Monday, December 28, 2015

Day Twenty-two (a six day jump): New Year

Christmas was emotional.

This morning, I was contemplating on the last five days of Christmas vacation and just could not come up with something to write about.  Scratch that.  I could, very easily.  But it would have been forced.  I was grasping for a topic that was sitting on my heart, pulling me into whatever emotion I am and have been feeling.  There's nothing.  I don't feel strong in this moment.  I feel like I want to crawl into a cocoon and sleep.
As I'm going through the above process slowly this morning, I think to myself - "Well, it's almost the new year."
I then realize -"What is this fallacy we've created?"


This.





















I're practically worshiped this concept.  Relying so heavily on it's empty promise.  
This morning, I ridiculed myself over this idea.  Because it's not the truth.
I'll wake up on January 1st, 2016 feeling the same way that I do today.  It's another day in another month in another year.  There are great things to look forward to in 2016.  But, there are also heavy things, full of sorrow.  Those moments where you can literally feel your youth and naive innocence being stolen from you?  Yeah, this is one of them.  Reality is pushing me into a world that carries far more devastation than it does hope.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Day Sixteen: Christmas

Honestly, with everything happening, I haven't even taken a minute to enjoy this wonderful time of year.  Easily my favorite season, I pursue every outlet I can find to surround myself in Christmas cheer and warmth.  Ask Steven...he finds it ridiculous. ;)
This year, I put the tree up later than usual and have completely forgotten to even notice it.  I'm saddened that this season will already be over in three short days.

TIME TO TAKE A MINUTE AND APPRECIATE THE TWINKLING LIGHTS:
Thumby appreciating Christmas.

























Christmas spirit at Good Samaritan Pet Doctor.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Day Thirteen, Fourteen and Fifteen: My Guard Rabbit

We had a busy weekend!
I spent the night in Lincoln on Friday.  We then went to the Lied Lodge in Nebraska City to celebrate Cindy's birthday!  If you ever have a chance to visit, do so!  It was beautiful!








(*Oops, a bit blurry.)








Onto our topic!  As many may know, I have a pet rabbit formally known as Babs, though she goes by many names.  


Here she is three years ago when I first adopted her:













Isn't she cute?  
She is my first pet that I've raised on my own, my first fur-love.  Of course now I have adopted a small farm.  #animalsciencemajor

A lot of people don't realize what a joy a rabbit can be.  This little fuzz ball absolutely ADORES people.  Wants to be around us always, loves head nuzzles, follows Steven around like a dog.  She's extremely self-sufficient but would be oh-so lonely without daily lovin's.  

This rabbit, however, has another personality trait that I never expected when I adopted her to keep me company in my first studio apartment in a less than classy part of town.  She's protected me on more than one occasion.

One of the scariest moments of my life:
I'm up studying well past midnight in my "less-than-one-bedroom" apartment when all of a sudden this rabbits thumps.  Loudly.  

*In case you didn't know, rabbits thump their hind feet to signal danger. Rabbits aren't very vocal so thumping is their way of communicating. Usually this means they have heard something odd and it could be potentially harmful.*

My blood ran cold as I could barely make out the sound of fingernails scratching on my door just a few feet from my bed.  Without processing my actions, I jumped up, threw on the light and looked out the peep hole.  I saw a man sitting crossed legged on the ground facing my door.  He looked down and said, "I can see you."  This was him referencing the shadow my light had created.  Quickly turning off my light, I proceeded to call Steven and then the police while this man, whom I didn't know, continued to scratch my door and speak gibberish.  I listened for what seemed like hours until he was finally arrested and I was able to slow down my heart rate.  It was after everything was said and done that I realized the rabbit had been thumping throughout the whole experience.  

I decided to focus on my Foof today as when we returned from our weekend away, she was in need of immediate attention.  Steven and I spent the whole night feeding our little critter and listening for any and all movement from her cage.  After a dosage of pain medication and some hardcore TLC, she's doing much better today.  For a second, I thought I was going to loose this little guard rabbit of mine.

