated that you  called me TallulahCRANKYpaceHead.

THESE shoes were made for walk'n

My Dearest Darlings Maureen & Becca,

YOU alone are the ONLY ones who STOOD up for me.  You shall have my undying (no pun intended) admiration and gratitude.  We are women hear us roar.

Tallulah PaceHead, my Cranky Pacemaker

Tallulah PaceHead

I’ve been getting up at 5 am, YES! YOU HEARD ME! 5, that’s F-I-V-E  A.M.  to take my Baha’i prayer walk.  Praying for 45 minutes to an hour has been really good for my soul but unfortunately Tallulah PaceHead, my Biotronik Pacemaker would rather sleep in.  She is a bit cranky getting up when it’s still dark.

Toward the middle of my walks I’ve been getting light-headed to the point where I’ve had to stop every so often.  Yesterday the light-headedness hit almost immediately.  I kept going thinking it would get better.   The walk turned into 1 1/2 hours. To get back home I had to stop every few feet so I wouldn’t pass out (well, that’s how it felt).

Time to stop ignoring the symptoms so I high-tailed it (in the car)  to my cardiologist and sat in the waiting room till they could fit me in.  Turns out Tallulah had to be cranked up a bit more.  As if she wasn’t cranky enough!

Bipolar Pacemaker!