I’m a real adult!

I was like a *gasp* real adult today!!

I went to a doctor’s appointment, (Which kind of sucked, but that’s a story for another time) and then, thanks to a generous friend, I ate lunch at The Table for the first time in, probably, four months. I was going to stay longer to write, but I was so stinking worn out, I had J bring me home.

(On a side note, and this is probably TMI, the reason I was so worn out: I had to go to the *a-hem* ladies room while I was there. There’s a reason I always wear leggings [they fit, I can get them up and down easy enough, and the texture doesn’t hurt my sensitive leg]. I had chosen, this particular day, of all days, to wear jeans … because I was adulting. I spent 10 minutes in this restaurant bathroom, with a line of ladies waiting outside,trying to get my jeans buttoned and zipped. My hands wouldn’t work. I had to walk out into the cafe, and get J to come help me. Talk about real life.)

Pretty day and pretty bush outside my back door.

Tonight, we did the most adultiest thing of all … we had dinner at our friends’ house. *gasp* And then we … wait for it … played games!! I know! I’m like a real adult, with real adult friends!!! 

The last game involved the kids:

Ha-ha!!

Pie face!!

 

Fun times were had by all (I hope), and we will definitely (I hope) do it again!! I would invite them here, but 10 people stuffed into a two- bedroom, one-bathroom duplex might be a bit much.

How did y’all adult today?? Keep it PG, this is a family page. πŸ™‚

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Coming Down

I was sure I was dying.

For the last two weeks I have had intense headaches. I have had intense fatigue. I have had increased weakness in my legs, and uncontrollable shaking of my extremities. 

I have had to rotate ibuprofen and acetaminophen every two hours to try to stave off the headaches. I have been scared, because, as I’ve said before, 3 months of solid headaches is what started this. My doctor suggested caffeine, so I have been drinking coffee. My doctor also recommended staying hydrated, so I’ve had enough water to float away. 

My water. I have about a million of these a day. Okay, maybe not quite that much.

I’ve not had chronic fatigue like this EVER. If I open a book to read, I will fall asleep. If I open Facebook for work or play, I will fall asleep. If I try to watch TV, I will fall asleep. I can’t really leave the house, because the fatigue factor is a huge issue right now.

So tired. Always.

I have noticed, over the last two weeks, I am very unsteady and weak on my feet. I have almost fallen over more times than I care to count. I need help just getting to the bathroom (Just keeping it real, y’all.).

I have told J many times, “Look at my legs/arms. They are vibrating uncontrollably.” They don’t just shake, they vibrate from within. The more effort I put forth, the worse the vibrating becomes.

I just knew I was, at the very least, starting to have another stroke.

Then, I did what I suggest NEVER doing. I GOOGLED “Symptoms of Prednisone Withdrawal.” 

This time it ended up being a good thing. It’s important to note that two weeks ago (right about the time all this started) they started to taper my Prednisone rather quickly. Keep in mind, I’d been on high doses of this “miracle” drug for six months. My body has become dependent on it.

Here is what Google schooled me on Prednisone withdrawal:

I may experience the following symptoms for up to, and sometimes beyond, a year.

  • Abdominal pain (check!)
  • Anxiety (check!!)
  • Body aches (check!)
  • Decreased appetite (slightly)
  • Depression (check!)
  • Diarrhea (no, thank God!)
  • Dizziness (check!)
  • Fatigue (check, check, check!)
  • Fever (I don’t think so?)
  • Headaches (CHECK!)
  • HPA Changes (no idea)
  • Joint pain (check)
  • Low blood pressure (??)
  • Low blood sugar (??)
  • Mood swings (ask J 😊)
  • Muscle soreness (slight)
  • Nausea (at times)
  • Shaking (vibrating!!)
  • Skin rash (nope)
  • Suicidal thoughts (nope)
  • Vomiting (don’t jinx me!)
  • Weakness (check!!)
  • Weight loss (I wish!)

So, the good news is: I’m not dying or stroking. The bad news: I was on a very high dose for six months, so I’m going to feel like death for awhile.

So, that’s where I am. I’m still headed in a positive direction. I’m over here doing hard things, and beating this!!

Okay, now I’m going back to sleep.

Today

Among the most insignificant things that happened today, I had OT. We made the 2 hour trek, and I saw a new therapist. Nothing big.

