On the corner of purpose and confusion...
I know, long time no write. Life has quite the dizzying pace as of late, leaving me no time, nor the mental capacity to stop and collect my thoughts... Jon had surgery June 18th on his wrist, so he can be deployed. Looks like he will leave out in October, giving him proper time to heal... His unit leaves out this month tho, so he'll only be gone about 10 months or so. I was hoping he would be around for AWA, because I would much prefer having a guy around... I know that sounds really old fashioned of me, but I get tired of being hit on by weirdos, and it's a proven fact that if I'm even just talking to a guy friend, I don't get hit on... This was a neat little trick I learned while working for wally world- While Jon was off playing soldier, one of my guy friends would always be close by to tell the creeps to back off... It's quite effective, which is why I want James to go to AWA with us, because he likes the exact same stuff I do, and no one will hit on me with a 6'4 guy following me around all weekend...
Onto another subject- I think my right ovary is starting to act up. I'm having hip cramps, mood swings, hot flashes, and craving roast beef- all things that only happened when my left ovary was dying. Believe me, I've been thinking Arby's way to much as of late- In fact, it's all I've wanted to eat... I feel like crap for the mood swings because I've lost it at people that didn't deserve it. Most of all I've been too tired to work on anything! My writing and crafting have both suffered greatly because of my mental fogginess...
Now onto the painful subject- Roman had to have blood work done a few days back to test for a neurological muscle tone disorder that I can't even began to pronounce. He's going to be 2 years old next month and he can't walk unsupported. By all rights, Him and I should not be alive... Jon and I may have to have blood work done as well to see if we genetically gave him anything. I have Narcolepsy, which is a neurological brain disorder that screws with your sleep patterns. As a child, I would fall asleep for a fraction of a second while walking, and because of my hyperactive sense of balance, I would fall and injure myself. They are thinking Roman will walk by age 3, but he will be in therapy until he's 8-10 years old... Believe me, I'm worried about him, but he's the happiest kid I've ever seen bar none. He's so smart, that he has figured out how to be mobile without the use of his legs. Six months ago, he wanted off my mom's bed. He knew that he couldn't get down without getting hurt, so he threw all the pillows in the floor to cushion his fall. That's why I'm not stressing his condition yet, he seems to be happy with himself...
I just wish more people knew how to cope like that... Well, my rants over for now, I have stuff to do before Jon gets off work and we head back home... Six hours in the car... YAY! (Insert sarcasm here) Later all...
Onto another subject- I think my right ovary is starting to act up. I'm having hip cramps, mood swings, hot flashes, and craving roast beef- all things that only happened when my left ovary was dying. Believe me, I've been thinking Arby's way to much as of late- In fact, it's all I've wanted to eat... I feel like crap for the mood swings because I've lost it at people that didn't deserve it. Most of all I've been too tired to work on anything! My writing and crafting have both suffered greatly because of my mental fogginess...
Now onto the painful subject- Roman had to have blood work done a few days back to test for a neurological muscle tone disorder that I can't even began to pronounce. He's going to be 2 years old next month and he can't walk unsupported. By all rights, Him and I should not be alive... Jon and I may have to have blood work done as well to see if we genetically gave him anything. I have Narcolepsy, which is a neurological brain disorder that screws with your sleep patterns. As a child, I would fall asleep for a fraction of a second while walking, and because of my hyperactive sense of balance, I would fall and injure myself. They are thinking Roman will walk by age 3, but he will be in therapy until he's 8-10 years old... Believe me, I'm worried about him, but he's the happiest kid I've ever seen bar none. He's so smart, that he has figured out how to be mobile without the use of his legs. Six months ago, he wanted off my mom's bed. He knew that he couldn't get down without getting hurt, so he threw all the pillows in the floor to cushion his fall. That's why I'm not stressing his condition yet, he seems to be happy with himself...
I just wish more people knew how to cope like that... Well, my rants over for now, I have stuff to do before Jon gets off work and we head back home... Six hours in the car... YAY! (Insert sarcasm here) Later all...