Does anyone remember the game Oregon Trail? Back in Grade 5 for me. “You have died of dysentery.”
Yeah, well, I didn’t die. I’ve had a nasty nasty nasty time
for the past 9 days. Figuring out what was wrong/growing inside my body. Is it the stomach flu? No. Is it…. Food poisoning? Well, yes AND no. It’s called Campylobacteriosis and it’s from food. Or maybe you put your mouth on someone’s dirty anus as well (which I did not).
Like Bill Clinton said “I did NOT have sexual relations with that woman.” I can’t say that I didn’t eat dirty food. I don’t wash my vegetables or my fruit, ever. I thought that I’d be safer that way and build up that weak immune system of mine! I also ate ground beef 3 days in a row and the day I got sick I ate a burger. It could have been from a salad too. You just never know. So that’s what I have. It’s not a pretty time. Every time I hear the word ‘campylobacteria’ I want to camp inside a test tube full of dirty!
So, my friends (and foes), I have a new theme coming soon. I think this blog will turn into something that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. I’m going to write food reviews. I’m also going to review things in life. It will be like I’ve never changed. It’s had no method of it’s madness at all, and I think 2011 is the time for it.
Well, I hope that 2o11 will be a new year full of things to come. I’m going to continue to write my book (and we’ll see if anyone wants to publish it too. But I’ll be writing it for a couple years). I’m going to pay off all my debt (it’s been a black cloud in my life). My life will continue with the love of my life, and it will be magical! I cannot wait.
I will end this blog post with a big picture of my face, because you are worth it.
Love and Lamps,
My Mom sent me an email this morning. She lives in pain everyday, but we don’t discuss the core of what’s going on all the time. She has Fibromyalgia, as well
as a spinal deformity.
This morning she handed me some statistics which are frightening and also very revealing (to me).
I’ve been living with a lot of pain the past 2.5 years. In November 2008 my blood was tested for having a high amount of inflammation. They diagnosed me with ‘Reactive Arthritis‘ (and no my feet don’t look like that, yikes!) I have what I call flare ups that would come every few months or so. Well in the past 6 months I’ve been having pain every day.
In October of this year, we went on vacation to where they have some water slides.. I immediately hit the side of the waterslide on my shoulder.. and saw my Dr. when I got back home. Trapezius injury he says. Funny, that.
So to the point, email from my Mom this morning:
I was 28 years old when I left your father, you were 28 when you left your husband. I left him in May, you left your husband in May. I am now with a man 11 years older than me, you are now with a man 11 years older than you.
I was also 31 when I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. You are now 31 years old. I forgot to tell you and its very interesting, that I started in Seattle and lifted a big box and injured my trapezius from neck to shoulder….and it spread and the pain never went away, and from there is where the search began why this was happening to me.
Could I finally have an answer to the phantom pain? Or could it all be a dream? Stay tuned…
There’s been a lot of talk about death in our house lately. Mostly because of the fact that Darcy is getting older, and we’re 11 years apart in age.
Last night I was talking about my Granny, who is in Assisted Living, who will have to be in Residential Care soon and the tears started flowing. My Granny took care of me & my brother Milan. All throughout the years she did so much for us. She lives daily with dementia/alzheimer’s that gets worse with time. She’s not the same person I used to know or talk to. Infact, you can’t really talk to her anymore as she’s lost her ability to speak english.. So we can just laugh and sit with her and be okay with it.
I don’t visit her enough. It’s selfish of me, and sometimes painful because she’s not the Granny I used to know. I need to get over myself and just open my heart more and accept that she won’t ever be the same. It’s tough, when I look in her eyes it’s different. I love her so much and I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life, but knowing that one day she won’t be here. Or my Mom. Or Darcy. Or my Aunt. Or Myself.
Some people are comfortable with death. I’m not (yet). I’ve never experienced anyone so close to me such as family other than my Grandpa, die. I’ve had friends die, and my friends friends die, but..
Death, does it scare you? Are you okay with it? I can safely say that I’m not. I hope one day
I will be. I know that people die, it’s a fact of life, but it’s hard for me to accept. I can’t even fathom my kitty dying!