While that was going on, our country was, literally, changing over the course of the morning. One family, loved by many, hated by some, was leaving the most famous house in America. Another family, hated by many, loved by some, was taking up residence in this same house.


As I saw bits and pieces of the coverage, I had mixed emotions. The presidency of the U.S.A. is about as close as we get to royalty here in America. I respected the process demonstrated today. I found the tradition beautiful, and it was interesting to see history unfold right before my eyes.


I was dismayed, however, at some of the actions and words of people I call brothers and sisters of this country. 


Agree or disagree with the choices made by the election process of this country, it is done. Spewing hate, insults, and threats will not change a thing.


We must go forward from here.

We must come together, across party lines, and work together to make this country the great place I know it can be; the country that nations used to look to as great.


If we stop the hate, move forward with positivity, and support of our neighbors, it will only produce a stronger, more unified front. We can be a country built on love and strength, instead of hatred and fractures lines.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter which side of the fence you are on. It doesn’t matter what royalty figure has taken the powerful seat in the White House. Change, love, strength, positivity … even acting like the adults we are … it starts with us.

Be that love. Pay that love forward. Show the world we are still a united, great country.

The Highs and Lows

A lot of you have been following my Facebook site, so some of this may be old news to you. I have had a week and a half of highs and lows.

On Thursday, I had my rheumatology appointment. I always dread this appointment, because the doctor has such a “poker face.” He always seems so negative, because I can’t read him. I have even told him this on occasion  (which, ironically, makes him smile). He is also the realist to my neurologist’s optimism. He is in charge of what happens with my chemo and my medication, though he has to run it by my neurologist, and they have to agree on treatment. Ultimately, however, he decides what happens to me. So, I dread going. Every. Time. He always either extends my chemo or ups my Prednisone, and he gives me zero hope for my future.

BUT, this week was different!! I had gone through another diagnostic lumbar puncture, which I wrote about in one of my previous posts. The doctor actually SMILED as he gave me the results!! The inflammation in my brain had gone down, my white blood cells (infection) were almost non-existent, and my CNS glucose levels were normal. For those not understanding … this is GREAT news!!

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Can I get an AMEN!

My chemo, which was either going to be six or twelve months, depending on results, is only going to be SIX months!! That means I have only ONE MORE TREATMENT!! The  BEST news is they are going to taper my Prednisone!! Hopefully this means I will feel better, and more importantly, the weight will start to come off!

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Makes me laugh every time. So true!!

The doctor was actually half smiling as he assessed me. He said, as long as I work hard on my PT exercises and OT treatments, my stroke symptoms should improve exponentially. He is not sure I’ll be 100%, but he is confident my walking, writing, and basic life will improve!! Y’all … I left there smiling for the first time ever!!

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Dad and I leaving rheumatology. It was a good day!!


The next day, I had to go back to Duke for OT. I was dreading this appointment, because it is so dang far of a  drive. It’s two hours each way (by the time you add in parking, walking in/out, and checking in/out), and all I ever do is get frustrated when my hands don’t work correctly. THIS WEEK, however, we worked on a driving simulation. WHAT?!? I didn’t even think this was an option for me, since I have trouble walking. The good news … I HAVE BEEN CLEARED FOR SHORT-DISTANCE, SUPERVISED, DAYTIME DRIVING!! This may seem stupid and insignificant to some, but I have been bound to this house for six months! This is a HUGE deal!! This is the first step to freedom.

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I was on such a high on Friday as I left! Two days of fabulous news for the first time! Finally, things were looking up!!

Then came Friday night.

For those that don’t know, I went back to nursing school three years ago when I couldn’t find a job in my major. It was one of the hardest things I have ever accomplished. I passed boards on the first try, which was a miracle. I worked a year as a floor nurse, before getting a job in the OR. I worked HARD at this job. I liked it, and thought I had found my niche in the nursing field. I was in this position almost a year, when I experienced vertigo really severely one night at work. Thus was the beginning of this mess I’m in now.

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Work was very good to me. They paid my personal bills one month to help me out, some of the employees sent me gift cards for gas and food, and they took it upon themselves to put me on FMLA. This was to ensure I had a job when I was ready to come back. All of this was so appreciated, and I was forever grateful to them.

HOWEVER, Friday night I tried to log in to my work email. I could read what was already there, but it wouldn’t let me download any attachments or get new mail. I was so confused. I tried for over an hour to open the PDF attachment I needed. No luck. I called the IT help desk. They just told me it was probably a glitch, and to call back Monday. Something didn’t sit right with me after this call.

