Recovering from the Weirdest Day of My Life (thus far)

This tale is not for those who are weak of heart, because it’s really freaking weird. Oh, and HG Lova, you kind of have to read this. Today, I did the following:

Went to physics class, which was a review in prep for the final, and other than me looking like crap because I had a random unexpected breakout on the side of my face, it went great.

Came home because I was starving because I hadn’t eaten, only to realize I didn’t have TIME to eat-I was running late for a doctor’s appointment.

On my way to the doctor, got in a car accident with one other vehicle, holding three generations of women (my first accident ever).

I melted into a puddle of hyperventilating and waterworks, repeating over and over “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” (I think I was in shock).

The two younger people with whom I collided were from Maine, visiting the third person, the grandmother, who was behind the wheel. The middle woman grew up in the Bahamas, because the grandmother was a missionary, and the young daughter also grew up in the Bahamas.

The younger daughter was 19, and very nice, and homeschooled. She told me they lived in Maine with a large garden and lots of farm animals, and that she was the youngest of seven siblings, all of whom were married. She reminded me to trust in God while making all of the huge decisions that come with graduation, a reminder which I desperately needed.

My entire town lost power, so I couldn’t get a hold of the insurance guy and my mom couldn’t look up the doctor’s phone number to tell him I’d be late.

My dad arrived at the scene of the crime to assess the damage and make a decision whether to work it out personally or bring in the cops (which the other people did NOT want, at all).

We agreed to go to an Auto Body shop that the grandmother always used in order to get an estimate on the price of the repair of their headlight area (which slammed into the side of my car, which we will not repair… I’d have to pay to fix it, and honestly the car still drives, so I’m okay with it).

It wasn’t her first collision, and she knew the man who ran the auto body shop.

After hearing his name, my dad asked if he was related to a recently departed family friend, and it turns out he was. They wound up talking about Mr. Terry for a while, and Mr. Terry was such a good, Godly, man, so I started fighting tears again.

A price was settled upon, and the man said he would do part of the work for free (generosity which was completely unexpected).

Both vehicles went to the bank, where my dad got a cashier’s check and paid them the agreed amount. Then we said goodbye to the missionary family from Maine, who really were a blessing to get in an accident with (I mean, what if it had been an angry man?!?!).

We swung by the doctor to see if I could be seen, and I couldn’t for forty five minutes, so we went home so I could eat.

We arrived, and my mom said she’d take me to the doctor and we’d go to her interview for a great job afterward, and I STILL didn’t have time to eat, because I was running around doing stuff to help her get ready.

Momma and I went to the GI doctor (I’ve been having severe stomach pains and digestive issues for months now, and we thought antibiotics fixed the mystery problem but they didn’t, so I got a CT a bit back and they found out I have malrotation. Click the link if you want to know just how screwed up I am.). The doctor suggested a second colonoscopy, this time a full one, but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to do it because my intestine is shaped like a paper clip (again, click the above link for details). We scheduled it for Friday morning, which means I can’t eat anything after midnight tonight, and need to prep(drink some colon cleansing crap) tomorrow.

After the doctor’s appointment, we rushed to the hospital for my mom’s interview at a mother/baby unit. My mom is a CNA :). I sat and watched John Wayne movies while my mom had her interview and went on a tour, and everything went AMAZING, and she’s pretty much hired. It was a real high-point for the day.

We FINALLY ate, hitting the amazing Cracker Barrel, and when we arrived my dad called and told me I had a message that would excite me when I got home-and that it had to do with a casting call I went to (click the link for details).

The food was great, but we had to hurry, because we still had errands and haircuts were scheduled for tonight.

After eating, we hit Michael’s and I got some more triangular gems (the triangular sunshine earrings sold, but I know they were a favorite of some of my giveaway enterers, so I’m making more).

After Michael’s, we came home, and I listened to the message. I am one of the very first extras to be cast in the Hunger Games movie, and was told that I definitely should be excited, as I was one of the first picks. My only hesitation was scheduling-I have my college orientation May 30-June 1.

