Correction health WAS doing really well, got walking pneumonia

Z -pack and some steroids and I'm on my way

Life is good kids, I'm trudging through it,

But there is a certain someone out there

(red suit, Biforcated tail, pitchfork)

that just wants to kick me when I'm down

Despite his best efforts to convince me

I am not...

the bad guy

going to quit

hard hearted

the problem

alone

helpless

hopeless

unhappy

angry

ON HIS TEAM

(which I think makes him the most angry)

But most of all

I am not

going to stop fighting the good fight

I will continue on with...

good days and bad days

prayers

tears

friends

smiles

hard work

fruits of my labor

hope for the future

the home team on my side!

Go Fight Win!

Who's with me!

Let me introduce you to Cepacol.

This is throat drop Voodoo.

VooDoo: something that is way better

for no explainable reason.

For example, anything Dyson, ridiculously amazingly

good vacuum. There is no reason why it is so much

better than every other vacuum on the planet.

It just is and it's just amazing.

Anything Cafe Rio.

Their salads, tacos and burritos.

Ridiculously good!

Just a few examples of a few things voodoo.

Back to the point at hand

I'm drowning in snot, and I can't take anything

over the counter due to Ricardo being the only

guy left fighting the good fight.

Dayquil is apparently a no-no for me and Ricardo.

Who knew.

And my throat hurts like something fierce.

(hence the cepacol)

Three of a Kind

Three of these things belong together...

Three of these things have something the same...

Anyone ?? Anyone ??

(Bueller style)

Well let me enlighten you all.

All three are getting HOSED!

So... I'm getting back into the swing of things these days

and I feel a bit betrayed by my silly body.

I know it tries its very hardest.

And I am so very grateful and things are

REALLY getting better.

But Still.

I'm moderately overwhelmed

(which is fine)

But sometimes I think about what life would be like

if...

I had all my faculties about me as I go about daily life.

What school would be like,

What work would be like,

What sleep, finances and relationships would be like

If me, myself, and I

were all on THE SAME TEAM.

This isn't whining

This is mere speculation.

(don't confuse the two).

I will rise above...

but it's just so exhausting

I would rather stay on that ledge above

than keep climbing the tricky mud slide.

(ok that was whining)

I love those pictures.

The pretty princess with her glimmering crown

hoping to draw attention away from her

4 fingered gloves.

I love the beautiful vintage BWM

that has been SKEWERED out of convenience.

I love the civil servant being hoisted high

in the name of service and rescue

To have his efforts literally splash him in the face

by the very tool that is supposed to be his weapon

of defense.

Allegory people.

I will spell it out. I feel overwhelmed.

(not doomed mind you)

By school

by work

by relationships

by health

by finances

by time

by life...

I feel limited.

My people,

Tell me I can do it.

Twisted Fatties and Hands of Healing

Epiploic Appendagitis: is an infected or twisted small outpouchings of fat-filled, serosa-covered structures present on the external surface of the colon projecting into the peritoneal cavity.

So what that all means is... I apparently have fat that hangs off my intestines,

and some how I have managed to twist it and make it very very angry.

Who knew.

So last week I went into instacare with some pretty serious lower right quadrant pain (low right tummy pain)the people there thought it was my appendix, and I kind of agreed. They drew some blood to see if I was fighting an infection. The tests came back and I was not in fact fighting an infection but rather my hematocrit was crashing. Now I have known for a bit that I don't have enough blood but we thought that things were improving and on the up and up. But the blood labs they drew showed that I was much much worse and was possibly bleeding internally and that the pain I was feeling was possibly a perforated bowl. Either way I needed to go to the ER very quickly to have tests done and to recieve blood.

A very shakey mommy and cool as a cucumber David came and picked me up at the instacare and drove me to the hospital. We arrived at the hospital fully expecting some kind of emergency surgery and a few units of blood. When we arrived I waited for a room for a few minutes and immediately noticed a beautiful black baby boy with a hospital bracelet on being held by his beautiful white parents. I knew this angel must have been adopted. I wheeled myself over to the little guy and smiled and whispered hi. This little sweetie took his binky out of his mouth, smiled and reached for me. My worried heart was instantly calmed. I felt a peace and knew everything was going to be ok, no matter what happened. I thought of little T. who would be turning 2 in just a few hours.

