stories of a real life wonder woman

Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll. Ok I know it's after thanksgiving but still - It is always good to give thanks. I am thankful I got some time back home and I got to see quite a few people that I love. Always does my heart good to be reminded that I am deeply cared for. And though that always makes me harder for me to leave it also makes me appreciate those people even more. I just happen to think I know the best people - but really I think the secret to that is I know me and have tried to surround myself with the best people for me. People who are encouraging and who correct me in love. People who see the best in me even when I don't. People who aren't afraid to get a little dirty when life gets messy. I am also thankful for my job. I still had to work three days this week and in those three days I was amazed by how much I got done. Amazed by how far I have come in what I am working on and even since I started this job. I was trying to think the other night how to descr

I haven't made a decision yet on what to do with my blog - so no decision currently means I will keep posting even if I am not really sure what I should post about. This weekend as it has gotten colder I was reminded about how one of my least favorite things about being sick is having to do early morning blood tests when it's cold out. I mean blood tests already suck then add in all the scar tissue that has built up in my arms making needles going in them hurt more then add in early mornings then add in cold. That all makes it very hard to find motivation to do them at all. But I did this weekend when it was super windy. Also I say one of my least favorite because there are a lot of things I don't like about being sick. Something interesting that happened this week that I am still trying to wrap my head around is this - a stranger told me that I deserved a raise. Well sort of a stranger. I have been talking to an appraiser about a collection we recently received. Becaus

Hi all, First - I want to say I have been having a hard time for over a month or so with my blog. What I mean by that is I often feel like what do I write about. And I often feel like why am I writing. I started this blog as a way to help keep people updated with what was going on with my health. But now there is not much to update people about. And as I may have mentioned before I have been putting a lot of pressure on myself to write things that feel like they are more powerful or meaningful than just some random thoughts of mine. And I start to think that I should maybe comment on things I know nothing about and as such have no right to comment about. And so I am often left thinking - what am I doing? I think sometimes I get a post or two right but most of the time I feel like I am just spewing nonsense - pouring my thoughts and emotions into something that doesn't get read. And so I am trying to decide what that means is next. What that means in terms of me writing th

First - I am not and have never been a baseball fan. I just think it's a slow moving game. Some people disagree and that's ok. But I am a history fan and so at first on Wednesday I was reading people's posts about game 7. While doing so I laughed at myself that my TV same like ten steps away and not on and about how no matter what this was a historic game. So I got out of bed and caught the last 5 minutes of the game. And I am glad I did and not just because I wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon but because it's one of those events where I thought this story will be told and I was alive during it. I think that a lot because a lot is going on in our world that we are currently alive for. I think that's cool and also sort of a big deal. And it was nice Wednesday for it to be something good and not something tragic as it so often is. Second - Evidently people don't quite understand what I mean when I say I don't sleep or when I say I have insomnia. W