I called the casting agency back, and scheduled a sitting/costume fitting for tomorrow morning at 9 am. The lady, when she heard about my orientation days, was wary, but I was crossing my fingers I’d be able to reschedule.

After that was straightened out, I sat down and was looking for the email address of the orientation people, to ask how easy it was to change days, when THEY CALLED ME TO ASK IF I HAD QUESTIONS. No bull, I was looking for the email, and they called that moment about my orientation.

Turns out, it should be easy to swap days, so when I go tomorrow I’m just going to wait and see what the filming days wind up being.

In summary, today I went to school, got in a car accident, scheduled a colonoscopy, my mom got hired at an awesome place, and I got cast in the movie of my dreams. Pretty much the weirdest day of my entire life. I mean, how RANDOM can you get? The people I collided with were amazing, the repair guy was a friend of a friend, and the phone rang just as I was looking for the email of the caller? Super freaky. SO, the next few days will be just as weird:

Thursday, 9am, going to my HG sitting/fitting.

At 12, I begin my prepping for the colonoscopy.

When at home, I need to take all of my EOG testing in one day.

On Friday, I have my colonoscopy in the morning, and will be out of it all day.

On Saturday, we leave for vacation, which is why I have to hurry it up with the EOGs.

Is my life insane? You tell me.

What I've Done These Past Couple Weeks:

• Shopped for capris and shorts (if I’m normally a four or six, but in juniors I’m a four in one brand and an 11 in another, you KNOW it’s screwed up!)


• Received word that my application was accepted by the academic society I wanted, and that I am now eligible for an interview.


• Went to my doctor because I kept blacking out and collapsing with no warning, which is scary chiz. Turns out the antibiotic I was on had a bad interaction with my antidepressant (JOY)


• Went to the GI doctor and finally got a clean bill of health-the antibiotics cured my mystery infection, so I definitely don’t have cancer or any disease. THANK YOU LORD!


• Went to the psychiatrist to talk about my antidepressant and the whole blacking out thing, which we decided to just wait out and see if it stopped. It has.


• Received a college acceptance letter


• Received a(slightly less substantial) scholarship offer from that college


• Randomly went to the zoo with my sister (we were both losing our minds and needed a day off)


• Returned half the capris I got and the swimsuit I’d picked out for various reasons involving my mom


• Made my college decision


• Accepted my top scholarship offer from the college of my choice


• Did all the laundry (including the 1 pair of shorts and 1 pair of capris I wound up keeping)


• Made a million phone calls to various people at the college of my choice


• Tried to schedule the aforementioned interview


• Tried to apply for housing


• Cleaned a lot, including the bathroom and living room and serious progress in my bedroom


• Bought some hair stuff I may or may not use for prom (which is this Saturday!)


• Skipped school and ate a big breakfast at Cracker Barrel with my mom


• Got my TB test and Hep. A shot (for the immunization forms for college)


• Went to my psychiatrist again and talked about some stuff, because things haven’t been good with my family lately and I’m just really worn out. I’m really blessed though, and will focus on that :).


• And oh yeah, did homework!

So I’ve got to figure out makeup and hair for prom tomorrow, on Friday I have to go back to the doctor to get my TB test read (and the paperwork finalized), and Saturday is my senior prom. And I’m frustrated because I’m still waiting on word from certain people at the college, and need to get my interview and housing worked out… I’ll keep trying to get a hold of the right people I guess :/. For now, though, I'm sitting outside enjoying this beautiful weather (since I last posted, we've gone through insane storms, forty degree weather, and 80 degree weather... so it's nice right this minute, but who knows what it'll be like in 5! lol). Thank you so much Max and Kenzie-Michelle for commenting on my last post, and sorry everyone for being such a bad blogger lately. I've just got to prioritize, you know? I hope to catch up with you all soon, and thanks for bearing with me during my serious case of senioritis ;). Oh, and I'll be posting some pictures soon, including some from the zoo! Talk to y'all more soon, and let me know what is up with you! I'd love to hear anything you have to say :)

Music that Moves Me: I'm So Sick

Lately, I've been really physically sick, and I know I'm not the only one. As a result, I've been getting sickness related songs stuck in my head, including Candle by White Tie Affair and I'm So Sick by Flyleaf. So this post is for all of you who could really use some healing right about now-I feel your pain...

