6.23.2008 @ 3:55 PM

I reach from the depths of my soul and I find... a panda. I love pandas. They're majestic animals as well as being utterly lazy goofballs (Jack Black, anyone?). It occured to me one day -since I have lots of hours to think and reflect on in my day- that I am a panda. What do they do besides sleep and munch their bamboo? Not much. Same here!



Thus I've decided to do something with myself and put out my very own blog. For those of you who don't know I'm a Lyme-disease'd Leo with a strong sense of the Christian faith. I also enjoy strolls along the beach at sunset. [Kidding.] [Almost.] I own a Green Cheek (a tiny conure, relative to the parrot family) named Zepporah and my favorite color is: ...that's a trick question; I'm such an indecisive human being that I've never claimed a color as my favorite.



I think that's the general statistics. Female (if you haven't already guessed, in which case I'd like to virtually slap you upside the head - yes, I'm a girl!) with chronic illness, love for animals, Jesus, and no color in particular.



Right now it's 10 AM on a Sunday which means I'm not at church. It bothers me, yes but I have no energy or as my family and friends measure it -- I have negative spoons. Spoons are the variable by which I track my energy: most people (you healthy-as-horses people reading this) have unlimited spoons. Or at least the ability to replenish used spoons. Lymies have a set number of spoons, no way to replenish, and each everyday activity takes much more spoons than it does the average healthy-as-a-horse person. If you're still confused...

Read about how the Spoon Theory began


I'm too spoon-wasted to explain it much further... not to mention the domain ('youdontlooksick.com') is just too awesome. It'll inform you about my -and other- illnesses where you wouldn't know what the matter was (but there would be a lot the matter despite healthy-as-panda appearances).


I'm experiencing a slight headache smack beneath my right eyebrow but I think I'm going to push ahead and keep this up. It feels good to write and I haven't done so in quite a long time. Ah! I watched 10,000 BC last night. Decent movie with moving plot, but in my opinion you don't take anything home from it; like once it's done you don't think about it any more. This is not the case with Wall-E, which I also saw yesterday.



To clear this up: I like movies. I'm not obsessed -- I mean, what would you do if you have a few years' worth of time on your hands? Not to mention I love the way that little robot says, "Wuh-waaa-aaa-lee-eee". 10K BC you can skip unless you really want to know what wooly mammoths would look like in a moving herd via CG animation, but Wall-E is a must. Mostly because it puts people into two genre's. Those who were able to enjoy the film, and those for whom it fell flat. Hopefully you aren't the latter since it's a almost a new genre of movie and I really loved it. But I won't go and quote Wall-E until... at least a few days for spoilers' sake. [Kidding.] [I think.]


In the case of a miracle and there are relatives reading this blog then I'd like to explain my last doctor visit. I am hypoglycemic. Yeah, big words. It just means I need to be on a diet almost identical to a diebetic's but I can't go into things like sugar comas or whatever. (Although that almost sounds fun. Sugar coma. Right? Seriously, come on.) Anyway, so I'm off IV infusions for the next month. Instead I need to eat a lot of protein (like... steak or something, a lot of protein), very little carbs (a la' South Beach Diet), and no sugar unless I've got complex fibers and proteins alongside. As in, my doctor told me drinking orange juice in the morning -to hypoglycemics- is like downing poison. I am suddenly curious why I haven't already dropped dead. It seems with the amount of things the world and I are doing wrong I should be in the ground. (Like, as in dead in the ground.) But obviously my body isn't a quitter (my head however... does not appreciate this... headache still progressing...) and I'm fine. Eventually the doctor will do some stuff to pull out the heavy metals I have in my system and THEN we can get back to heavy-hitting with the treatment.


I also asked my doctor about the feasability of going to college in October '09 and she said there were good chances, so I'm still planning on coming to Chicago somewhat soon here. The Vet Tech program people have called me no less than 5 times trying to get my story straight: "Hello again, yes I know 2009 is a while off but I can't take the GED until I'm 18 years old. Hehe, yeah, you too... buh-bye!" Rinse, lather, repeat. I figure either they really want me in that school or they're desperate for students this year. I know I explained it to them (sometimes even the same person) at least three times. I guess I'm just glad they're showing interest... it gets my mind off my panda status, which so far is off the charts. I'm reclining to write this and as we speak am about to nod off. I was going to publish another paragraph for the Teens but-




Good.


Night.

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