I texted my boss.

She was very vague at first. “How are you doing?” “Is therapy working?” “We are all thinking about you.”

It wasn’t until I asked about why I was having trouble downloading work emails that I was hit with the blow. I was informed that as of January 1, I had been “separated from the company due to an inability to perform the job at expected levels.” I never received any correspondence from them up until this point, even though she filed the paperwork for it the week before.

She assured me this meant I wasn’t fired, just released from my duties. She told me I was an excellent nurse, and I should reapply if I got well. – It didn’t matter – There were tears galore. I was so sad. This was yet another thing this awful illness (disease?) had stolen from me.

I wallowed for about an hour. It felt like all hope was gone.

Then I remembered. I have faith. I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is the new start I needed. Although one chapter in my life that I had worked so hard for was closing, maybe this was God’s way of saying there is something better for me out there.

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I don’t know why I was supposed to go through two hard years of nursing school, but I know I was. I don’t know why I had to work at a job I hated, on a hospital floor, as a green nurse, but I know I was supposed to. I don’t know why I had to go through the arduous interview and training process for the OR, but I know I was supposed to. I don’t know why I had five strokes at 41 years old, but I know it was destined to happen that way.

Maybe I’m supposed to help others through the recovery process. Maybe I’m just meant to encourage those that need it. Maybe there are better things on my horizon.

All I know is that I have a strange peace about all this. It will be okay. I will be fine. I have a family that loves me, great friends I have met through this process, great best friends who have been there for me through it all, and people that have come out of the woodwork to show me love and support.

Life is good, regardless of the Highs and Lows.

Days without falls … zero

We’ve all seen those work-place signs: 

 

I had only fallen once … ONCE … since my “incident,” and it was a stupid fall trying to step up a step. I felt it coming. It was gentle, and I fell, laughing, into the grass. This was like 4 or 5 months ago.

Tonight was a different story.

I fell hard. J wasn’t here, but my poor kids were. I was too confident. I had JUST thought, “Man, I’m walking good today!”

I was walking back to my room from the kitchen. I had a plate of chips and salsa in my hands. It happened so fast. I think it was a combination of slippery socks, wooden floor, and clothes in the walkway. Whatever it was, it happened FAST.

I felt my feet slipping out from under me, the plate went flying. My right leg literally locked backwards, I couldn’t get my knee bent to help me. My left leg hit a box full of  random stuff. I went face first down, the box went on top of me, with all its contents. All I could do was lay there. I couldn’t move.

My poor daughter ran in and tried to help me. I literally couldn’t get my legs under me. She got the box off me. I dragged (drug?) myself over to the chair that stays in the kitchen for me to sit on. I tried to use my arms to pull myself onto the chair. Nope.

Electrical nerve pain surged up my left leg, and I couldn’t get my right leg to work.

I knelt there, in pain, praying. I finally worked myself onto the chair, and sat for a second. Then I shakily walked, holding and hugging the wall, back to bed.

I have screwed up my back, my left ribs, and my right knee. I’m still shaking. 

I’m sure I’ll be okay. I’m most upset for when I go to the doctor. EVERY TIME, no matter if it’s a doctor, an infusion, an OT visit, whatever, they always ask, “Have you had a fall in the last 90 days?” 

I’m reset to zero days with no falls. Boo-Hoo!!

I know this sounds like a horribly complaining post, but it’s really not. It just scared me, and I’m mad at myself.

Everything I’ve heard and read lately says I should come up with 10 things I am grateful for everyday, even if I think it’s been an awful day. So I will:

  1. I got to hear my sweet friend, Emma’s voice tonight. It made me so happy, even though she hates her accent. It was lovely!
  2. I got to learn some about her village in Australia, Tyalgum. So pretty and unique!
  3. I got to chat with her and Julie. I love them both. They make me laugh, even if it’s at myself. LOL!! I am really nieve about other cultures. But, hey, you don’t know if you don’t ask!!
  4. I got to spend quality time with Natalie. What started as infuriation at her, ended in a fun math game that made us both laugh.
  5. I get to be a moderator on one of my favorite sites. It’s a volunteer “job,” but it’s quite an honor!
  6. I get to cuddle under fuzzy blankets that my bestie got me!! It makes me feel like a princess.
  7. I get to blog. It helps to get words out.
  8. I got to spend the day learning about new crafts that I’m gonna try … pretty cheap crafts that I can afford to screw up if need be!
  9. Someone gifted me a book I wanted to read!! Such a sweet, unexpected surprise!! I just wish I could see this angel more!!
  10. I have a husband who keeps me regulated with my pills and exercises, going to the store, doing laundry, etc. I would not make it without him.

