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Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
« Reply #100 on: December 22, 2019, 11:18:15 AM »
Hi Folks,                 29 November 2019

Time for an update:

Went to my new Hematologist Wednesday 27 November 2019. I have yet to start back on She-Mones as I wanted several opinions about restarting them.

The Hematologist I saw Wednesday did a lot of analysis of my case prior to me seeing him. Without subjecting me to extensive testing, he determined my DVT was most likely due to heredity. My Father developed a blood clot in one of his legs in 1964 at the age of 53. Long story short he was on blood thinners (Warfarin, a rat poison) the last 30+ years of his life. He passed away 4 days shy of his 95th birthday.

The long and short of it is if I stay on Xarelto, I should not develop another clot. He said it would be OK for me to restart Estradiol patches. He said the fact that my clots were below the knee was good and that Dena spotting the symptoms of the DVT and sending me to the real Hospital Emergency Department saved my life. Thank You Dena Dear; I Love You.

I have another appointment at UTSW Medical Center teaching hospital 03 December 2019, with a doctor in the blood disorder department. This should give me another viewpoint on my DVT situation. My plans are to restart She-Mones once I get an OK from UTSW.

Looking forward to restarting Project "Boobies" with the hope of developing at least a set of "B" cups. I can dream can't I?

Best Always, Love

Christine
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Re: Christine's Transition Adventures
« Reply #101 on: December 22, 2019, 11:20:14 AM »
Hi Folks,                 05 December 2019

I want to wish everyone here a Blessed, Healthy, Happy, Merry Christmas and New Year.

God Bless You All.


Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #102 on: December 22, 2019, 11:43:10 AM »
Hi Folks,              21 December 2019

Went to my favorite Pharmacy today and had them fill my new prescription for Estradiol patches. I'll start the first patch tomorrow morning after I get up for the day.

I have been off Her-Mones (Estradiol) since 23 November 2018 when I developed a DVT in my left leg. On 07 November 2019 I visited my Endocrinologist. She felt I would be safe using the lowest dose Estradiol patch possible while also remaining on Xarelto anticoagulant.

I have repeatedly been tested for clots via the D-dimer blood test; the results are negative for clots.

Before I filled the prescription, I wanted to seek the counsel of two hematologists, Long story short, they feel that as long as I remain on Xarelto while I am on Estradiol, I should not develop a blood clot. My hematologist believes my clot (DVT) was due to heredity; my father had a history of blood clots in his legs starting when he was 53; he was also a fairly heavy user of tobacco (cigarettes and cigars).

Since there is a family history of blood clots and I have suffered a DVT, the hematologists felt it was hereditary and not the Estradiol. They both feel as long as I stay on the Xarelto I should not develop another clot. To be safe I need to remain vigilant for any signs of a clot. I will also remain on the low dose aspirin regime I have been on for several years.

There is a special blood test to determine if in fact my DVT was caused by heredity. It's complex and requires my going off Xarelto for a month or more, likely shifting to Warfarin, a rat poison; doesn't give me a warm fuzzy thinking about it, so I didn't and won't do it.

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« Reply #103 on: February 01, 2020, 11:27:30 PM »
Hi Folks,                01 February 2020

Still alive, have an eyeball appointment Monday. Will find out, hopefully, if it's an easy fix. If everything isn't fixed I have another plan that I know will get things moving in the right direction.

Will let you know how goes it,

Christine
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« Reply #104 on: February 02, 2020, 01:39:52 PM »
I hope that you get good news on Monday.  Whatever happens, don't give up or get downhearted.  You've come through a lot to get this far.

Advice I heard many years ago is still good:
Plan as though you are going to live forever;
Live as though you are going to die tommorow.

I can't send you a PM, which is disappointing on this, ahem, less restrictive site.  Please don't let such things, or your eye problem, get you down.  In your varied life, you must have been knocked down by tougher opponents, human or otherwise, than the ones who beset you now.  As you get older, you may need a long count now and again, but keep getting up until God himself knocks you down and raises you up.

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« Reply #105 on: February 03, 2020, 02:01:00 AM »
I hope that you get good news on Monday.  Whatever happens, don't give up or get downhearted.  You've come through a lot to get this far.

Advice I heard many years ago is still good:
Plan as though you are going to live forever;
Live as though you are going to die tommorow.

I can't send you a PM, which is disappointing on this, ahem, less restrictive site.  Please don't let such things, or your eye problem, get you down.  In your varied life, you must have been knocked down by tougher opponents, human or otherwise, than the ones who beset you now.  As you get older, you may need a long count now and again, but keep getting up until God himself knocks you down and raises you up.

Hi MaryT,            03 February 2020

Thank You MaryT for your kind and encouraging comments. I have never been beaten, I always win in the end; it's nothing more than a game. What I have been told by many of my former opponents I'm no fun to do battle with because I always win.

I'll tell a little story that's true:

When I was in the Navy I was on a Top Secret Project where I was one of about 25 Navy personnel (Staffing varied from month to month) and a contingent of engineers and scientists. I worked on a sonar system that was so unique there were only 4 of them in the world.

I spent most of my time working with the engineers and scientists rather than playing cards, watching movies, reading porn books or just plain grab-assing. I was working and learning. I also had to stand Navy watches, two per day, 4 hours per. So most of my day was consumed where I didn't have any free time, barely enough to sleep.

