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Writing Assignment brought to us by MamaKat (follow the link in my side column…haven’t figured out how to put it right in here yet!)

This weeks writing seems really hard to me! I was given a list of words and had to choose which one stood out to me more…

1.) Simple.
2.) Angsty.
3.) Excruciating.
5.) Bold.

First I thought simple…Whew, wouldn’t I love a simple life! Then enchanted…my love seems that magical! But the excruciating pain I have experienced in the last 6 months stood out the most!

Backtracking now… In 1996, I was involved in a pretty yucky car accident and had left shoulder pain since that time! Doctor’s never could provide me with any answers! I finally went to a pain management doctor who did more testing and come to find out that because of all the inflammation in my joint, I now had the joint of a 65 year old. Okay so that still does nothing for me or the pain. After years of treatments that seem to just mask the pain, I went to a different Orthopedic (in 2006) and he did some more testing and found that I had wore away part of my rotator cuff. I decided that I would proceed with surgery! I had no clue what I was getting myself into! They should have group before this type of surgery to explain ALL the pain you will experience and all the daily activities of normal living that you would NOT be able to do after the surgery! I could not pull my own pants up, wash my hair, shave and the list could go on and on! I was blessed to be a part of a family that was very helpful and I never went without and had all the help I needed during this time!

Okay, Okay….Fast forward to 2009! I became pregnant with my lil man! I was having more and more pain in my shoulder but didn’t bother talking to a doctor about it cause I knew there wasn’t anything that they could do! After having Aiden, I was breastfeeding so still no reason to  see any doctor…again nothing that they could do! At about 6 months my lil man started to wean himself :`( so I decided I would followup with a orthopedic in my new town. Yeah, the pain was worse and worse but I just thought it was nothing different than it had been over the last 14 years!  The doctoer ordered a special MRI, where I had to have dye injected directly into my joint prior to the MRI so that they could differentiate between scaring (from my previous surgery) and new injury. Got that done…Still hurting but I thought I just needed a cortisone injection and then I could go about my business for another couple years…LOL

It was a beautiful day in June…I was sitting at my desk at work when along came my orthopedic doctor…

Me: Hello Dr., How are you?

Him: Good, Did you get your results yet?

Me: Yes, I got the results and disc to bring to your office on Monday.

Him: Let me see the disc and I will give you your results right now!

So, I think awesome. I can be done with all this bother, get my shot and move on!

A few minutes later walks up my doc…

Him: Hmmm, Have you ever been told that you dislocated your shoulder?

Me: NO, Wouldn’t that hurt a LOT?!?!?!

So it seems that at some point I had dislocated my shoulder, tore my capsule and when the joint went back in to the socket, it went in all wonky. I had 2 fluid pockets on either side of the torn capsule.

I thought….When the hell did this happen?!?!?!?! You know on t.v. (lol), they show people with dislocated shoulder with the arm dangling all low and then screaming in excruciating pain as it gets put back into place!

So, I tell the doctor…No surgery for me and he proceeds to inform me that not having surgery is not an option!

WHAT??????? I went through that pain once and was not in the mood to deal with that again. Not to mention that now I have a 6mth old to care for. I was not ready to wean my baby completely and now your telling me I have to! UGH!!!!!

So I think I can hold out through the end of summer (yes, with my shoulder dislocated) until I had my surgery…That was a funny joke! Did I mention that I lift 10lb charts up and down all down from shelf to shelf for my work (at that time). I lasted 2wks before my boss told me not to come back to work until after I got my shoulder fixed. I can remember days where I would lift up the chart (thinking that all was good) only to feel my shoulder pop back out of place. This started to become a daily struggle and it was the most excruciating pain I had ever been in. Down to the core pain, that’s what I felt!

I had the surgery this past June and it was a painful experience but I made it through all the pain and misery and now I am working towards regaining my strength and praying that I will never experience that sort of excruciating pain again and would not wish that pain on anyone!!!!

July 2010

Fall for Me…

Thanks MamaKat for my mission. I choose to accept it!

2.) The perfect fall photo…share a picture that defines fall for you in your neck of the woods.

November at the Beach

Living in South Florida, we don’t have the pretty changing colors. Our color change is from green to brown…not so pretty!!! Fall for me means it starts to cool down…in the 80’s instead of the 90’s!!! We can still go to the beach, but the sun is so brutal! And we can even open the windows…some days (in the evenings!) I love our falls!!

There is one thing that is beautiful year-round here and that’s our beaches! We just went to the beach the other day. It was nice and breezy and we all got to play in the sand and water! It was a beautiful Florida fall day! I wouldn’t trade it for the world!

Luck or Divine Intervention?!?!?!?