(I feel very privileged to have been chosen by a special special spirit (T.) to be his physical way to this world and to his family. I have felt as if he is kind of my little own guardian angel. From time to time in my life when things have been hard I often dream about him and wake up feeling ok. That things will be ok. That I'm not alone. And to have something so new from heaven in my dreams and on my mind often prompts me to refocus and pull myself up by my boot straps, reaching his hand out to help me along the way. This little angel is also of the beautiful chocolate complexion.)

I was taken back to the room and given medication to keep me from vomiting anymore and to help with the pain. The Dr's drew blood to test my blood again and to get a match to give me some blood. This is one of the scariest ER visits I have ever had. And if you know my history that says alot. There was alot of pain and alot of scary things going on. My chest felt like it was being sat on by an elephant and my pulse was struggling to stay above 35 beats a minute. I was not doing well and it was obvious that things were not getting better. My amazing mother stood at the end of my bed and held my feet and cried and prayed the whole time. She is my rock and prayed out aloud as I thrashed about the bed in pain.

The Dr's wanted me to get a CT scan before they took me into surgery, before I left I asked my mommy to get David and any random person they could find to give me a priesthood blessing of healing. Earlier in the week I felt prompted to get one, but those plans fell through and I felt silly seeing that I felt fine. My dear stepfather approached a gentleman in the waiting room wearing a BYU (go utes) sweatshirt and asked if he participate in giving me a blessing. Thank you David all you worthy and willing priesthood holders out there that are in the right place at the right time to be an amazing answer to prayers. It was a beautiful blessing and I was told that if I chose to be healed that I would. So I chose to be healed.

They whisked me away for my CT scan and then they came back with the results. My pain was fading and I felt peace. My arrogant punk of a Dr. came back and said that my hematocrit(amount of red blood) was 7 points higher than it was at instacare. Let it be known that is absolutely impossible. The only way that could have happened was if I had recieved a transfusion, which I didn't. And then go proceeds to tell me that the CT picked up something called Epiploic Appendagitis. Something that he had never seen or anyone else in the ER for that matter. But that I would not need surgery just some antibiotics and bed rest. We kindly thanked the hoser of a Dr. for the positive news and amazing results and as he left he said you created this miracle I didn't.

A miracle occured that night...

I was preserved.

I have felt heavenly father in my life countless times. I feel very close to him and know that he is always aware of me and my needs. But this was different. It feels like there is a struggle over my mortal body, I felt and feel abosolutely that Heavenly Father is working over time to keep me here. It's amazing when we are doing what he wants he works even harder than we are to keep us on that path. I feel truly blessed.

Oh Ricardo The Brave

Everyone this is Ricardo The Brave, Ricardo this is everyone. ( I don't even know if anyone even reads this blog but I digress) This is Ricardo The Brave he is very special to me. He represents all of the filtering power that exists in my body. I have been battling with kidney issues for a while and in February we said farewell to Ricardo's brother Guissepe The Weak. He went up to that box in heaven that is holding the rest of my organs that have made an early departure. It has been Mutiny on the Ship O Myra for a while now and Guissepe is just the most recent to join the club. Back to the point. I went to hottie Dr. Johnson today and got a clean bill of health. Ricardo is doing great. I can grow people(if I ever decide to do that craziness again), I can get a job, I can run a marathon, I can go to school, I can drink myself moderately silly with Diet Coke. We will check on him every year and see how he is doing. And I will still need to moderate my fluid intake everyday. But I have been given Healthy Person Status. I am a Healthy Person that only has one kidney!!! Which is much better than sick person that requires maintenance. Ladies and gentleman I have arrived. I would like to send a shout out to all my functioning organs that think the party aboard Ship O Myra is just the best thing since sliced bread. And I would formally like to stick my tongue out at those organs that think they are too cool. You know who you are(thyroid, galbladder, kidney) Peace Out Word Up Go Fight Win!