I don't really have a title for this so. . .

ummm yeah. On Friday of last week the stupid spastisity thing from last spring came back. I've been taking medicine for it since May. But it stopped working. That's bad in case nobody could tell;) So I went about my day with the nice feeling of a dead weight being pressed on my left side all of last Friday. Then on Saturday on my way to Shopko to get refills of Keppra & Baclofen, it happened again. Since then it's kind of a 24/7 thing. I told my mom Saturday and we talked about my options. First off, I don't like any of them. And the options are . . . drop one or more classes this quarter, take next quarter off, take this quarter off. And the winner is. . . drum roll please. . . drop one class this quarter! (cheering) All kidding aside, this totally sucks! I wanted more than anything to be done with YVC by the end of spring quarter. Now I'll be lucky if I'm done by the time summer quarter's over. The reason for all this is because last May my doctor said if this medicine didn't work the best next option would be for me to be stuck in a room for 2-5 days while they monitor my brain activity to see what's actually causing this. It also sucks because now I get to play a rousing game of phone tag with Dr. Vlcek's secretary and evenually get to go to Seattle to see him. (The testing would be at a different date/time after he sees me.) Another option is that he'll put me back on Tegretol which causes ostioprosis in women. So Saturday I was majoring pissed at God. I got over it during the service at church on Sunday. How ironic;) Right about now I wish I could see the reasoning behind his plan. That'd sure be swell. On the upside, the class I dropped had a boy in it that likes me. Don't like him. Enough said. There's always an upside;) So today I told my boss somewhere in the future I'm going to need some time off to go to Seattle and that works out great 'cause she's in the final process of hiring a new daycare attendant that could take my hours. Anyways, prayer would be nice. I was REALLY upset Saturday. All I want is a normal life. I guess I can give it up if God has something better planned :)
PS-if anyone is a little lost about last May and junk go read my post from May 21, 2005 called A History on Me.

Shock

I just got off the phone with Molly Morano. She called to tell me there's a really good chance she might have brain cancer. She goes in for a CAT scan next week which is just to be extra sure. The doctor has already told her about the different treatments she'll be going through. Now I feel bad for always saying and thinking the worst about her. She may be annoying most of the time, but she already had enough medical and family problems. I told her God has a plan. God never gives you more than you can handle is what I should have told her. Anyway, I'm asking for prayer for her. (For those that might not know Molly has been trying to be just like me for the last two years 'cause apparently my life is easier/better than hers. Who knew?)

Hey Anna . . .

This morning I was on my way out of the house to go buy books for class when the phone rang. It was Darren who's an Army recruiter. He asked me to come on down and have an appointment with him to talk over my options with the army. Riiiight. I told him I was NOT interested in being in the army in any way, shape or form. I nicely mentioned that popularity for joining is down 'cause ummmm . . . lets see here. . . how 'bout 'cause there's a war going on?! And he went on to tell me that the media plays it up and makes it worse than it really is. I bit my tongue to stop from pointing out that dead body counts don't lie. It's not like the reporters count the bodies. So he gave me his number to give to all my friends that might want to join up . . . anybody care to take me up on the offer? And then he wished me luck in college and said goodbye. Two seconds later, the phone rang again. Guess who it was? Darren calling to speak to Valerie. After I told him that Val has no interest in joining the army either, he told me to wish her luck and then he asked who was speaking. So he then realized he'd called the same house when I told him Val is my older twin sister. So then I went to school to buy books, find where my speech class is going to be and check to make sure they recieved my transcript from UW. Actually the books didn't cost too much. I got five books for a little over a hundred bucks.
On a different subject, does anyone else think Josh should get a blog? He says computers hate him, but they hate me too. Maybe someone who actually sees him could talk him into it-hint hint Anna, Bonnie.

The Joys of Working with Kids

Yesterday I got to work just in time to help get lunch ready. After lunch I took two year old Devin to go potty before naptime. (We're working on potty trainning him.) Anyway, as he was going potty, he informed me that boys are different than girls. He didn't go into much detail, but I had to bit my lip to keep from laughing! Of course he was being very serious just in case I didn't know that boys are different than girls. I almost told his mom, but I bet he's already told her.