Because I was asked to :P
Well, because Ron asked me to...I am updating. I realize it's been like..wow long. Thirty-five weeks, acording to LJ. This place has really changed. I'm amazed I remember how to work it. Er, that I can LEARN how to work it so quickly.
First things first - Lindz, I got your card today. Not because it came today, but because I checked my hotmail account today for the first time in like, two months. But still, thank you for the smile. It was a terribly poor birthday, even though I really couldn't have asked for anything more than what I got. It was more of a 'family climate' suckage.
For those of you who don't know, I am alive, well, and engaged. His name is Carl. Aside from being a cranky alcoholic ((tonight anyways, I capped his drinking and he's QUITE pissy about it)), he is entirely wonderful. We're not getting married until next September, so don't book tickets yet. Besides, I am under certain restrictions and I doubt I could fit all of you into a 20 ppl max guest list, let alone all of you AND my family. :P If I had my way, it would be so much bigger, but he has really put his foot down. The puppy dog eyes don't work, the boo boo lip doesn't work. TEARS don't even work. So a small wedding it is, though this it to my chagrine.
I am okay. I'm sorry that any of you are upset over my disappearance...I hope that Ron has informed people of my current alive status. Now, let me tell you a few things.
I have Multiple Sclerosis. I was diagnosed over the summer, when I lost all the sight in my right eye. Completely. I was referred to an optoneurologist, who, after a bajillion tests, decided to send me to a regular neurologist, who diagnosed me and put me on solumedrol, a very evil IV-type corticosteroid meant to lower inflamation in the nerves behind my eye. Sadly, all it did was fuck my heart up pretty badly.
I had a pretty bad reaction. The typical reaction to steriods is, as I'm sure you know, increased blood flow, energy, what have you. My heart decided not to work at all. The first chamber of my heart stopped firing. I noticed -severe- chest pains, like, falling to the ground pain. Two days later, an RN discovered that my pulse rate had lowered to about 30 bpm. Which would be totally great, if I was a triathelete. Which I am certainly not. An ultrasound and EKG later, I did a stint in the hospital. Not fun.
Anyways. I have since made a pretty good recovery ((after a threat to the RN who, AFTER my hospital admission, tried to drip me solumedrol...I informed her quite politely to get the needle out of my arm or I'd be pumping solumedrol into her brain through her eyesocket. She quickly understood I meant it.)), though I still have no sight in my right eye.
Don't be sad. I really am doing very well. :) Though I'm still a little bit afraid of losing the sight in my other eye...but that's my only fear. I have a few issues, mainly muscle control, but I really am okay.
So there, Ron, are you happy? There's my life in an LJ post. I have pictures, somewhere, but not on this possessed lappy. So. I will post them the next time I sit at the desktop.
Adieu :)
First things first - Lindz, I got your card today. Not because it came today, but because I checked my hotmail account today for the first time in like, two months. But still, thank you for the smile. It was a terribly poor birthday, even though I really couldn't have asked for anything more than what I got. It was more of a 'family climate' suckage.
For those of you who don't know, I am alive, well, and engaged. His name is Carl. Aside from being a cranky alcoholic ((tonight anyways, I capped his drinking and he's QUITE pissy about it)), he is entirely wonderful. We're not getting married until next September, so don't book tickets yet. Besides, I am under certain restrictions and I doubt I could fit all of you into a 20 ppl max guest list, let alone all of you AND my family. :P If I had my way, it would be so much bigger, but he has really put his foot down. The puppy dog eyes don't work, the boo boo lip doesn't work. TEARS don't even work. So a small wedding it is, though this it to my chagrine.
I am okay. I'm sorry that any of you are upset over my disappearance...I hope that Ron has informed people of my current alive status. Now, let me tell you a few things.
I have Multiple Sclerosis. I was diagnosed over the summer, when I lost all the sight in my right eye. Completely. I was referred to an optoneurologist, who, after a bajillion tests, decided to send me to a regular neurologist, who diagnosed me and put me on solumedrol, a very evil IV-type corticosteroid meant to lower inflamation in the nerves behind my eye. Sadly, all it did was fuck my heart up pretty badly.
I had a pretty bad reaction. The typical reaction to steriods is, as I'm sure you know, increased blood flow, energy, what have you. My heart decided not to work at all. The first chamber of my heart stopped firing. I noticed -severe- chest pains, like, falling to the ground pain. Two days later, an RN discovered that my pulse rate had lowered to about 30 bpm. Which would be totally great, if I was a triathelete. Which I am certainly not. An ultrasound and EKG later, I did a stint in the hospital. Not fun.
Anyways. I have since made a pretty good recovery ((after a threat to the RN who, AFTER my hospital admission, tried to drip me solumedrol...I informed her quite politely to get the needle out of my arm or I'd be pumping solumedrol into her brain through her eyesocket. She quickly understood I meant it.)), though I still have no sight in my right eye.
Don't be sad. I really am doing very well. :) Though I'm still a little bit afraid of losing the sight in my other eye...but that's my only fear. I have a few issues, mainly muscle control, but I really am okay.
So there, Ron, are you happy? There's my life in an LJ post. I have pictures, somewhere, but not on this possessed lappy. So. I will post them the next time I sit at the desktop.
Adieu :)