Ha! I did it!! 10!!! See, there’s a lot to be thankful for!

p.s. 2017 is already trying to play us. So much sorrow and death already this year. Remember to hug each other tighter, and be nice to one another. You just never know. πŸ’œπŸ’œ

RIP Clint Cummings

Frichick rice

Recipe

I’m tired tonight, so here is what I randomly threw together for dinner … and it was good!!

Frichick Rice

  1. Cook white rice (I suppose you could use brown rice) according to package directions. I made 2 cups dry rice.
  2. Half block velvetta, cut into squares and thrown in with hot rice.
  3. Can of Rotel thrown in and stirred.
  4. Can of frichick cut up and stirred in.

Make sure everything is melted together. Eat. Yum.

I added Pepper, seasoning salt, and Italian seasoning for flavor.

So much stuff

Snow. Snow everywhere. Well, like 3 inches, but that’s huge for NC.

Snowpocolypse, Asheboro style, 2017

Normally I’d go out in it, but I just wasn’t feeling it today. Am I lazy? I don’t know. Do I know I’ll be too unsteady outside? Who knows. 

I went from being a person who never, ever stayed home to being a person that has to be forced to leave the house, all in a six-month period. It’s not just that I have to be forced outdoors, I dread it! It gives me a bit of anxiety.

I always enjoy myself once I’m out, but getting me out is difficult. It’s such a chore! I not only have to mentally prepare myself, but I’m like a baby. There’s a slew of things that have to accompany me whenever I leave the house. I, literally, have to pack a bag … we just don’t call it a “diaper bag.”

I remember in May, when a day off (though they were few and far between) would start by taking the kids to school. Then I would go by the Table to grab breakfast, and read or the like. Then I would maybe do some shopping, see what was playing at the theatre, or go up to Greensboro to mess around before I had to get the kids from school. Then, 2 nights a week, the kids had dance. It seemed I was never home.

Fast-forward six months. So much has changed. I make the kid’s lunch in the mornings, but J gets them ready for school, and takes them. Then he goes to work. I don’t drive (can’t drive), so I stay home, mostly in bed, all day. Dad usually picks up the kids, and takes them to his house, because I don’t have the strength or stamina to keep up with the kids on my own. I check their homework once their here, but J comes home and makes them supper, and gets them ready and in bed. I don’t do anything. 

One of my doctors suggested I do something worthwhile from home. I have started helping Mom and Dad by scanning pictures into the computer. This is great in theory, but there are a ton of pictures of my sister. If you know a bit of the story, you know they are hard for me to go through. Not to mention all the photos of when I was “normal.” Those are hard too. And, the pictures of my vivacious grandparent, before they got … what’s a better word for “old?” Before they got where they needed 24/7 care. Those pictures kill me too. 

My sister and I

Me and PawPaw back in the day

Mom, me, and sister … back when sister had anything to do with me

 

Don’t get me wrong, there are good pictures too (none I have saved to my phone right now … and that’s how I’m posting this). 

Okay. I have ONE saved to the phone. My brother with green hair!! He was like 17.

There are pictures of my parents looking like teenagers! There are pictures of my cousins when they were like 7-13 years old. There are pictures of family friends from the 80’s that crack me up. So they aren’t ALL bad. It’s just hard to see some of them.

I’ve also SLOWLY been working on my craft swap that is due next month. I have some bomb-diggity ideas, it’s just getting to hobby lobby and The Walmartz to get them done … and procuring a sewing machine. 😬 I may have to readjust some of my planning, since we can’t find the pedal to the machine. Lawd, I just hope everything else works out okay. LOL! Anyone crafty, and wanna help me?! 

Let’s talk books for a second. I’m also trying to occupy my time with reading. I am part of two reading groups. In one group you choose two books to read and review a month. In the other, you are assigned a book, and there is a discussion. 

I finished my first self-help book ever for my first selection in the first group. I have started two books for my second selection … I am indecisive. LOL! The assigned book for the second group is White Oleander, but I’m going to have to throw money down for that one. It may have to wait! 

