Vital Signs and Updates

A whole list of projects have been accomplished just in time to head out to my spring hike which is prior to checking into my perfect job.


First off, a physical and blood work was done to assure my new employer, Maine Appalachian Trail Club, that I am in excellent health and able to accomplish my range of tasks. The blood work tested potassium, kidney function, and more, plus delivered four numbers dealing with Cholesterol. In order to truly understand what those number meant I used the Cholesterol LDL-HDL Ratio Calculator .

This allows you to get the ratio of good to bad blood fats, and see if your triglycerides are normal. Once I plugged all them in, I got instant feedback, resulting in Ideal for my profile.


My blood pressure, body fat, pulse, strength was all approved and in great shape! So, Maine here I come.


Also, I finished book five of the River Survival Series, entitled, Delivered.
Over the last months I have edited and reformatted all of my books, including fiction and non fiction so they are available for print on demand and have appropriate chapter breaks for the digital readers.


Books at Amazon
Create space


I'll try to get the cover posted here, but our low bandwidth makes it difficult. Maybe in the morning!
Over the course of my writing career, I've learned many things. With the fictional TEOTWAWKI  The River Survival Series, it seems a whole other world has been created, so real, I actually miss the characters when I'm not writing about them. Some women knit, I write. Its a hobby and a passion.
The non fictional cookbooks and backpacking books allow me to share things I've learned along the way. Its my hope others can benefit from these works.


I've also learned that the best way to buy Greyhound bus tickets is to go to the nearest station and pay for them and have them print them out right there while you wait. I'm here near Livingston, but bought tickets for New Mexico.


Greyhound Bus Lines
Happy trails. A favorite saying of mine, "If you're not living life on the edge, you're taking up too much room."

Grasping At Straws

I am sorry for the lengthy intervals between postings here at the female survivalist. Presently I am going through one of the hardest battles of my life. The many doctors can't seem to find out what is wrong, why my body seems to have deserted me.

I have learned so much going through this painful process, among them that a person without health insurance will lose everything they have worked for, saved and scrimped their entire lives just to make it to retirement.

Medicaid or medicare, (I get them mixed up),  for adults requires total poverty. Anyone my age, having worked hard all their lives and has lived a minimalist lifestyle, is usually not poor enough to qualify. Then, insurance premiums are sky high, especially for those of us who work in the Food and Beverage industry.

Why am I writing this post now? Just a heads up to all of you without any health insurance in place. My oldest daughter has proven to be my angel, my other children as well, offering all kinds of assistance if I simply call.

Its so strange to be in this kind of situation having been healthy as a horse all my life, installing wood stoves myself, panning for gold, doing crazy bushwhacks, hiking thousands of miles alone, living out of a back pack, enjoying adventures of the wilderness kind. When I get well, I will be working in Yellowstone.

Stuff happens. No one is immune. My arsenal of pain killers, all lined up neatly, sits on the desk in my rented motel room, with a dosing chart. We learn to live one day at a time. That's a great lesson too.

OK, so the good news. We never give up hope. The body wants to be well. It wants so bad to get back to work, to play and to be of service to others. I am living in Livingston, Montana under the care of some skilled physicians. They say they will solve this, and I will be well again.

If you could send good thoughts my way, pray, whatever strings you can pull or contact God, please do so. Some have suggested I offended God in some way and hence I suffer so He can get my attention. I'm listening. I repent here and now for any offense. I don't know or understand the Powers that Be. I don't think we poor little mortals can understand the being that created universes so magnificent, yet designed the tiny amoeba.

At this point I am willing to do anything.