One day while I was working the XO (Executive Officer) came into the Sonar room and told me he was taking me off the watch list, which would mean I wouldn't have to stand those two 4 hour stints doing Navy stuff. I asked him why and he said: "Because you're working all the time and need to get some sleep." I thanked him and told him he didn't need to do that because I could handle it. He insisted, I thanked him again and continued on working.

About 30 minutes later the Senior Navy Chief came storming into the Sonar Room and said to me: "When Mr. Clark (not his real name) leaves (Is Transferred) I' m going to get your ass." About a month later Mr.  Clark was transferred. My life became a living hell. Fortunately I had friends that worked at BUPERS (Bureau of Naval Personnel). This is where all reassignment orders originate. I sent a letter to my friend Bill who was a detailer there, one of the persons who assigns people to their next duty station.

I let him know what was going on between the Chief and me. He said he'd take care of him. I also asked another friend there to get me orders to one of our sister ships operating in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea. In a flash I had my orders and was on my way.

Spent my last year in the service working on one of our sister ships. It was great duty, great crew and great ports. On 15 December 1966 I was separated from the Navy, not discharged as I had a 6 year obligation, the last two were in the Reserve.

Spent Christmas at home then went to New York for a job interview with General Instrument Corporation. With nothing more than a handshake and "When do you want to start," I had my job; I was recruited while I was still in the Navy (ring any bells?).

Once I was on board I had to reapply for my security clearance. That took about two months before it came through. On 17 March 1967 I was back aboard my first ship as a Civilian Engineer, Consultant if you will. The ship was in dry-dock at the time so we were inport about 2 months. One evening I decided to go into town, Yokosuka, Japan, to have a nice dinner. Decided on the Kobe Beef Steak House.

I'm sitting there enjoying my dinner when all of a sudden a voice behind me said: "Headley, What are you doing here?" I looked up and saw it was the Navy Chief that had given me so much grief while I was on the ship. I told him it's Mr. Headley Now!

He sat down and started to spin a tale of woe. He said when he received orders off our ship, he didn't get any leave and had to report immediately to an LST off Vietnam. He said he hadn't been home in over two years and couldn't understand what happened. I looked at him and thought to my self, "You're Looking at what happened." I won and got to experience the results. I didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing why or what  caused his woe. He made a serious mistake when he issued his threat: "I'm going to get your ass."

Do I have any recriminations? None what so ever. He screwed with me for some stupid reason, probably one conjured up in his imagination.  My best guess was that he was pissed because he made the assumption I asked Mr. Clark to take me off the duty roster. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Thanks MaryT. Hopefully, you will get to read this post. If you don't I'll email it to you. If you don't get to read it here...

I don't go down, I don't give up, and truth always prevails. Your advice reminds me of a quoted saying I saw recently; I have altered it for my own situation. This version is for Dena, the Love of my Life:

TO DENA, I want to live as long as you, minus one day, so I'll never have to live without you. Your Forever Christine

God Bless MaryT

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #106 on: February 03, 2020, 04:40:06 PM »
That's a great true story.  Keep winning.

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« Reply #107 on: February 03, 2020, 11:36:25 PM »
That's a great true story.  Keep winning.

Hi MaryT,                          03 February 2020

Had my eye appointment today. Got there about 30 min early so I could fill out the 25 pages of questions they wanted answered. Got that done then went in and started my exam. First they checked my BP, 93 / 60 Pulse 70, tested my ability to see and comprehend the big letter with one vertical leg, two arms and a leg sticking out. Passed that with flying colors. Next it was dilation; something a lot of our community experience. Instead of a willy wand they put drops in my eyes. Did that ever open them up.

The whole time we were there, they gendered me correctly and called me Ma'am or Christine. There were quite a few folks waiting for their turn at the exam. Once we started it was a well coordinated continuous process of exams. I almost had a feeling they were going to give me a proctologic exam as we proceeded from exam station to exam station. It wouldn't have surprised me if there had been someone with a big smile on there face, a blue glove on one hand and a tube of KY in the in the other, beckoning me into their exam room.

Fortunately, that person was busy with someone else. A lot of the testing was boring and lengthy. I fell asleep while a couple of the tests were in progress... several times. Almost fell out of my chair a couple times too.

One of the more interesting things we encountered along our route through the test maze, was a play room for dogs. It was vacant when we went by it. As we were moving along to the final phase of the tests, where we would meet the doctor again, we passed the doctor's office and noticed a nice looking dog sitting next to him. When the doctor came in to finish the exam, I asked about his pooch. He said he had quite a few rescue dogs. I mentioned the pooch I saw looked like a Dingo (OK Aussies, please splain to the rest of the members just what a Dingo is). He agreed and said she exhibits quite a few Dingo Characteristics. From that point on he did a lot of talking to us about his many dogs and the diagnosis for my eye problem.

Diagnosis: "Vitreous Detachment." Holly cow, what am I going to do now. Well, it turns out not as bad as it sounds. It's main cause is Aging. Hmm. I don't think I have this risk factor; I'm only 79 years young. Let's see what some of the risk factors are:

1  50 years old or older.
2. Inflammation of the eye.
3. An eye injury.
4. Eye surgery.
5. Hemorrhage in ones eye,
6. Myopia - Very nearsighted.