I have no good segue here. It’s 2:15am. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

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Behind the times

I’m behind. Eek!

Chemo was long this week for some reason. Maybe it’s because it was later in the day? It just took forever! It took over 8 hours from the time we left the house until we got home. We spent much of the time sleeping this time!!

The nurse got J a comfy chair. He put in headphones, and was out for the count!!

I didn’t even know they hung the Cytoxan. Apparently I gave the nurse my arm, name, and date of birth correctly, but I don’t remember a bit of it. πŸ˜‚

Besides that, it was pretty uneventful. Shout out to nurse Shelby who hung in there with us! She had to stay until the last patient left, and it was already a ghost town when we were walking out. We left after 5. I hope she didn’t have to stay long after that. 

Ghost town

How many more infusions do I have? Who knows! I had my LP done Tuesday. The doctors will review that. Then I have a sleep study in the 14th. After that, I see both the rheumatologist and the neurologist (separately). Then, THEN, they will decide where we go from here.

I’m just along for the ride. Whatever it takes!!!

Well, this is short and sweet, but I’m falling asleep!! Catch you next time!!

Surrounding myself with things I love.

LP, Chemo, and Crafts

I feel like blogging tonight. So guess what ….. here’s a blog.

Lumbar puncture was today. They went lower than they have in the past (this is my third), and I’m having trouble with pressure and pain tonight. I can’t really walk anyway, but it has made it tougher. I’m supposed to lie flat for 24 hours anyway to prevent a spinal headache. I’ll just say “it is what it is” (this is my all-the-time saying), and rest.

What a bad picture! But you can see they went in right above the pants line. First with a lot of Lidocaine, and then the Spinal Needle.


Tomorrow is chemo. I’m pretty sure they are trying to kill me this week. I’m just kidding. At least I’m getting most of the crap out of the way this week.

I do have a sleep study on the 14th. That will be weird. I don’t know what to expect there. I guess just … sleeping? While they study me? That won’t be awkward at all.

Have I mentioned lately how blessed I am? I got a new mug and new fuzzy blanket from my bestie this week. I have a slight addiction to both, and she completely feeds/enables those addictions. 

Bad picture, cute blanket!!


I also have people, people I’ve never even outright met, checking on me daily (Shout out to my Poise ladies and my Instagram ladies!! Woot!!). Not to mention all my friends (Good Gosh, I never thought I’d utter the words “all my friends.”) on Facebook who check on me on the regular. I feel the love!!


If I haven’t said this lately, trust yourself! If you think something isn’t right, it isn’t. Be your own advocate. Let people advocate for you if you can’t. Don’t let the problem sit and fester. It will only get worse. Trust your instincts. Get second and third opinions if you have to. Medicine is NOT an exact science … ever. And doctors sometimes don’t know everything … even if they act like they do. I have nothing but love for doctors. They have hard jobs. They are, however, not right 100% of the time.

Advocate for yourself!!!

On a completely different note (Tire screeching, record scratching, change of subject) … 


There are THREE crafty projects I want/need to be completed this month. 1) book purse 

Kind of like this w different strap, and button closure.

2) multi-colored small patchwork quilt 

Like this, but not as nice. LOL!!

3) wooden antique quote sign. 

Like this, but nicer!! LOL!!

Anyone want to help me? I lost access to my sewing machine (And by “mine,” I mean my mom’s. She lost the pedal.). Also, I’ve never actually made any of them. LOL!! If I have time, I also need a sock-type monkey. I want to make a small one … like little tzum-tzum size.

Kind of like this. I don’t like the tail or the color, however.

That’s all for tonight. See ya next time!! 

Too long for Facebook!

I know everyone gets sick of these, but it’s fun, and I can’t sleep. Maybe you’ll learn something!! πŸ™ˆπŸ™ŠπŸ™‰
55 Questions You’ve Probably Never Been Asked

1. First thing you wash in the shower? I do good just to stand in the shower. Once I master that, I wash my hair. Or my face. It depends if I’m feeling wild. πŸ˜‚

2. What color is your favorite hoodie? That fits me: black. If I were to lose 60 pounds: burnt orange \m/

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Well, I bet J hopes I’ll kiss him again.

4. Do you plan outfits? Bahaha-no. You’re lucky if I match … or have on real clothes!

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Wide awake …. dreading lumbar puncture on Tuesday and chemo on Wednesday. Contemplating in what direction to take blog/Facebook site.