"I took a ride on a February morning,
Just getting over it and dealing with the mourning,
I started thinking out loud: I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired,
My baby's flying off the edge of the road,
She's saying, "I'm so sorry about that note",
That left me all alone,
But I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

Somebody turn the lights on,
Somebody tell me what's wrong,
I'd be lying if I told you,
Losing you was something I could handle,
Somebody turn the lights on,
Somebody tell me how long,
All this darkness will surround you,
Cuz I'm burning for you,
Burning like a candle"

There are many different interpretations for this song, some involving coming to God after a friend/love commits suicide, and some as generic as loving someone who doesn't love you. One of the best things about music is how open to interpretation it is, how everyone can add their unique story to the same song. I, personally, tend to lean toward a suicidal theme-I think she's planning on committing suicide (or is battling severe depression), and he finds the note, and he's begging her to help him understand. It's a sad song to me, but the candle analogy and his willingness to wait on her to come around lend it a hopeful element. At least, that's what I think about it-what about you?

"I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break

I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick"

To me, this song is about being sick of the way that you, and the people around you, are living...sick of selfishness and superficiality. Standing up and telling those who refuse to listen to shut up and hear 'my screaming in your itching ears'. And I'm most definitely sick of the mindsets of so many around me, of the selfishness and the hypocrisy. This song is empowering-it slams what's wrong in your face so that you have to deal with it. I love the music, and Lacey's voice, and the lyrics (though Breathe Today is probably my favorite song from their self titled album). The video is below, but for those of you who don't like Flyleaf or Lacey's screaming, at least check out the lyrics here.



So, what makes you sick?

Read This Post-Please, Your Prayers Are Needed

Hello everyone! I'm going to post about my birthday and Christmas plans and all of that materialistic crap soon, but there is something more important on my mind right now. There is an amazing young man who needs your prayer, as he is now fighting cancer-for the second time. One of my favorite bloggers, Laurea of Center Stage, has been pouring out her heart about what her 13 year old cousin, Joe, is going through. He battled bone cancer in his leg at the age of 8. His leg was amputated, and he survived... no, he didn't just survive-he lives and thrives and loves life. He participated in sports and was happy and everything was going great-and then on his 5th anniversary of being cancer-free, he was diagnosed with cancer yet again. Joe has a tumor in his lung, and is undergoing chemo to shrink it right now. And yet, somehow, he still has faith. He still believes in God's will, and doesn't turn with anger like most people would (I know I would). I'm asking all of you to pray for him, even if you wonder about whether or not it does any good. Even if your faith seems weak, like mine. Because HIS isn't, and if he isn't going to give up and mope and turn his back on God after what he has been through, what right do we have? Even if we've given up on God, he hasn't given up on us, and prayer is more powerful than we tend to believe. As Laurea said, "If we fight and pray together we can accomplish anything."


If you want more information, go to this post at Laurea's blog. You can also help by spreading the word and getting as many people praying as possible-blogging buddies, real life friends and classmates, your family, everyone! Don't underestimate the difference you can make. Thanks for reading and for praying,


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Dental Care

On Monday, my wisdom teeth were removed. First off, let me say that my dentist is amazing-what went wrong wasn't his fault, and I still trust him. He is actually a great man, and got me interested in maxillofacial surgery when I was 12 or 13 (even gave me a book on it, which I love), and is now trying to help me find financial aid options for Harvard. My teeth just happened to have grown into my jaw bones (called impaction), and they had to be sawn out. I was under much longer than expected, which means that my mouth was stretched open much longer than expected. As a result, the muscle fibers were pulled apart, and then when the operation was over they over-constricted, making me unable to open my mouth (which is called trismus). I had some pretty severe swelling, and on Tuesday my face was huge, but didn't hurt too bad. I took my medicine like a good girl, and laughed at my sister's 'chubby bunny' jokes. It hurt to talk and smile, but if I didn't move too much, I was alright.

