stories of a real life wonder woman

But then I forgot to write them down...so I guess I will be writing about something else... I do want to post a few pictures... I get to see one of my brothers in this picture this week because I have classes on campus at U of I...I am not looking forward to the classes but I am looking forward to seeing him...I get to see Garrett...the one on my right...and yes Lance is wearing a shirt with kitties on it...the story behind this picture is that we were all outside getting ready to go in for the banquet and the guys escort the girls...Lance was escorting someone inside and he said he would come back out and get me because he wanted to escort me...so I was the last one out there waiting...and then he and Garrett came out of the dining hall at the same time and then raced to me...all the while Lance was yelling at Garrett and I was cracking up...they fake fought and then they both escorted me and Lance pretended to be mad...and I felt loved...also this was the only like three weeks af...

After my post last week a lot of people have been asking me how my birthday went...and it was really good... I spent the majority of the week doing nothing...when I started feeling bad about that or started making that mental to-do list...I told myself to knock it off because I need to learn how to rest...so I did...I ate a lot of food...watched quite a few movies...and enjoyed the fact that I am alive... On my actual birthday I felt well loved...I spent time with my family...a few of my friends called me which always makes em smile...my brother from the same womb did his normal text me early to wake me up and end the day by farting on me...wouldn't have it any other way... The majority of the week was easy going and fun...but I did still have a doctor's appointment I had to go to...and even though my doctor the week before didn't want to change my anti-rejection drugs...my other doctors did...so the one was increases...the one that makes me sick...so I have had diarr...

I must not be that good at explaining things or new people have come into my family...either way I am going to say something again that I have said many times...a kidney transplant is a treatment not a cure for kidney failure...yes I feel better than I have in a long time...but I will still always be on meds and going to the doctors office for check ups...and just like everyone else I will still have bad days...I have had some bad days this week...I can go quite a while feeling good but then I have a day or two where I don't feel good at all... because my body is still recovering...we are almost 3 months out from transplant...and although I am being called a star patient I still have healing to do...which means there will continue to be days where I don't feel good...days where I am in pain...and as always days where I don't want to get out of bed...but that could just be because I have a super comfortable bed and I hate mornings... I just had an appointment in Peoria wit...

Before I get to anything else I will say I have an appointment tomorrow to see my kidney doctor...I have been feeling ok for the most part...my meds have been making me sick occasionally but that's pretty normal for me...but I will be sharing that with my doctor and hopefully getting something fixed there...sometimes I think my body takes more of a beating from the meds than from being sick...but that's not really the truth since I would be dead without the meds...so I just have to deal with the side effects... Also before anything else...I want to thank everyone who commented on my picture I posted the other day...this one... You all know how to make a girl feel good...but let me say this...I don't want to be a model...I don't look good in everything I just don't buy or wear things I don't look good in...and I am glad I have finally become comfortable with my body because that was not always the case... I'm not really sure what I am supposed to wri...

I can't seem to get my thoughts together this week to write a post... I keep writing...editing...deleting...rewriting...deleting again...editing some more...only to decide it is all crap and delete everything...I have deleted multiple post in their entirety thus far... The reason for all of that is because of something I have been dealing with a lot this week...and that's doubt... This week I have been thinking about how people tell me I'm a good writer...or that I have a life changing story to tell...or that God has incredible plans for me...but so much of me is doubting that... I'm feeling a little lost...and oh my gosh I have been crying a lot... It doesn't help that this week I started classes and well I am disappointed...last semester I passed with great grades and I barely tired...wrote papers at the last minute...didn't pay attention in class...the usual for me...and I hated it...I thought getting my master's was going to be a lot harder and...