In honor of that, here is every picture known of our "Squirt Ferdman".

Easter bunny!


2014



2015





Back in the days of our long distance relationship

 











Friday, December 18, 2015

Day Twelve: Remembering 21

I've simmered down with age.  Along came Steven, stability, patience, reasoning and all, and I found myself nestling into a different lifestyle.  I know it sounds so typical.  I was young, wild and free before him.  And it's the truth.  Now, however, I'd much rather lay down to sleep at night next to someone who helps me realize my potential and loves me for who I am than I ever would closing out a bar.
My Maid of Honor's birthday is tomorrow and we're going out tonight!
I'm chuckling to myself as I stress over what to wear and how to act.  I'm proud that I don't remember.  And that any other night I'd rather be at home cuddled under a blanket with my love, my over sized Chiweenie, my furnace of a feline and my flopsy-mopsy bun.

Cheers to 24, best friend!  

I LOVE being able to help you celebrate.  You bring so much joy into my life.
I'll be right back.  I have to shake the dust off of my dancing shoes. :)

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Day Eleven: Healing

Earlier this year, I became very ill very quickly.  My symptoms began as back pain, which I disregarded because my current job was physically demanding at times.  The pain was so specific and so intense that after about a week of home remedies and attempting to rest, I gave in to see what was the first of a few doctors.  I was told I strained a muscle, was given several heavy medications and sent on my way.  Through the course of those medications, other symptoms began to appear and escalate quickly.  I was feeling pain in another targeted area of my back, I had a headache that was impossibly stubborn, my ears were pulsating so loudly that I couldn't hear most of my surroundings, I was vomiting or otherwise nauseous, I couldn't keep the shades open and finally, I began to black out and lose my vision entirely for seconds at a time.  Upon my third visit to the E.R. in 3 days (and many, many tests later), I was taken back for a spinal tap.  They diagnosed my condition based upon the pressure of the fluid within my spinal column, as well as several other factors.  After removing 25 milliliters of spinal fluid, I was on strict bed rest and immediately prescribed drug to aid my recovery.  My vision was heavily damaged and I had blind spots that covered my entire peripheral vision.  There was a large risk of me losing my vision permanently.

I was diagnosed with what is called psuedotumor cerebri and was a textbook example.


"Pseudotumor cerebri signs and symptoms may include:
  • Moderate to severe headaches that may originate behind your eyes and worsen with eye movement
  • Ringing in the ears that pulses in time with your heartbeat (pulsatile tinnitus)
  • Nausea, vomiting or dizziness
  • Blurred or dimmed vision
  • Brief episodes of blindness, lasting only a few seconds and affecting one or both eyes (visual obscurations)
  • Difficulty seeing to the side
  • Double vision (diplopia)
  • Seeing light flashes (photopsia)
  • Neck, shoulder or back pain
The exact cause of pseudotumor cerebri in most individuals is unknown, but it may be linked to an excess amount of cerebrospinal fluid within the bony confines of your skull.
Your brain and spinal cord are surrounded by cerebrospinal fluid, which acts like a cushion to protect these vital tissues from injury. This fluid is produced in the brain and eventually is absorbed into the bloodstream. The increased intracranial pressure of pseudotumor cerebri may be a result of a problem in this absorption process.
In general, your intracranial pressure increases when the contents of your skull exceed its capacity. For example, a brain tumor generally increases your intracranial pressure because there's no room for the tumor. The same thing happens if your brain swells or if you have too much cerebrospinal fluid." *
My brain was reacting as if I had a brain tumor.  Thus, necessary tests were completed to prove otherwise.  (*A moment of praise*)
$700 per bottle later (containing less than a one month supply), the drug immediately prescribed to me was a diuretic used for glaucoma.  It is designed to reduce the production of fluid/aid in resolving fluid retention.  I was very sick and my fingers and toes went completely numb constantly.  
I've since been to MANY eye exams.  Very routinely.  I have completed full scale tests that I honestly didn't even know existed.  And now I've done each of them...several times.  I've had the placement of a spinal fluid shunt threatened two times, as my symptoms were not improving as well as they should have been.  
I'm writing this post because this all happened to me at the end of January 2015.  After an exam several weeks ago, I was told my condition has gone into remission and have begun the process of weaning off of my medication.  I am now wearing corrective lenses that not only fine tune my vision, but also cut out a type of light that I've grown overly sensitive to.  I was able to sit with my neuro-ophthalmologist and compare my results from eleven months ago.  No swelling is present on my optic nerve and my blind spots have decreased dramatically.  