According to the doctor, my problem should resolve itself within the next month, unless I get into a slug fest with someone foolish enough to challenge me to a fight. Guess I'll carry my trusty .500 S&W Magnum so I don't have to chance the slugfest.

It appears that my optic nerve is no longer inflamed or swollen. I am prone to optic migraines which can cause aura, which is not helpful to the situation. They can also cause problems like I have been experiencing. The doc did say Tylenol can help in this situation, especially the optic Migraine, AKA. aura.

I asked the doctor what could have precipitated my problem. He said any number of things, age being the #1 possibility. I mentioned that about two months back, my left eye began itching uncontrollably. I started rubbing it. The more I rubbed it the worse it got; the worse it got the more I rubbed it. It got so sore I wanted to pop the thing out of my head and stomp on it. The doc said the heavy duty rubbing is most likely the source of the problem. Now I have a possible cause and affect so I'll just have to be careful and take better care of my peepers. They need to last me a lifetime.

Take care MaryT. I have another true story along the same lines as the last one, both from my Navy days. Never down for the count; always up for the next round; do whatever it takes to finish on top.

May God Bless You MaryT.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #108 on: February 04, 2020, 11:14:32 PM »
Did they at least suggest eye drops for eye allergies? I know I have some OTC medications my eye doc told me to take to stop me from rubbing my eyes.

Hi Lady Sarah,                04 February 2020

Thank You Lady Sarah; no, but I do have Naphcon A, recommended by Dena. I use it and it works very well. My problem that day was that the itching came out of the blue and was very intense. I started rubbing and the more I rubbed the worse it became. By then I wasn't thinking of eye meds, I just wanted to get that eyeball out of my head. Sanity reigned supreme and I took a shower, thinking I must have gotten a dose of pollen from somewhere.

All I can remember is sitting here at my computer authoring a post when the eye attack began. Don't ever remember having a spell like that. I do have seasonal allergies, some spring grasses and a few trees. Non seasonal is Poison Ivy, with it being the worst offender of the lot.

Take care Lady Sarah.

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« Reply #109 on: February 06, 2020, 01:45:45 AM »
Hi Folks,                        06 February 2020

Here's a true story about a transgender girl's faithful companion Foo Foo and her Reefer.

The year was 1968, 52 years ago. I was a couple months shy of 28; it was early summer; I had recently returned from working in Japan, March 1967 through April 1968. I kind of retired for a short while after four years in the Navy and another 13 months at sea as a consulting engineer.

The kitchen had recently been remodeled and had a nice glass top stove with two ovens above. One had a broiler in it. This particular day I decided to broil a T-Bone steak for lunch.

Popped one into the broiler and commenced to lie down on my favorite sofa, where I managed to drift off into La La land. Next thing I remember my dog Foo Foo was barking up a storm, waking me from the stupor I was in. I sat up on the edge of the sofa and tried to get Foo Foo to calm down.

As I sat there in some what of a fog bank, I wondered why it was so foggy in the house. I sat there looking into the kitchen. We had a nice Frigidaire frost free refrigerator Freezer with stainless steel doors. From where I was sitting I could only see the reefer; my view of the rest of the kitchen was blocked by a wall.

While sitting there facing the reefer I noticed some strange reflections in the stainless steel doors. It looked like orange lights flickering. Couldn't figure out what it was. As I was finally returning to a somewhat conscious state, it all of a sudden dawned on me that I had a steak in the broiler, the fog wasn't fog, it was smoke. Smoke usually accompanies a fire. Unattended broiler's can kind of get out of control.

I had a kitchen fire on my hands. Fortunately Foo Foo got my attention with her barking. My somewhat delayed response to the emergency was probably due to prowling the bars and honky tonks the previous evening,

As a consequence of my carelessness the stove was ruined, the cupboards above were charred, the smoke left its calling card throughout the house. Fortunately, I was able to extinguish the fire without having to call 911, if 911 even existed back then.

Had it not been for Foo Foo waking me from my stupor and the flickering of orange being reflected by the reefer's Stainless Steel door, I probably wouldn't be here writing about it.

Thank You Foo Foo for saving our lives. I hope I can repay you when we meet at the Rainbow Bridge, where we will be together, never again to be parted.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #110 on: February 06, 2020, 02:51:03 PM »
Dogs are the best.  Benjamin Franklin may have been right about the fleas, but it's worth the risk.

I'm glad your eye problem isn't too serious.

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« Reply #111 on: February 07, 2020, 05:24:26 PM »
Dogs are the best.  Benjamin Franklin may have been right about the fleas, but it's worth the risk.

I'm glad your eye problem isn't too serious.

Hi MaryT,                07 February 2020

Thank you MaryT. You and me both; I just hope it resolves itself sooner than later.

I'll agree with you 100%. A Dog will always love you no matter what. Never been stabbed in the back by a Dog. It's happened numerous times by humans I thought I could trust.

On my first ship, the one I wrote about, the OIC (Officer In Charge) was pretty much known to be a backstabber. Most of our crew were civilians. During a lunch break, an engineer from Sperry was standing on an upper deck where a fairly large number of the civilians congregated during nice weather.