"Talking only brings the toothaches on
Because I say the stupidest things
So if my resolve goes south
I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin
And shut my mouth"

Then, on Wednesday morning, I woke up at 5:12am crying like a baby because it hurt horribly, and my face was twice as large as the day before. The general lack of substantial food combined with my pain medicine (the main side effect of which is dizziness), meant I was kind of delirious and spent a lot of time fighting to keep my eyes open. You know that look that little boys get on their face when they see something gross, but fascinating? The slight head tilt and raising of the lip, with part of a smile and that certain 'whoa…' look in their widened eyes? That is how my MOM looked at me when she saw my watermelon of a head that morning. I couldn't go to school, and because it was obviously not normal, we called the dentist and went in there to see him, and he was pretty upset. Actually, his first question was "who are you?"! He then looked me in the eye, and said 'it hurts doesn't it?' and I nodded and was trying not to cry, and he said 'come here' and gave me a hug. Then, after we'd talked some about the pain, he asked me if I could open my mouth so he could check it out, and I was trying really hard but couldn't.
And so the torture commenced-he warned me it would hurt really bad, and then proceeded to try and stretch my jaw out. I have never felt pain like that (it was worse than my screwed up neck, for crying out loud!), and I was trying not to freak out because I knew he felt bad. I cried some, and was hyperventilating, and then my legs started shaking like crazy, all of which made me mad at myself because I hate being such a flipping drama queen! Eventually, he said 'I can't take this… it is like doing it to one of my kids!' and left the room with tears in his eyes. The nurse/hygienist lady was told to try it again in a minute, but she didn't. Instead, she told me to try it myself at home as much as possible, and I have been doing it some, just a little at a time. It makes me bleed a lot more, unfortunately :-P. When the dentist came back, he apologized for the pain and explained again how much he hates hurting people in general, and especially those he knows really well.
He gave me a shot in my arm to help with the pain and swelling, which was my favorite part of the visit-I have no problem whatsoever with needles, and my mom was freaking out, but I was able to tell her that I was okay and make her feel better. Calming her down helped to calm me down-my breathing became steady and I managed to smile! DEFINITELY my favorite part of the visit :D. He also prescribed an antibiotic, to help prevent infection. I asked how soon I would be back to normal, and he said not until Monday. My 18th birthday is Saturday. I will be forced to break the unwritten rule: you must look your best on your birthday. CURSES. I am able to open my mouth more now, though, which is great. It means I can eat with a spoon instead of just slurping stuff! And, thankfully, my Physics teacher has scheduled a teleconference for tonight to make up for me missing class on Wednesday, which was a master review in preparation for the final, so I'm very grateful for that as well. At this point, I'm just hoping the swelling and pain will go down some… at least enough for me to ignore it. Well, my head is spinning again from looking at this screen too long, so I better go…. Sorry for not commenting much, I haven't been awake and mentally functioning enough to read many posts, but I'm trying to get caught up.

Edit: This post was written yesterday, and since then the swelling has gone down some :D. I won't be normal tomorrow(as if I'm ever normal...), but I won't have a watermelon head either! Just a little swelling and (now) bruising. The physics review was also pretty helpful, I just need to study some more before I take the final. Well, I better go now. Thanks for reading, you really do rock ^_^.


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The Recent Past and Not-So-Distant Future (in the form of a list!)

I wanted to update you all about what is going on with me, because things have been crazy, but I haven't much time to write a full post and I really need to get organized. What I've decided to do is write out a list, with what I've done in the past week first and then a To Do list for the upcoming week.

-Went to the doctor with my mom, who was having pain in the back of her head and in her eyes. My first thought was occipital lobe. When she got blood drawn, she suddenly shut down-slumped over some, stared blankly into the distance, was not responsive in any way. Couldn't get any reaction, not a blink or a movement or anything, for a long time. Eventually, she shuddered back to life, and tears were pouring down her face, but she still couldn't talk. After a very long while, and being given soda and crackers, she was back to normal, but that was pretty much the most afraid I've ever been. I thought she was dying right in front of me. Still don't know what was wrong. Trying to remain calm.

