Part Nine: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One, Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, and Part Eight.

On March 17th, 2025, I was noticeably not feeling well but didn't know how bad it was about to get. I went out for a nice, leisurely walk that day (I was about 15 days post-op). I was following the new lifestyle and nutrition routine I had planned for myself in advance of the surgery. 

And, of course, the messages from Kyle continued. (Again, only sharing the most disturbing messages, as there are too many to share.)

May 18th, 2025, arrives, bringing serious developments. But first, the messages from Kyle:

Back to emailing me from multiple accounts again:

Starting to shift out of the 'praise phase' now...

I'd had enough of dealing with the Kyle nonsense that was going on in the background, especially when I had much bigger fish to fry taking place in the foreground—such as my very grave health concerns. But now we have finally caught up to the point in the timeline where I had sent him the cease-and-desist notice. This was the last time I contacted him directly:

Here's what was going on in the foreground (still May 18th):

A text exchange between myself and a friend who lives in the building:

Current temperature:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 18, 2025 at 6:35 PM

May 19th, 2025:

I went through HELL last night. I'm going to the doctor today. Hopefully, I won't have to be admitted to the hospital. But my fever got really bad at 5am, and woke me up. The achiness and chills were so bad that I started to have a seizure. I don't know how I made it to the kitchen, but I did...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 19, 2025 at 8:28 AM

...my arms were flapping around uncontrollably from the tremors. I could barely get the medicine bottles open and was knocking things down and spilling the pills all over the counter. But I managed to take some fever reduces, pulled on a fleece robe (because I was freezing), & crawled back into bed

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 19, 2025 at 8:28 AM

I was really out of it. Delirium.

I ended up being extremely sick with a kidney infection in my right kidney, which was on the same side as the ovary I had recently removed. Infections like these are pretty common after the type of procedures I underwent but are also quite dangerous. In my next post, I'll explore the symbolism of this further and explain how it connected with the other experiences I was going through.

Walking into the hospital:

At the hospital with a kidney infection. Glad I went in!

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 19, 2025 at 2:56 PM

The friend I was texting came to the hospital to sit with me and then helped me back home when I was discharged. I might as well have been drunk; I was stumbling and barely able to walk. So, it's a good thing they came to my aid.

While I was in the ER, I was getting email notifications:

He big mad:

Later that night, after being babysat by my friend for a few hours, they sent me this:

It ended up being okay and it completely missed us (the roof was blown off of our building, for the second or third time that season, just days prior). But it was an effort to get dressed and be storm prepared. Too many whirlwinds of change, too much 'all at once.' It felt like I was waking up to endless chaos, one way or another, every single day. And my poor body has been barely hanging on ever since. Surgical menopause (in a diseased body) is no joke.

...To be continued!