I don't know what the conversation was at that time; when the OIC stopped to talk with the Engineers, the Sperry Engineer said to the OIC, "You go around patting folks on the back with one hand, looking for a place to stick the knife you have in the other." This didn't set well with the OIC; he was a "Glad Hander." Now on to another story from my Sordid Past:

One Of My Saddest Days As a COP

I spent a good portion of my time working with CPS (Child Protective Services). CPS would call me anytime they needed a cop, Night, Day or anytime in between. On a particular afternoon I received a call to meet with the lady from CPS. Her task was to check on a 7 year old little girl who was a "Latch-Key" kid. When we arrived at the address, the "House" the little girl was living in with her mom was a barn shaped implement shed in the back yard of a mobile home.

I'm there in full uniform, gun and other trappings of authority. I am there for protection of the CPS officer and the little girl. The door opens and the little girl pokes her head out. The first thing she sees is me. It was obvious the sight of me frightened her.

A little background is due here. The girl's mother was a hard core Doper, about 30 years of age. I knew of this before we arrived; the CPS officer had briefed me.

The CPS lady spoke with the girl, showed the girl her ID and introduced me to the little girl. We went inside this house, which had little room. I guess it kept her dry during rainy days.

After about 15 minutes the CPS lady asked me to go and get the girl's mother, who happened to work for Wally World about 1.5 miles away. I met up with the mom and followed her back to her house. When we got there we went inside. Once the safety of everyone was assured I stepped outside to allow the two adults to have their conversation in private.

After about 20 minutes the mom returned to her job at Wally World. We stayed with the little girl for about another 15 or so minutes. During that time the little girl came over to me and put her arms around me and clung tightly. When it came time for us to leave, she didn't want to let go of me.... It was a heartbreaking moment for me, I had to leave her behind, knowing her chances of ever having a good life were almost ZERO.

I asked the CPS lady what my chances would be of adopting her. She said "Less than Zero."

My parents were as messed up as "Soup Sandwiches." I went to bed every night praying that The Good Lord would send someone to adopt me. Those prayers were answered with a NO; at least they were answered.

I know what it's like to be abused, was on the receiving end of my alcoholic father's irrational and violent wrath.

We are lucky here in Texas, we have a law that requires any person that has knowledge of or suspicion of the mistreatment or endangerment of a child, to report it to CPS or the local police. If one fails to report it, they have committed a crime.

I do not understand how anyone can abuse a child or not take steps to stop abuse they know is occurring. A parent's first and foremost responsibility is to their child, not their spouse nor themselves. I've seen too much child abuse, I know what it does to the children and know what it does when they are adults.

I took care of my parents in their latter years. In 2006 it became obvious my father was dying. One day while rummaging around in a closet I came across a box filled with all the old 8mm home movies my folks had made, I brought it all out and ran the films. My dad and I sat and watched all of them. When we were finished, I started putting the projector, screen and film away. My father walked up to me and said: "I realize now I should have paid more attention to you when you were young," The first thought that popped into my mind was: "Yeah, you're just 66 F****** years too late." I didn't say that to him, I knew he was dying and he knew it too. At least he finally acknowledged it.

A child is only a child for a very short time, don't waste it on yourself. I hope you understand what I mean by that statement. I'll clarify it so I won't get into trouble; Don't spend the time your child is growing up doing all the things YOU want to do, do the things your child wants to do with you. Your child is only a child once; don't waste it.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #112 on: February 07, 2020, 10:02:57 PM »
Hi Folks,              07 February 2020

My days as a cop weren't all sad. I managed to help 11 kids get away from their abusive parents. That gave me the warm fuzzies each time.

I also worked traffic; had a lot of fun with Radar. Learned a lot of tricks when using it. I had a switch in my car that would allow me to run dark, no lights, not even the brake lights. I had a place on the south end of a bridge that I could use to conceal my big black Crown Victoria Police Interceptor.

The fun nights had a full or almost full moon. I'd be in my stealth position, Rader at the ready. Cars heading south wouldn't see me until they were passing by me at 60+ mph. I'd keep the Radar off until they were about 1/4 mile down the road. Occasionally some clown would miss seeing me and would start accelerating. I'd light him up and watch my reading and when they hit 75 (15 over) I'd take off after them in dark mode, not a light to be seen. I'd be traveling about 120 or so when I came up behind them. I'd then hit all the lights and siren; all of a sudden it was the fourth of July.

Needless to say, they weren't surprised, they were stunned. There were a few time I ran down that road at 140 mph.

My favorite was when some clown would try to run. Sitting in my favorite spot, I saw a single headlight heading north; ah, a motorcycle. Clocked him at 93. Made a quick U-turn and went into pursuit mode. I had a clear channel so there was no radio interference. The terrain was hilly so it was easy to loose momentary sight of the prey.

I arrived at an intersection and slowed down. The road ahead was flat without traffic. The road west was flat no traffic. Decided to watch the east bound road. It had hills and curves. All of a sudden a single tail light popped up and over one of the hills. Off I went, pedal to the metal.

My CV sure handled well. Before he knew what was happening, I had him. Surprise, surprise, as hard as he tried, he couldn't outrun Miss Victoria. Got out of my car, walked up to the bike and told the driver: "You just committed a felony." I asked for his license and insurance. His license was only valid for autos, no motorcycle endorsement, no insurance, expired inspection, registration, and a few other items.