6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s red? It’s dark, so I can’t really see, but I think my “mug rug” is the closest and red.

7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? I always remember them right when I get up, but always forget. For a long time, I dreamed every night that I was “normal” and at work, and everyone thought I was lying about what happened to me.

8. Did you meet anybody new today? On instagram. Does that count?

9. What are you craving right now? Water. Which is weird, because I HATE water. I’m just parched!

10. Do you floss? I should. Half my dentist family would be upset with me. But, no. Maybe 3 times a year. πŸ˜‚

11. Dream job? Writer/blogger/reviewer … but paid WELL for it!!

12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? PATCH KID

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? All the time with my kids πŸ™„

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Bite and lick 

15. Do you like your hair? No!! It’s chemo fried, and limp, and half falling out, and not growing. And it should be purple. But Celes is having none of that. 😜

16. Do you like yourself? Eh. I’m stronger than I used to be. I’m more empathetic than I used to be. I’m more tolerant than I used to be. I don’t like my situation, and I can always improve myself. I HATE the way I look. It’s very embarrassing!

17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Yes 

18. What are you listening to right now? Fan and J snoring 

19. Are your parents strict? They used to be. Now, not so much with the grandkids!! LOL!

20. Would you go sky diving? I say “heck ya!!” But if I actually got up there, I think I’d freak out!!

21. Do you like cottage cheese? Yes!! With fruit is the best!! 

22. Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes! Mickey Mouse!!! And Kelly Willard. And I suppose my dad is a celebrity in his own right. And, good lord, you’d think my brother is a celebrity with all the people that know and love him!! Do you KNOW how many times I’ve heard, “Oh my gosh! You’re Patrick’s sister!?!?” πŸ™„

23. Do you rent movies often? Never

24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? Yes. It’s all about the bling with 9 year old girls!!

25. How many countries have you visited? 3 (here, Mexico, Israel)

26. Have you made a prank phone call? Yes. It made me nervous. It was on a three-way call in like 1990, and I made the person call the man back and say we were joking. πŸ˜‚

27. Ever been on a train? Does Disney count? What about the E in Chicago?

28. Brown or white eggs? As long as they are unfertalized, I will eat them. LOL!

29. Do you have a cell-phone? 1988 called, and they want their question back.

30. Do you use chapstick? Yes. More precisely EOS. 😊 Or Bon Bons.

31. Do you own a gun? No. They scare me with kids in the house.

32. Can you use chopsticks? Before my incident-like a pro. Now I’m lucky if I don’t throw food with a fork. πŸ˜‚

33. Who are you going to be with tonight? Tonight as in, it’s 2:10am, so 16 hours from now? J. You mean right now? That would Also be J. LOL!!

34. Are you too forgiving? Uh, No. Well, I say no. But there are people I could never stay mad at. To be honest, if you sincerely apologize, I’m a sucker … you’re forgiven. I WILL say, I’m selectively cautious with my forgiving.

35. Ever been in love? *sigh* yes.

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? Probably adulting.

37. Ever have cream puffs? I could eat a whole container!

38. Last time you cried? On the daily. My emotions are a bit all over the place. I also laugh and am happy on the daily.

39. What was the last question you were asked? Last time you cried! (WORD)

40. Favorite time of the year? Fall

41. Do you have any tattoos? Yes

42. Are you sarcastic? Me?!?

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Yes. Taking it old school. 

44. Ever walked into a wall? A glass door, yes. Fell into a wall, yes.

45. Favorite color? Purple

46. Have you ever slapped someone? *sigh* do I have to answer this? Yes.

47. Is your hair curly? Fried

48. What was the last CD you bought? Monroeville

49. Do looks matter? Yes. Both ways though. If your weird looking, sad to say, it matters (first impressions), but if you are too good looking and narcissistic, it’s a buzz kill.

51. Is your phone bill sky high? That is arbitrary, but I’d say yes!

52. Do you like your life right now? It is NOT what I had planned. I don’t like living in this broken body. I do like that I can encourage people. I don’t like that I need help. I love being blessed beyond what I can even fathom.

53. Do you sleep with the TV on? Yes. If J would let me sleep with the sound on, I would!

54. Can you handle the truth? Depends  what said truth is in regards to.

55. Do you have good vision? No πŸ˜‚

This is long. I may blog it!