Random Life As I Know It

While I’ve Been Away

So the other day I was thinking about how things are finally getting better for me. For one thing, I graduated from college three weeks ago. Considering that I started in 1991, the fact that I finally finished is no small feat for me. Seriously. I am so proud of myself and I am not afraid to admit it. My kids came to watch me and cheered me on as I walked across the podium. That was pretty cool.

My final semester as an underclassman was probably the best semester I’ve ever had. In fact, I missed straight A’s by literally 0.1%. I could just shrug it off and say that the classes were super easy; but I won’t. Because I worked hard and as a result I got good grades. Imagine that!

The best part of it is that I took classes that challenged me and yet, were still fun to take. I took a creative writing class that I absolutely loved, and my professor recommended that I turn one of my stories into a full fledged novel, either non-fiction or in a fiction way. Either way, it’s a story that needs to be told.

Also, other things-situations that I am hesitant to blog about on a public forum-are finally settling down.This is a good thing. In the past couple of years I have dumped thousands of dollars into attorneys fees. This is one thing that appears to be changing.I hope so.

So as I was thinking about all of this the other day, I was thinking about how, for the first time in a long time, I can honestly say that I am happy, and am truly content with my life. I like where I live, I like my job, I like my life, and yes, I am happy.


The other day I received a phone call. A few months ago I was having some really weird symptoms. Long story short, I was referred to a neurologist, who has been ordering all sorts of testing on me. Most recently, I had an MRI of my brain and thoracic spine and a bunch of lab work that required a lot of tubes of blood. Being the hypochondriac that I tend to be, I had already googled my symptoms and therefore already knew what my doctor was trying to rule out or diagnose. There is a reason why doctors will advise you against googling your symptoms. You can really freak yourself out.

But then what if your fears turn into reality, and it turns out that you’re really sick after all?

I am not quite ready to write about my likely diagnosis. For one thing, I have more testing that I need to go through before my neurologist will confirm my diagnosis. All I know, is that my life is about to go on one heck of a roller coaster ride, and I can’t wrap my mind around what my future might hold for me.

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