Now it was time to explain the situation he was in. It went something like this:

"You have just committed a felony, attempting to elude a peace officer. This is a felony punishable by 2 years in prison. You will probably spend $10,000.00 on attorney fees, you will be found guilty and will be sent to Huntsville Penitentiary, where you will meet a friend of mine. His name is Big Bubba. He will welcome you to prison life and make you his Girl Friend.

You will be so sore after Bubba breaks you in, you won't be able to sit down for at least a month. When another new punk shows up Bubba will turn you over to general population. You'll be lucky if you can sit down in six months after they have had their way with you."

I let that sink in for a couple minutes and then told him: "I'm not going to do that to you. You're 18 and have your whole life ahead of you. A felony conviction will ruin your life; you'll be lucky to get minimum wage jobs for the rest of it. The next time a cop wants you to stop, STOP. What's the worst that can happen? Maybe a $200.00 ticket and no Big Bubba. If someone other than me would have stopped you, you'd have been on the ground, cuffed, arrested and hauled off to jail. I'm not going to do that, but I am going to sight you for every violation I can find. When you go to settle this ticket don't whine and moan." I found 7 violations so his total fine was probably going to be around $700.00. It was rather cheap considering what could have been.

I gave him his ticket; he then asked if he could hug me. I told him to save the hugs for Big Bubba.

He did come by and pay his fines. What happened next was another tragedy. The City Secretary was caught embezzling money, the money paid for traffic violations. Ten years probation and restitution.

Over the years I have often wondered what had become of the little 7 year old girl. She would be about 22 now. I hope she was able to stay away from drugs, get a good education and become successful. No way of knowing; the records are sealed and it has been 15 years.

Just another human I hope I may have helped in some small way.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #113 on: February 08, 2020, 12:18:08 PM »
You've had an interesting life during which you've served your country and tried to help its most vulnerable inhabitants, sometimes defying the odds to do so.

I was lucky with my parents.  Although they didn't approve of me, and my mother could be scathing in her criticism, they did love and care for me.  They also both had interesting and sometimes dangerous lives spent in different parts of the world.  In a way, they usually did what they wanted but where possible, they went out of their way to see that their children enjoyed it too. 

When my mother lay dying, she said "I have nothing to come back for."  When I asked her what she meant, she explained that her life had been varied and fulfilling, and that she had seen more than most people could hope to experience.

When your interesting and helpful life finally ends, I think that you could also say "I have nothing to come back for."
 

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« Reply #114 on: February 08, 2020, 01:04:24 PM »
Hi Folks,               08 February 2020

How about another view of my adventures in the US Navy. Reading this should give you a better understanding of my principals, morals, convictions and standards.

This has two parts that are connected due to their proximity time wise.

The Year, 1965, month: September; Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, the ship USNS Michelson T-AGS 23, an Oceanographic Research Vessel Operated by the US Naval Special Projects Office was at sea doing what she was charged with doing. She operated out of the US Naval Base at Yokosuka, Japan.

There is an article in Wikipedia about OSP that ends abruptly with no explanation as to why. This was a Black Op and is most likely still functioning.

During our October cruise my buddy Jim C, who worked in the office, came to me and asked if I knew what happens to my "Dream sheets" I submit. (Explanation: Dream Sheet, a request for reassignment to another duty station. The normal tour on the Michelson was one year.) I said I have no idea. Jim said the CO and XO just throw them in the trash. I told Jim don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. As I mentioned in a prior post, I had friends at BUPERS. For this situation I needed to go far over the heads of the ships officers. My friend was the son of the Admiral who ran BUPERS.

I talked to my buddy Bernie, who just happened to be on our ship that month, and asked him to forward my request to his Father for a transfer to one of the ships operating in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea. He said: "No problem." At that moment I knew I would have my orders by November.

Our previous Officers devised a plan that would allow any crew member that had been onboard for 6 or more months to have a month off, called "basket leave." So when we went to sea in October I was confident I'd have my new orders by the time we entered port in November. I talked to the XO, mentioning to him that I had never had my month off. He asked me how long I had been aboard. I told him I had been aboard almost a year and a half. He said I could have the next month (November) off. I thanked him and mentioned my friend Roger P. who also had never had a month off. He said we could both have the month of November off.

Went down to the office and told my friend Jim S. to get Roger's and my orders ready for the upcoming basket leave. I also told him I'd probably have orders to one of the other ships when we arrived in port. He said No Problem. So now we're set for some decent R & R.

Don't remember the exact date we arrived in port, just know it was November 1965. Sure enough, my orders were there. Jim S. said the officers never look at the mail until at least the third day out. He said he would slip my orders into the middle of the mail pile. I thanked him and off Roger and I went for our well earned R & R. We went to an Army R & R base in Yokohama Japan. 24 x7 liberty, open chow hall 24 x 7 and private quarters. It was a month of almost shear joy. Eventually, as with all good things, an end must come.

We arrived back at the ship in the afternoon. I went down to the office to report in and to see Jim S. He told me what happened after they left port and had been out 3 days. He said he was going through the mail and when he came to my orders he announced "someone Got Orders." The XO asked who? Jim prtended to open the letter for the first time and announced; "Headley." The XO blurted out: "That SOB, we're not going to let him have them."