I am healing.

I cannot express how grateful I am.  My mom, whom was ironically diagnosed with the same "idiopathic" condition at my age, has literally carried my through this journey as I could not carry myself.  Steven has cradled me and sat in waiting rooms longer than any person should ever have to.  
I am so blessed. 
I now begin a journey that includes panic attacks at any sign of a headache.  
So it goes. :)

*http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/pseudotumor-cerebri/basics/causes/con-20028792

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Days Eight, Nine and Ten: The Busier the Better

Ah, I got off track.  Thankfully, the causation for my deterrence and today's topic are the same.

Being busy.



Lot's of surgery, lots of errands, lots of wedding stuff, lots of family stuff, lots of Christmas stuff....I could go on and on.  

But really, I just needed to take a moment and express how content I am just simply being busy.
Today, my heart is satisfied.
<3


Saturday, December 12, 2015

Day Seven: Dreams

It's a simple one today.

Dreams.


I have such vivid dreams.  It literally takes me several hours to shake off the false images that attempted to grip into my soul as memories.

I had a dream last night about an old friend.  Someone whom I owe much of my life, wisdom and love to.  I haven't been able to hug this friend of mine for several years.  How is that possible?  The endless sea is our culprit.  I cannot explain the feeling of relief that washed over me as soon as I saw him.  He was walking towards me, as I was neck deep in murky water, apparently in some sort of personal turmoil.  It felt like my first gasp for air; as if I've been holding my breath much longer than humanly possible.  I can't remember much else of the dream, besides him supporting me in the crook of his shoulder as we walked out of the water together.  I woke up with this vision so fresh in my mind.  Having not been real, tears came instantly.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Day Six: Untitled

This post is going to be very honest.*  


Steven's mother was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer in September.  We received knowledge yesterday that her hospice nurses believe her time will come to an end three painfully short weeks into the new year.  While I'm typing this, making the statement more real, my jaw is clenched and I'm grinding my teeth.  There is no humanly way that this is possible.
This family is made up of some of the strongest people I know.  They, we, put on a brave face everyday and proceed to do anything and everything possible to not show how much we are hurting.
Being made aware of a cancer is one emotion.
Being given a specific and gut-wrenchingly close deadline is every emotion.
It's everything.  It's your heart breaking over Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving...hell, even Columbus Day without her.  It's the overwhelming sadness in understanding that your children will never get to sit and play with their grandmother, our pillar of love.  It's planning a wedding at a distance, because it is what's best, yet desperately needing affirmation of her presence.  It's the ring on my finger that makes me feel so entirely loved.  It's Steven, his strength and his ability to handle sorrow and grief with nobility and grace.  It's too much, yet not nearly enough.
I have to tell you that no matter how many books, movies and self-help articles I've encountered involving these circumstances, nothing prepares for the weight of life ending far too soon.



*Everyday, I am changing the rules of this blog.  So it goes.  Today, this blog is my journal.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Day Four and Five: Hugs

I have to be honest.  I am not at all interested in writing this today.  There have been way more negative emotions flowing through me the last two days than positive.  It took an enormous amount of energy to even settle on a topic.
But, hugs it is.

I've always been a hugger.  UWP did that for me.
Most people find the actual hug to be the awkward encounter.  I, on the other hand, find the awkwardness occurs when I want to hug longer but the hug is already over.  I crave that embrace every day.  Thankfully, I have a certain someone in my life whose hugs are magic.  They are a cure all, a safe zone.
I can't wait to get home to him.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Day Three: Sunshine

Look at me!  Here I am again!  For the SECOND day in a row!
Let's begin...

