Update, as promised
Well, it's been a rough couple of weeks. Thankfully, it was before school started, so that makes things easier.
I've had a headache for the last 3 weeks, and a fever for the last week and half. It got up to 102 on couple of nights, but for the most part, it's just hovering around 99.5-100, high enough to make me feel yucky, but not high enough to worry about. Add my tummy being more grumbly than usual and you get Elissa spending most of the last several weeks drifting in and out of sleep on the couch all day and night. The advantage to being sick is getting taken care of. Dewayne (soldier-boy from the summer) came over alot and watched movies with me and was just generally amazingly sweet. He brought me a sweet potato one afternoon when I was feeling up to eating something, but not wanting to go anywhere. It was so random and sweet. I forget how much fun he is to spend time with. He asked if he could write me letters though. How cute is that? (No worries y'all. I do not have a boy. We're just good friends)
I had my front four teeth capped on Monday (the same day I moved back to b-ham. I do not recommend doing both on the same the day). They're really sore now. I was kind sad to finally have to conceed another battle to this disease, but everyone at the dentist's keeps saying how beautiful crowned teeth are when everything's finished. Kinda excited about: straight pearly-white teeth that don't hurt sound good to me. I have to go back home next Wednesday to get the final crowns put in (I have too many doctor's appointments in the next two weeks :P )
My doctor has yet a new theory about what's wrong with me. Only problem is it doesn't fit my symptoms. This new diagnosis has no nausea or pain associated with it (the first symptoms I ever had), is caused and associated with stressed (Mine varies randomly, not depending on stress), is not associated with night symptoms (I have bad nights all the time), and is usually found in young boys and mental handicapped (once again, not me). So, I'm slightly annoyed that the he's harping on this and ignoring my concerns.
Samford rant: I like Samford well enough, but it annoys me that NO ONE volunteers any information about anything, and finding out who to talk to to actually get something accomplished is next to impossible. My current annoyance is with residence life. They're really nice and accommedating when you finally find someone who knows what they're doing. I had so much trouble getting the 'required' meal-plan waved. Can anyone explain to me why I would need a $1500 meal plan? When I finally got someone other than the secretary to even talk to me (and that was only after a call rom DSS), it was like no one had ever seen my file, in which I informed them all of the situation well ahead of time and gave them pleanty of contact info in case they had any questions. Now that I'm actully in the dorm, no one has told me anything. I don't know how visitation works, rules for nails in the walls, what to do if something breaks, how to get on the internet, where to take the trash, all the stuff that it is just assumed you already know.
All that being said, I'm so happy with life right now. I'm really excited about my classes, and my suitemates are all great. I actually feel at home and comfortable here. I never felt that last semester. Deayne and I had such a great time over the last month and it was just wonderful. And he's gonna write me letters. :) I had a great converstion with Shaylee last night. I miss her so, so, so much. I don't think I will ever find a roomie that's better compliment. I'm gonna try and go visit her (and everybody else, of course) soon. Hopefully, my body will cooperate this time. Through it all, God has been so amazing and revealed Himself so many times, in so many ways. It just makes me want to burst with joy. I love that joy so much. I don't there is anything that compares. It's not an earthly joy, the waxes and wanes with life's twists and turns. It's something else entirely. Something I can't explain. Something that's there even stronger in the darkest times. Sometimes, I think that's all that keeps me going. For now, my fever is climbing again and sitting up is making me dizzy and really nauseous, so I'm gonna go try to get some sleep.
I've had a headache for the last 3 weeks, and a fever for the last week and half. It got up to 102 on couple of nights, but for the most part, it's just hovering around 99.5-100, high enough to make me feel yucky, but not high enough to worry about. Add my tummy being more grumbly than usual and you get Elissa spending most of the last several weeks drifting in and out of sleep on the couch all day and night. The advantage to being sick is getting taken care of. Dewayne (soldier-boy from the summer) came over alot and watched movies with me and was just generally amazingly sweet. He brought me a sweet potato one afternoon when I was feeling up to eating something, but not wanting to go anywhere. It was so random and sweet. I forget how much fun he is to spend time with. He asked if he could write me letters though. How cute is that? (No worries y'all. I do not have a boy. We're just good friends)
I had my front four teeth capped on Monday (the same day I moved back to b-ham. I do not recommend doing both on the same the day). They're really sore now. I was kind sad to finally have to conceed another battle to this disease, but everyone at the dentist's keeps saying how beautiful crowned teeth are when everything's finished. Kinda excited about: straight pearly-white teeth that don't hurt sound good to me. I have to go back home next Wednesday to get the final crowns put in (I have too many doctor's appointments in the next two weeks :P )
My doctor has yet a new theory about what's wrong with me. Only problem is it doesn't fit my symptoms. This new diagnosis has no nausea or pain associated with it (the first symptoms I ever had), is caused and associated with stressed (Mine varies randomly, not depending on stress), is not associated with night symptoms (I have bad nights all the time), and is usually found in young boys and mental handicapped (once again, not me). So, I'm slightly annoyed that the he's harping on this and ignoring my concerns.
Samford rant: I like Samford well enough, but it annoys me that NO ONE volunteers any information about anything, and finding out who to talk to to actually get something accomplished is next to impossible. My current annoyance is with residence life. They're really nice and accommedating when you finally find someone who knows what they're doing. I had so much trouble getting the 'required' meal-plan waved. Can anyone explain to me why I would need a $1500 meal plan? When I finally got someone other than the secretary to even talk to me (and that was only after a call rom DSS), it was like no one had ever seen my file, in which I informed them all of the situation well ahead of time and gave them pleanty of contact info in case they had any questions. Now that I'm actully in the dorm, no one has told me anything. I don't know how visitation works, rules for nails in the walls, what to do if something breaks, how to get on the internet, where to take the trash, all the stuff that it is just assumed you already know.
All that being said, I'm so happy with life right now. I'm really excited about my classes, and my suitemates are all great. I actually feel at home and comfortable here. I never felt that last semester. Deayne and I had such a great time over the last month and it was just wonderful. And he's gonna write me letters. :) I had a great converstion with Shaylee last night. I miss her so, so, so much. I don't think I will ever find a roomie that's better compliment. I'm gonna try and go visit her (and everybody else, of course) soon. Hopefully, my body will cooperate this time. Through it all, God has been so amazing and revealed Himself so many times, in so many ways. It just makes me want to burst with joy. I love that joy so much. I don't there is anything that compares. It's not an earthly joy, the waxes and wanes with life's twists and turns. It's something else entirely. Something I can't explain. Something that's there even stronger in the darkest times. Sometimes, I think that's all that keeps me going. For now, my fever is climbing again and sitting up is making me dizzy and really nauseous, so I'm gonna go try to get some sleep.