-Survived the December 1st application deadline, but not as successfully as I wanted. I got some in, but not others, and I haven't been that proud of any of my essays, so I'm not optimistic about the college hunting process right now.

-Last Wednesday, felt like a piece of crap, and didn't go to school. Head, stomach, everything was hurting. Felt better that evening, and bad again the next morning. Just messed up right now.

-Got written up at work. For the second time. I didn't post about the first time, because I got over it pretty quick and didn't dwell, but the second time followed the first far too quickly, and my hours are pretty minimal right now, and the 'problem' I have is 'being too slow'. If you aren't ever working, it is really hard to get practice and get faster, and I've had this job for a year and have NEVER been told I'm too slow until just recently, which ticks me off because if there was a problem before nobody bothered to tell me. The first time I was written up, I was also written up for questioning authority (which caught me off guard, because while that is my nature, I didn't realize I had done any such thing at work, at least, not unless it was warranted). The second time, I listened to a supervisor who told me not to do certain things which needed doing one night I worked, so I got written up for not doing my job(and so did the supervisor, for not doing her job, but SERIOUSLY?). I'm losing either way. If I get written up one more time, I'm fired. So… I need to figure out how to win. Really stinking badly.

-Went to my town's parade, for the first time-and was IN it-on the day of the first snow of the season for me :). The snow literally started falling as I pulled into the parking lot, and then came down really hard while we (it was a work thing, so 'we' means my bosses, coworkers, and I) decorated the float. Absolutely froze to death, got soaked, wasn't allowed to wear a coat, and still managed to enjoy myself ^_^. I mostly loved seeing customers from work and other people lining the streets, smiling, and little kids yelling 'SUBWAY ROCKS!' and getting to shout 'YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!' right back at them, while clumsily pelting them with candy because I couldn't feel my hands. First time driving in snow too, actually, which wasn't a big enough deal for me to realize until just this second. Lol :).

-Worked this past weekend, got upset with myself for not remembering a certain discount related rule. Just frustrated, because I feel that none of my coworkers like me, and I haven't done anything horribly offensive, and they're all complaining about me behind my back, but no one has the guts to be honest with ME. I'd rather be told straight up 'I don't like the way you do this and that' than get blindsided. Seriously, work is starting to feel like Survivor, and I'm not in any alliances, so... not sure how long I'll last at this point.

Yesterday and today, I worked on catching up with blogs and commenting. I've gotten the 78 unread/starred items in reader reduced to 25 :). I hate it when I read an awesome post, and want to comment, but I can't at the moment, so I mark it unread and/or star it, then I don't get around to it for several days :-P. I ALSO tried to catch up with my homework, which I am behind on. And so here is my homework To Do List:

• Finish Module Notes
• Finish Physics Test
• Finish Lab 7.1
• Prep Labs 8.1 and 8.2, including data tables
• Read two World History chapters
• Study World History

I need to have that all done by 7:45am Wednesday. THEN, after class, I get to go to therapy-for the first time. As a few of you may know, I've struggled with depression and anxiety for years, and while the concept of spilling my life's story to a complete stranger, who really can't do anything about my living situation, sounds pointless to me… talking it out is supposed to help. My mom scheduled it, and she went last week, and it helped her focus a bit, so we'll see how it goes. I'm… wary, and very… hesitant? about it. Definitely not excited. Kind of worried I'll either A) Sit there glaring at the woman, or B) Bawl and bawl and have to be dragged out by security. Have any of you battled depression and gone to therapy? Any advice?