I am thankful for

  the sun.


In many ways.

I woke up, ready to watch the sunrise from my desk (yes, I am at work that early).  It never came, however.  Unexpectedly cloudy.  I noted this and felt sadness.  I was so ready to see the beauty and feel the warmth.  I could literally feel sadness attempting to permeate.  The weight of my world becoming present.
As I sat doing my work, I all of a sudden felt rays on my arms and noticed the color of the room.
There it was, the sustenance I was craving.
How crazy is this?  That something so simple and uncontrollable was directing my morning day outlook.

I rely on the sun's continuity and warmth.  It's never changing, regardless of the circumstances that surround it.  

In this, I find peace.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Day Two: New Rules

As I said, I am HORRIBLE at blogging.  I started the blog on Friday, stating I would post every day.  Saturday and Sunday came and went without the laptop even opening.  But, I suppose I shouldn't be too disheartened.  A day without electronics is a good day in my books.  Our eyes and heads are too full of the waves anyway.

Rant interruption:  I've changed the rules of this blog.



I started off 2015 promising myself it would be a better year.  A year full of happiness, attitude adjustments, relationship goals, love, hope and healing.  While I understand our happiness and the state of our world relies about 90% on our reactions, this year has a record breaking heartache.

It. Has. Been. Hard.


The hardest year of my life.
The most devastating.  The most stressful.  Full of sorrow.  Full of tears.  Drenched with anger, bitterness and hurt.
Yet, here I stand.  Feeling powerful.  As if I have learned, grown, received these situations and made them a part of my soul.  They are now pieces of the puzzle that is me.

That being said, I cannot dwell on negatives.  I just cannot.  My head is so utterly full of them.  I can't add more fuel to the fire by expelling more negativity into the universe via my mediocre writing and "poor us" attitude.
This will be a blog of positives.
Because I need it to be.  We need it to be.
So here goes:

After receiving, yet again, some life-altering news on Friday, we had the most relaxing weekend I can remember in too long.  I read two books, good books.  Steven got to put in many hours of video games.



Side note:  If you like mystery/thrillers, these were good.


















Our vices were utilized and our thirst for comfort, familiarity was quenched.  I looked at him and felt so much love, so deeply within my soul.  I've never loved another human more.  My heart is so full of hope, even though it's been trodden on over and over again throughout the year.  I got to sit around, escape into words and kiss this man of my dreams all weekend.

We will make it through this.  Not only this, but everything.  

Friday, December 4, 2015

Day One: Introduction

Well.  Here I am.

Attempting this "blogging thing" yet again.
I'm not very good at blogging.  I've proven that to myself several times.  I am making a commitment to myself, however.

 I have a terrible memory, in case you didn't know.  A terrible memory, emotions that control my whole being and panic attacks.  That's me.

Everyday, I will write one post.  The length of the post will fluctuate; there are no rules.  My posts will regard one observance of the day, be it negative or positive.  For those who are about to enter, please do not be offended.  This is my mind poured into a computer.  I'm naked in front of a crowd.  My thoughts are racing.   "How do I proceed with this and not exploit myself?"  "How do I stay genuine to what I want to say without fear of embarrassment?"  "How do I explain that I am doing this primarily for me?"  "Will I even make sense?  Probably not..."

Here goes:

My observance for the day is that I am having trouble with communication.  I crave interaction.  As much of an anti-social pessimist as I am, I cannot go a day without having a riveting, opinion-saturated conversation.  I find flaw in this as much as I find beauty.  I pride myself in wanting to open those doors and help others find the handle.  

But, at this current second, I am so wound tight.  Reaching for any and all communication I can gather.  Because, there's something missing.  My wheels aren't turning, my imagination is not present.  I am so utterly frustrated by this.  I'm binding myself permanently to a dead end.  I need mental stimulation before I explode.  Before I lace my  words with venom one more time.  Because it feels like I'm being shoved into a box, a mold.  And, well, we just can't have that....