Help the Kelp
I had a dream this morning that I went back to Abilene. The first thing I did was go to the grocery store to look for food I am allowed to eat. I went to the bakery to read the labels on the breads, and I either couldn't have them, or they didn't have labels with ingredients on them. Then I thought I would at least get some tuna if they had any of the brand I can have, but of course they didn't have any tuna at all!
After that, I woke up (in my dream) and realized it was time for chapel. I ran into my mom and her quilt friends (who all happened to be in Abilene for some reason) and told them where I was going. They told me it was 11:30 and I had missed it! Then I thought I would at least try to go to band, even though my pain was bad. Then I realized they would be marching outside! There was no way I could handle that!
Then I sat down and decided that 15 hours (or whatever I was signed up for) was too heavy a load. I began to plan to drop classes to where I would only be taking 1 or 2 for the semester.
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I'm always bummed when I have dreams about IC and pain. My only true escape from the pain is usually sleep, so I don't like to be reminded!
Other than my cruddy dream-life, things have been going okay. My mom just brought me home 2 (count them - 2!) kinds of animal crackers that are IC-friendly. Mmm mmm mmm.
I ate 2 Skittles the other day (not IC-friendly of course) and they were pure bliss. Oh how I miss candy like that!
The best news of course is that I got in to see a pain management doctor who specializes in IC. Julia read up on him and found out that he just moved from Tennessee to Colorado this past January - right when I started to get sick! I know that God is taking care of me and I am so thankful to Him for this appointment. It is July 24th, so I would love for prayers that it goes well.
Who reads this blog anyways? I always run into people who say they read it and I think, "really???". So don't be shy, leave a comment if you want so I know who's out there. That way I won't accidentally say anything bad about you on here. Or maybe I will just feel more free to hassle you. We'll see.
6 Comments:
Sometimes your dad reads your blog.
you are more than welcome to say bad things about me on your blog anytime.
You know I'm a fan of the Lisa blogging!
I love you, Lis and I've missed you! Call when you're feeling up to it and we'll get together!
Hugs,
Stace
phone booth junkies!
How coincidental is this?
Who reads this blog anyways? I always run into people who say they read it and I think, "really???". So don't be shy, leave a comment if you want so I know who's out there. That way I won't accidentally say anything bad about you on here. Or maybe I will just feel more free to hassle you. We'll see.
We're living parallel lives in that regard - though I think I've probably already made the "accidental" type post.
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