On December 13th, I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out. I'm not worried about the procedure, just concerned that I'll still be slightly loopy when....(see next point)

On December 15th, I'm taking an in-class World History final, which I am truly concerned I will fail. I'm not saying that because I'm paranoid or so I can blow your minds with an 'unexpected' A; I know what I do and do not know, and all those names and dates go in one ear and out the other. I haven't failed a single class in highschool, my academic record is flawless, and this is the one class I NEED to pass in order to graduate. It is also the class that I have disliked the most, and retained the least information from. I aced Chemistry easy-but World History is killing me, largely because there haven't been any tests or major assignments beyond reading, so I don't know what I NEED to know and feel like I don't know anything, because there was so much information we read and I retained so little of it. So… wish me luck on that! :-P lol.

On December 18th, I am officially 18 years old! Officially an old fart, according to my friend. But he's already an old fart, so I think he's just trying to feel better about himself ;).

So anyway, things have been and will continue to be kind of crazy around my house. I'm stressed about a lot of different things, and am really worried about my mother's health. That incident at the doctor's office was so scary… anyway, if you could pray for her health, I'd appreciate it. And WOW, even just doing a point-by-point list of what is going on I wound up blabbing, and I left out TONS of information! Oh well, any of you who actually read this entire post-you get an imaginary cookie. Comment and tell me what kind of cookie you want, okay? I'll give it to you in the next post! :D Until next time, my wonderful readers (and I really am grateful for each of you :),

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"But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying..."


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Come Again Another Day...

Just an update, on Friday I started feeling a lot better, with the headaches gone and the amazing ability to breathe back. Cleaned house all day. And on Saturday, the vacation officially began! I'll be posting The Vacation Log in day increments, exactly a week after they happened, to give me time to edit the posts and add pictures. Not to mention have internet! I can only get wifi in the office building and activities center (which is where I am now), and there's too much else fun stuff to be done for my family to want to spend the day there. We've been fishing (which I've done a lot more of lately than normal, since my mom loves it so much), and I got the single deepest most even reddest sunburn EVER. I'm a total lobster, and one random woman said 'you look like you're glowing!' lol. Right now, it is pouring rain, so we're in the office building's activities room watching TV and using the internet. Later tonight: my Music that Moves Me post! For now:


A low quality pic of rain on a window pane, through which you can see the back pool :D. Thanks for reading,

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In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying..."


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Giveaway + Kendra's Scavenger Hunt + Some Books!

Hey everybody! Stephanie from Stephanie's Saga is having a giveaway! The prize? Any item $11 and under from Violet Reaction! (that is over 72 items to choose from!). It is really easy to enter, and if you DO choose to enter (or even if you don't), please head on over to her blog and let her know in a comment I sent you :).


The scavenger hunt (created by Kendra of Carpe Diem) has now passed, and my searching for clues all though the night payed off! I managed to get 1st place!


Bleah from With Love and Kisses created this, and I think she did a wonderful job :).


In other news, while I was volunteering at the library book sale (mentioned briefly here) I bought some new (for me) books! The hardbacks were 50¢, and the paperbacks and children's books were only 25¢, and after 2pm you could get as many books as you could stuff in a grocery bag for $2! I ended up with a nice 12 books, and while I could have gotten more, I was in a hurry to get home and change for work :-P. I read the summaries of all of these, and they sounded decent, so I'll see!

The one I'm most interested in reading right now is Ambergate, by Patricia Elliot. The snippet on the back gave me goosebumps and sucked me right in!




Plus, I love this cover :). The other book I'm interested in is The Graveyard Book, which I've heard positive things about :). Most of these were snagged from the juvenile fiction section, but the bottom two are different. I loved taking philosophy last year, and two years before that, and so when I saw a book on Neitzche I was very intrigued. It is fiction mixed with some facts, and is a blend of philosophy and psychoanalysis.
Also, one of the colleges I'm currently considering is Wake Forest University, so when I saw a book on the development of the medical school, I had to get it :D. The only problem with having all these books is WAITING to read them. I have lots of homework and we're about to leave for vacation and I'm feeling sick... really sick. I had to call out of work this morning :(. However, once I'm done with cleaning house and packing and get some homework done, I think I'll actually get to read for fun!!! And now, I have some books to choose from :). Can't wait to dig in! Are any of you familiar with any of these books? And what about those prices? :D.

Thanks for reading,

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In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying..."


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