I told Jim I'd take care of it. I returned to the office about an hour or so later. The XO was there. I said: "Mr. P, I understand you're not going to let me have my orders." He responded "That's correct." I asked permission to speak to the CO. Mr. P said Ok but it won't do you any good. I thanked him and went to the CO's stateroom, knocked on his door. He said "Come in." I said to him: "I understand you're not going to let me have my orders." He said: "That's correct." I decided right then to show most all my cards. I responded: " You do know those orders came from someone a lot higher in the Navy than you'll ever be. If you don't let me have them, I will send him a telegram."

Fortunately, they knew who my friend was and who his Dad was. After a long pause Mr. C, looked at me and Said: "I'll make you a deal, you ride the two week sea trial and you can have your orders." I responded: "Do I have your word on it?" He responded " You have my word on it." This was his way of saving face. Fine by me, I WON!

I went back to the office and told Mr. P, the XO, that the CO said all I had to do was ride the two week sea trial and I could have my orders. The look on the XO's face was priceless; the color, what there was of it, drained out of his face, I could see he was pissed off and knew I had won the battle. They knew who my friend was and that if I had sent a telegram to the Admiral, they would have been in deep dodo. A LtCdr and/or a LT DO NOT contramand (old English) the orders of an Admiral.

The two week sea trial was uneventful. When we arrived back in port, my transfer orders were ready, I said my Good Byes and off I went to Tachikawa Air Force Base in Tachikawa, Japan. Spent several days there, private room, maid service and open chow hall. Finally my flight date arrived and off I went to the US. I had 47 days leave. It pays to have good friends in high places.

Not too long ago I dug out my military records. I took a look at my orders from the time I have just written about. My friend Jim S. had me off in limbo land for about a week. My orders gave my transfer date from the Michelson 5 days after the ship had gone to sea. Jim sure was good at his job. No one ever noticed, not even me until sometime last year. It was the best "Post dated" Check I ever received.

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« Reply #115 on: February 09, 2020, 07:04:32 PM »
Hi Folks,                09 February 2020

This post is related to the Police Academy I attended. There was a day during that training I felt enough rage I could have killed someone and not felt any remorse.

Before going off and hitting the "Report to Moderator" button, read what I have to say.

Police Academy October 2004

The training schedule called for one week of training on Family Violence and Child Abuse. The week was broken into several topics; the subject day was on "Child Abuse." If you have read any of my recent posts you will notice I did a lot of work with CPS. Preventing and stopping "Child Abuse" in all its forms, is close to my heart.

I recently wrote about a little 7 year old girl I went to visit with a CPS Officer. During the time I was writing that post I was crying the whole time, as I am starting to do now. I cannot read that post without crying, and I wrote it.

What I am going to share with you here is one of the worst cases I have ever witnessed. It happened to a child, a 6 MONTH old child. Let me begin the story.

This particular day was about child abuse; our instructor was a Lady from CPS. She explained some of the different forms of child abuse, all of which were disgusting at best. The particular case for the day was about a 6 month old Baby whose mother would take him to a day care center and drop him off each morning on her way to work. She would return in the late afternoon, pick him up and return home.

The day care center was in the home of the woman who ran it; she and her husband also  lived there. A short time after the lady started leaving her baby at this Day Care center, she began noticing the baby didn't seem right when she returned home; there was something wrong but she couldn't see anything indicating a problem.

The Baby's mother discussed the situation with the day care lady who told the mother she was there all day except for 45 minutes each day when she would leave to go to the POST Office. She also said her husband was there so there was never a time when the center was left unattended.

The mother asked if she could install a hidden nanny cam to video her child. The Day care lady objected saying there was no reason to do so because her husband was always there. The baby's mom persisted and the camera was installed.

The instructor then said she had a video she wanted to show us that some might find extremely disturbing. She then started the video.

The first thing we saw was a cute baby boy, 6 months old sitting up peacefully in a playpen. That went on for about a minute. All of a sudden we could see the door begin to slowly open.... then a person started to enter the room. All we could see of the person entering the room were a pair of shorts and legs.... hairy.... muscular legs. The door then slowly closed. Once the door was closed the legs started to advance towards the baby in the playpen.

Now the legs are at the playpen. The baby sees the person with the legs and reaches upwards. The baby extended his tiny little arms to the person standing there. All of a sudden.... the baby was grabbed by one arm and jerked out of the playpen. The person held the baby up by one of its arms and then started punching the Baby in the chest like it was a punching bag. Each time the baby swung back towards the abuser, he would punch the baby again. We could hear the loud thumps each time the baby was struck.

During the time the baby was being struck, it was crying loudly. After about five vicious blows to its chest, the abuser carried the baby by the one arm around to the side of the playpen out of camera range. Again.... the thumping of blows to that innocent little baby's chest resumed.... continuously, all the while hearing the thumps and the cries of the baby. I was filling with rage, I wanted to kill the B****** doing it... All I could do was sit there and watch an inhumane piece of trash torture an innocent child.

Finally the thumping stops.... then all of a sudden, the baby comes flying into the playpen head first, landing in the corner.... Now the baby is bawling and trying to right itself. Once it is sitting up we see the hairy legs return to the side of the playpen.

