Well, here goes my whirlwind blogging again. I know that some people have actually been reading this so it has boistered my spirits about writing it at all.
Where to start is the hard part.
I think I'll just go back a week because nothing interesting happened before that. I was literally going crazy from being stuck in the house all the time but the weekend of August 11 and 12 was an interesting one.
Friday night my dad's parents arrived to stay with us for the weekend and I went shopping with my little brother's girlfriend, Hannah-Mae. It was absolutely pouring out but I think we still managed to have a pretty good time. I got a new back pack at Wal-Mart for under $10 and that made me happy enough.
Saturday, I went along for the show that was taking my brother's senior pictures. He's a funny kid and his pictures turned out pretty good but it took us the good portion of the day to get it that far. Unfortunately, through it all, I had a migraine, or whatever we want to call it now. Pain, is all I could think about.
Sunday came around and my head pounded away but I made it through. Thankfully we didn't do much on Sunday except hang out around the house so I read my book and slept mostly.
Tuesday sent me to the hospital because it hurt so bad butthat in itself was an adventure. They got the pain to go away for the most part and tried to knock me out with a butt load of drugs but I was wide awake and trying hard not to freak out becasue we know how much I "love" the hospital.
I got home afterward and slept through pretty much all of Wednesday. I got up so that dad could take me to renew my licence at the secretary of state in Clare. Someone gets a new licence in 2 and a half weeks..... and no one is excited about that at all......(sarcasm, just incase you missed it).
Thursday I had a doctor's appointment so that she could tell me what I already knew and give me more drugs so that hopefully, I'll be able to make it through this semester. I'm still waiting on word from any kind of neurologist at this point but when and if that happens I'm sure I'll just get more drugs and I'm really totally happy about this whole thing if you couldn't tell.
Sigh...
I just have to stop that rant before it goes much further.
So anyway, Mom and I left home Saturday morning driving to Jackson where we stopped to see Chris Temple and his buddies play that night. The music was great, like always, the food was good, but the people were a tad scary. If it weren't for the man in a kilt who decided to sit near mom and me, I probably would have been more inclined to stay for the entire show.
But no such luck has ever happened to me. Lyel just had to strike up a conversation with me and create a bubble of awkwardness that encompassed a five mile radius. He proceeded to tell me how he was a prison guard and had been in the marines where he got to travel a bit. That his wife had "set him free" three years ago and he was doing what his therapist told him to do by going out and having a good time......
I was thoughoughly creeped out.
We stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast that night since all the hotels were booked for the silly races at Michigan International Speedway. It was a homey sort of place built out of a converted barn and the owner lady was very sweet.
We had quiche for breakfast and blueberry coffee cake while the owner lady talked to us and we were seranaded by music that made me think of sitting out by the pool at my aunt and uncle's place.
We arrived at the French House, BGSU, around noon and slowly unpacked everything from the truck into my third floor room. Mom left me to unack after a tearful goodbye and I continued to trudge through unpacking all of my junk.
Then SURPRISE!
Aunt Jodie called and took me out for ice-cream. It was probably good for me not having my mind on all the things I needed to do before I went to bed that night.
We had a house dinner at 7 that lasted for a good long while because we were all talking and getting to know eachother and catching up on all of the things that happened over our summers.
I only have 2 classes on Mondays. So today I had Music 1900 (Learn to play guitar), and my Biology Lab where we learned to use a compound microscope....if it weren't for the great professor who was continuously making jokes, I might have pounded my head against the table.
Tomorrow I have the lecture for my Biology class, culture of Mexico and the Caribbean, peace and conflict studies, and roman studies. My international communtications class is taught online so I have to log on to that and make sure everything is okay but I don't think I'll have too much trouble with my classes this semester. I'm more worried about my health than my classes actually. I don't want to have to think about the things I do so much but I guess a little more effort in my life's affairs won't kill me in the long run ...
I think that's all I've got for now. With a broken camera, I can't show you how I've set up my room or the view out of my window but you'll have to trust me that it's decent for being a dorm room.
So until next post,
Blessed Be
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