Thanks MamaKat for the assignment and I chose to accept it! I know it’s the end of the day, but better late than never…LOL

I had a hard time thinking of something good to write and this was the only story that kept popping into my little head…LOL

I am still pregnant. It’s a beautiful day in South Florida. I run *I mean DRIVE* to the Publix that is down the street. No big deal. I can handle this…LOL! Did I mention that at this point severe pregnancy brain has set in and I probably should not be driving anymore!!! I get there safe and even make it through the grocery store unscathed. I load up the car and start my voyage home. I stop at the FIRST stop sign as the law AND common sense would tell you to do! And then I just keep driving…not paying attention to the rest of the stop signs in the parking lot! All of a sudden there is this woman honking at me and who knows what she is saying in her car. I am thankful that I couldn’t hear her. I thought to myself…what is this crazy woman’s problem??? I didn’t do anything wrong. I continued on my drive and then as I am looking in the rear view mirror and realize that I *yes ME* ran the stop sign. I felt horrible and then so relieved that I did not get t-boned by the car that I ran in front of… Some people might call this luck…but in my case (if you only knew my history…LOL) this is truly divine intervention. I had one insurance representative tell me that I like to drive by brail….LMBO…but it was very true! In one year I got into 3 car accidents…I thought they were going to take away my driver’s license and as much as I didn’t want that to happen, apparently I shouldn’t be out on the roads….I t has been almost 3 years since my last car accident and I am so grateful that I had a little divine intervention come and save me on this outing to Publix!!!!

Writing Assignment: I am praying for…

The prompt:

1.) Somebody I’m praying for….

Thanks MamaKatfor the assignment…And I chose to accept it!!!!

His name is Junior, at least to all of us close to him. He is a brilliant 5 year old little boy. His has an amazing supermom that I am lucky to have as a cousin. He has been ill for almost 3 months on and off and just doesn’t seem to be getting better. The doctors are perplexed with his signs and symptoms and don’t seem to be putting the big picture together until Tuesday his fever spiked and his white blood cells spiked to very high numbers. He was sent to the hospital to be admitted.

This is all the more terrifying because a few years ago my cousin’s daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor that originated from her ear. It ended up (after complete removal this last year being a benign tumor called a Schwannoma). They said that this did not necessarily mean that her other child would have the same thing, but they did testing back then to rule any out. His testing came back negative!

Tuesday, my cousin took her son to the doctor and there they advised her that they wanted to admit him and rule out a tumor (once again) or a blood condition like Leukemia….

His CT scan was done immediately, which came back negative for any tumors which is such a blessing. Also his testing for Leukemia was negative!!!! Yeah, but still Junior was sick.

Today, the doctor told her that they thought he had an autoimmune disease. They are going to refer him to an infectious disease doctor for follow up.

I am praying for his recovery and praying for the doctor’ ability to discover what is attacking his young body.

The day that ended my childhood…

This is my first “writing assignment” that was given by Mama Kat….So here goes =-)

“The day that ended my childhood!”

The year was 1987. I was in 7th grade. Nothing could ever happen to us…right?!?!? We lived in a world thinking that nothing could happen to us!

The day started as any other day would. I got up, ate breakfast and went on the bus to school. No one could have ever imagined what we would find out by the end of that day.

I don’t remember the time it happened… Our school went on lock down. There were rumors that a man had been spotted leering around our school. We didn’t really know what was happening and just carried about our day… The one thing that I knew is that my BESTEST friend in the whole world was not a school that day.

School got out and there were news cameras everywhere…and still we knew nothing!

Home with my parents, the news was on. My parents informed me that someone had been murdered and they were a student at our school. They were talking about how the murderer was seen at our school (or they thought it to be him, hiding). I do remember feeling a pain in my heart that was so deep…I just knew! My parents asked me if I knew of anyone that was not at school that day…. I told them it was Angeli…she wasn’t there!!

The feeling overwhelmed us all as if we just knew that it was Angeli that was gone forever.

My parents and her parents were good friends. We always did things together. BBQ’s, sleepovers, parties and more…Angeli and I were always together!!!

The next day at school, they did announce who was murdered and there were counseling available to all of us. I remember sitting in the gym with my classmates discussing what had happened. I was there in body, while my mind was far, far away.

More and more things were getting out about what happened. I was in disbelief that I would never see my best friend again. I had never had ANYONE that I remembered die and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

Her funeral came and that was the first time that I saw her family. I was incapable to go to the house where the horror occurred. The funeral was beautiful, sad and depressing all in one. My mother was with me and I remember her telling me that it was okay to cry…

After the funeral, we went to her house. It was the last time that I would ever be in her house. It was so strange to be there and she was not. I was uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to deal with all the sadness, anger, pain and sorrow that my 12 year old mind had been dealt.

To this day I have never ever fully been told what exactly happened to her. And I am not sure that I really want to. I know that a man broke into her house and her body was found in the woods behind her house. She had been raped and then brutally murdered.

The day that my best friend was taken from me so viciously was the day that my childhood ended. The days of feeling safe and fancy free were ripped out of me.