and (as of saturday) a college graduate! more pictures on that to come...
Monday, May 19, 2008
pretty sure my husband is wonderful
and handsome.
and (as of saturday) a college graduate! more pictures on that to come...
and (as of saturday) a college graduate! more pictures on that to come...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
DONE!
all student-ly duties for Spring 2008 semester are officially completed.
if i didn't feel so exhausted and have such a headache, there would be frolicking of sorts.
conversation with jesse
b: missy says that i need to destress and be treated like a queen
j: yeah? i think she's onto something
b: really?!? (look of excited anticipation)
j: ... yeah... MUTINY!
if i didn't feel so exhausted and have such a headache, there would be frolicking of sorts.
conversation with jesse
b: missy says that i need to destress and be treated like a queen
j: yeah? i think she's onto something
b: really?!? (look of excited anticipation)
j: ... yeah... MUTINY!
Monday, May 5, 2008
the final nail in the coffin
alright, so all things considered, i have been blessed with really great health.
sure, i have the diabetes (to be pronounced dī-ǝ-bē-dǝs), but considering the amount of crap i eat, i think i have been pretty lucky thus far with all of that. i haven't complained about making myself bleed 4-5 times a day or giving myself injections, so i feel i'm entitled to one small rant.
with that in mind, allow me to complain for just a moment about my miniscule trial and tribulation this week. in addition to digging deep for motivation to finish the semester (one more week! surely i can do this?), i have been dealing with an infected fingernail since november--i suppose i should have started this blog as a cautionary tale of home manicures. however, my doctors assure me that as a diabetic i am particularly prone to infections, so you are all likely fine. my run-of-the-mill infection caused a fungal infection (grossed out yet?), and 85% of my fingernail has since fallen off.
it's hideous, but it is my cross to bear.
i have gone to the student health center four times for my stupid right-hand ring finger, and over spring break i finally got some meds (of course, i had to pay full price for the meds because insurance companies hate me). so, not only are these pills potent in my mouth and cause all items coming out of my body to take on a distinctly musty smell (alright, now you're hitting the grossed out point), this past week i have lost the sense of taste!
TASTE.
i taste nothing. for a few days i could slightly taste salt and vinegar potato chips, but i can't even taste that any more. i have been trying all kinds of different things, supposing that perhaps my palate was simply limited. nothing. no spice. no sweetness. i couldn't even taste the doritos i bought out of the vending machine in a moment of desperation.
sure, i have the diabetes (to be pronounced dī-ǝ-bē-dǝs), but considering the amount of crap i eat, i think i have been pretty lucky thus far with all of that. i haven't complained about making myself bleed 4-5 times a day or giving myself injections, so i feel i'm entitled to one small rant.
with that in mind, allow me to complain for just a moment about my miniscule trial and tribulation this week. in addition to digging deep for motivation to finish the semester (one more week! surely i can do this?), i have been dealing with an infected fingernail since november--i suppose i should have started this blog as a cautionary tale of home manicures. however, my doctors assure me that as a diabetic i am particularly prone to infections, so you are all likely fine. my run-of-the-mill infection caused a fungal infection (grossed out yet?), and 85% of my fingernail has since fallen off.
it's hideous, but it is my cross to bear.
i have gone to the student health center four times for my stupid right-hand ring finger, and over spring break i finally got some meds (of course, i had to pay full price for the meds because insurance companies hate me). so, not only are these pills potent in my mouth and cause all items coming out of my body to take on a distinctly musty smell (alright, now you're hitting the grossed out point), this past week i have lost the sense of taste!
TASTE.
i taste nothing. for a few days i could slightly taste salt and vinegar potato chips, but i can't even taste that any more. i have been trying all kinds of different things, supposing that perhaps my palate was simply limited. nothing. no spice. no sweetness. i couldn't even taste the doritos i bought out of the vending machine in a moment of desperation.
Exhibit A: Happy Boo after enjoying a tasty meal (and some wonderful company). This joy may never manifest itself again; I just wanted to give everyone a chance to say goodbye.
supposedly it's temporary. in the long run it's inconsequential, but i am going crazy. if i am still running on four senses for the remainder of my treatment (at least another two months), i may need to be institutionalized.
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