The adult male arms extend into the playpen; the large hairy hands grab the baby's head then they start to GOUGE the baby's eyes. That's where the instructor stopped the video and told us to take a break.

There wasn't a soul in that room that wasn't crying. I was the first to speak and said the following: "If that were my son, and I saw that video, that worthless piece of rubbish would never make it to a court because I would kill him and no Jury in this land that saw that video would convict me.

We took our break then returned to class. The instructor asked if we wanted to see the rest of the video. Not a single soul wanted to see any more.

The perp was arrested and sent to prison. I have forgotten the exact sentence he received; anything short of execution was too easy. I do know he is in a protected section of the penitentiary and does not mingle with the general population.

My answer to these types of people is quite simple, especially since the recidivism rate for these sickos is 100%. I would have a place where videos could be shown, where every Prisoner could come and watch. I would tie the child abuser to a chair and set him out front so every convict present could see him. I would tell the audience I will start the video and will not return until 15 minutes after the video ends. I also expect everyone to be in their assigned seats when I return.

One last thing, 85% of the convicts in prison are victims of child abuse. This is one reason child abusers are segregated from the general population; they hate child abusers and will kill them the first chance they get.

I have more shockers to write about. I just hope they do some good. Most folks have little clue about some of the tragic things that happen to the most vulnerable in our society.

God Bless You All.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #116 on: February 10, 2020, 01:13:31 AM »
Hi Again,                 10 February 2020

                                    On the other side

It was 2005, late fall, less than a month before Christmas. I was running Radar on US Hwy 377 North of Fort Worth, Texas. I was in my usual stealth spot waiting for some goof ball to come along at high speed. I didn't have to wait long. A car heading north was driving left of center, traveling 80+ mph. As he passed me I flipped on the lights and went after him. He stopped as soon as he could after seeing the lights.

I ran the plate and got back a code for expired license registration. I walked up to the car and asked for his driver license, Insurance and registration; there was a possibility he may have registered the plate earlier in the day and it had yet to be entered into the system.

I went back to my car and radioed in his Driver License, which was expired. I got back a code for arrest warrants, three to be exact. I now had speeding, driving left of center, expired registration, expired Driver License, No Insurance, and three arrest warrants. Now my hands were tied.

A cop has a lot of discretionary power; in this case my discretion was limited. The driver was 18 years old and I had no choice but to arrest him and take him to jail. I also had to have his car towed and impounded. Doing all this took a bit of time I really didn't want to spend. First off I didn't like having to arrest anyone; I liked chasing speeders.

Got the tow truck there and had his vehicle towed and impounded. I cuffed the young man, put him in my car and drove him the 10 or so miles to the county lock-up. On the way I talked to him to try and get a feel for why he had outstanding warrants. As I continued talking and asking him questions, it became evident he was quite immature for an 18 year old. I figured his age of maturation as about 14 and I was taking him to an adult jail.

We made it to the lockup in Denton Texas. Took him inside and did all the preliminary stuff like a more thorough search to satisfy the jail guards. Took him to booking and did all the rest of the necessary stuff.

I knew most of the jailers fairly well and asked them to keep an eye on him to make sure no one tried anything funny; after all, he was just a young kid. I had been one myself a few years back and didn't like the idea of leaving him there. There was nothing I could do; as I said, my hands were tied.

After I got him taken care of, I went back and ran traffic for another hour. As I headed home I thought about that kid I put in jail, a 14 year old in an adult jail with the dregs of society. I got home, talked with my dad for awhile then went to bed.

That was one of the worst nights I had had in a long while. I could not get to sleep. I kept worrying and thinking of that CHILD I had placed in jail. I couldn't sleep, all I could do was think of that kid, locked in a jail cell and frightened.

When daylight came I ate a quick breakfast and headed to the lockup. Being a cop I had numerous privileges a civilian doesn't. I asked for a conference room and asked them to bring him to me, I wanted to see if a night spent in jail had a positive or negative affect on him.

When he got to the conference room I asked him a few questions; How did they treat you last night? "Terrible." Did the guards mistreat you? "No they were fine." Who mistreated you? "The prisoners." Would you like to stay here until your fines are paid off? "No. I want to go home." Truthfully, so did I; I did not like the place. I asked the guard to come in and watch the prisoner while I looked into what all the warrants were about.

I found he had three outstanding traffic tickets and warrants for failure to appear for court dates. He owed a bit over $850.00. I went back and talked to the young man for a bit more. I wanted to see if he understood the ramifications of how he had mishandled his situation early on. I felt he was finally getting the picture.

I called the guard in again and asked him to take care of the kid and that I'd be right back. I went to the closest branch bank where I had my account and withdrew $850.00+ dollars and paid the kids fines and got him a release. Got him out of there and drove him home, we had a long talk on the way to his brother's apartment, which is where he lived.

We were only a few weeks away from Christmas. Had I left him in jail so he could work off the fines, he would have spent Christmas and New Year's there. The last thing I told him was this was an early Christmas present. All I want you to do is stay out of trouble, get an education and make something of yourself. Merry Christmas!!

Off I went heading home. I felt it was worth it. It was just a partial repayment for all the help I had received along the way to where I was. If it did some good, it was well worth it. I did use my discretion and didn't sight him for the violations I stopped him for. Enough was enough. I have often wondered how things worked out for him. I hope well. I won't know until I get to The Highway in the Sky.

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« Reply #117 on: February 10, 2020, 05:21:50 AM »
Hi Folks,               10 February 2020

I think we all have a moral code. I'm sure mine will differ from most; I have traveled a much more varied path than most.... for better or worse.

We also have a legal code called laws. Most of the time my moral code and our legal code are in sync.

What should one do when their moral code says one thing and the law says something else or nothing at all? Which should we follow? Does our moral code trump the law or vice versa?

When I was a cop I had to enforce laws I didn't agree with or I thought were stupid; some only existed to enhance revenue. But, I had to enforce them even though I didn't agree with them.

There's an old saying: "Let your conscience be your guide." Does that still ring true?

What about our religious beliefs if they are in conflict with the law; which do we follow?

I'd like a few opinions on this.



More stuff coming from my Military and Law Enforcement days. Some funny, some heart warming and some heart breaking. Everything I write is true; it really happened. I don't write much about my opinion; opinions are like bums, everyone has one.

I think from my writings one should be able to discern my opinion on a lot of things. I don't post much on other folks threads unless I have something worthwhile or constructive to say.

Thanks in advance for answering my questions.

Best Always, Love

Christine
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« Reply #118 on: February 13, 2020, 10:58:38 AM »
Hi Folks,               13 February 2020

In my article about the baby, I forgot to mention one important item. I asked the instructor if the mother ever noticed any marks on the baby. She said no, there weren't any. I cannot imagine how that was possible after seeing what that baby went through. Guess we'll never know.

I don't remember when the actual abuse started. Our class was in 2004, 16 years ago. I would assume that the video was several years old when we saw it. My guess is the child is now an adult; I just hope there wasn't any lasting damage mentally or physically.

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« Reply #119 on: February 13, 2020, 08:04:24 PM »
Hi Folks,                13 February 2020

Some on the Katie & Linde Show don't like the fact that I post about some of the horrible things people do. I also post about and some of the good things they do as well. The real world is full of right good people, but, it has more than its share of rotten ones.

I have seen a lot of good and more bad than I could have imagined prior to becoming a cop; I got to see mostly the bad side humanity has to offer. One of the problems most folks don't realize is the prevalence of "Child Abuse" in this world and how it affects the child early on and when it becomes an adult.

Here is a link to some of the gruesome statistics of Child Abuse:

     https://americanspcc.org/child-abuse-statistics/

This is only the tip of the iceberg and is one of the reasons I write about it. I know first hand what it's like to be physically and mentally abused.... by my parents and some of my teachers when I was in Catholic school (grades 1-8) and one year of Catholic High School.

I hope no one thinks I enjoy writing about this subject, because I don't. My article today is a story that touched me personally and deeply; ultimately left me with a guilt feeling that I have yet to overcome, and hope I never will.

If you are troubled by reading the harsh realities of life, please STOP here and leave this thread. This article is not intended to offend; it's purpose is to inform and help prevent abuse in all areas of life.

The date this event occurred was about 1988, give or take a year, at an Air Show at Carswell Air Force Base in Fort Worth Texas. A buddy of mine and I usually went to this annual event. We both served in the military, he in the Air Force and I in the Navy.

On this particular day it was nice, warm and sunny with a sky filled with blue.... and lots of jets roaring overhead. We had been wandering around looking at the static aircraft displays. It was warm enough for refreshments and a jane break. We got to the refreshment stand, used the jane and john, got our refreshments and started back from whence we came.

Heading towards us were a woman and a small boy about 4 or 5. The child was walking ahead of the woman and doing what boys and men of all ages do; kicking a stone down the beaten path. The woman started screaming at the little boy, getting right into his face, belittling him and threatening him. She kept it up until he was cowering and crying in abject fear. She kept threatening to beat him when they got home.

I decided to intervene and stop the verbal abuse by this woman. When I got to where she and the child were, I got a good look at this woman's face; it was the epitome of evil and hate. I had never seen anything so ugly in all my life and I have yet to see anything worse since that date. The ugly evilness was the embodiment of Satan. Her face was permanently etched into my memory.

I lit into her verbally and got her to stop tormenting the child. As she and the child walked away, people from the crowd that had gathered came up and thanked me for intervening. That was OK but I still felt empty. What I didn't realize at that time was that I should have looked for a police officer and had him question and ID the evil woman. This was before I was a cop and before the State passed a law requiring anyone with knowledge of child abuse to report it to the Authorities.

About a year or so after that incident I picked up the local news paper and what did I see on page one? That ugly nasty evil spawn of satan. One of her children had been found chained in a closet for most of his life. When the authorities came to investigate, the child was dead from neglect, starvation and every evil thing you can think of.

When I saw her face and read the news article I felt sick and responsible for this tragedy; had I notified a cop while there at the air show, there would have been a good chance the children would have been rescued and the child that died wouldn't have. The surviving children were placed in foster care. The evil parents got life sentences. I would have given them the Death Penalty and I would have volunteered to throw the switch.

This Is one of the incidents in my life that is a part of my private Hell. I cannot undo it nor erase it; it happened and I failed those children. I promised myself I'd never let that happen again.

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Christine
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