A Month of Updates

*Walks into the room, and comes up to the lone person in the room and shakes her hand* Wow ____! It's been a long time hasn't it! *The person looks at her awkwardly, then reminds me that I'm looking into a mirror*

Ok so it really has been a long time hasn't it? But can you blame me? I'm extraordinarily busy, I've got a great job, spends lots of time with my family, and am making great strides both politically and socially.

Lying to you doesn't work either? Damn, I've got to work on my skills...

Seriously, I know it's been a long time, and you can fault me for that, but this is my blog, and there's no one reading this, so why find any fault in it at all!

I had to look back at past entries to remember where in the story of my life I was. Now, let's quickly update you:

1. Social Security still sucks. My back money will probably equal around ten thousand dollars. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I should be happy with ten thousand dollars, that you will give your left foot just to have a tenth of that. But then you have to remember: I have very little bills, no car to pay for, no kids, no mortgage, not even the tiniest of apartments to pay for. So when you look at all that I don't have you realize that there's not much left for me to spend it on. Ten thousand dollars is not enough for a car, a house, or much of any of the things that I really want in this life. So I'm left with about nine months (they don't let you keep the ten thousand and then put it away for a rainy day. oh no, that would make too much sense) to spend the money on things that while they are cool to have, don't really help me get what I really need. So here are the things I can think of to spend it on:
a) A really nice sewing machine. And if I work on it right, that just might help me get the things I want. I'm looking into trying to sell the stuff I make, as well as offering people to make things for them. At the same time, even if this doesn't result in any kind of a job, I could still make my own clothes and not have to spend money on them...
b) A large easel. This might also help me in my future endeavors. I have enrolled in an art school, and will be working towards getting a certificate in interior design. Can a certificate, which is worth less then an associates degree, help me in the long run? Who knows, but the classes will still give me a chance to get out of the house and learn new things, and who can spit at that?
c) Art school. Already explained that...
d) Supplies needed to help me make things with the sewing machine and large easel, and anything I need for school
And guess what ladies and gentlemen...that's it, that's all I can think of to spend ten thousand dollars on. I bet even if the supplies, easel, and sewing machine are REALLY high quality, I'll still have about seven or eight thousand dollars left to spend on junk, and I don't want junk!

2. The pain is back. Not to the same degree it was when I started the oxygen treatment, most of the time I'm still at a four or five on the one to ten scale, but there are days when it jumps to a ten, and I also have a new pain in my hips that despite what my doctor and nurse practitioner has said, I don't believe that pain is RSD related. Other health related issues includes a swollen stomach. The middle of my stomach has always been raised, but not like this. And the "modeling", or the discoloration that is always on my extremities, is now on my stomach. My mom has talked to the nurse practitioner and she wants me to see a doctor in the same office just in case it's not RSD. That's the thing with RSD; if another health problem arises, you have to make sure it's not something else besides it. And when it comes to things like my stomach swelling, I really do hope it's just RSD. At least I know how to deal with that. At the same time it's really hard to deal with the fact that despite my small frame, I'm wearing a size ten pants. While there are many people much heavier then I am, I have always thought that one of the few things I had going on for me physically was my body, and now I may have lost that...

3. The problem with my sister (N) has been one hill on the great roller coaster of life after another. One week she's clean, the next week she's using. Right now she tells us that while she's trying not to use, she refuses to go to any type of therapy, be it AA, or an individual psychologist or psychiatrist, because "they make her sad". In my opinion if she's ever going to beat this thing she's going to have to confront the reasons why she is the way she is. Maybe I'm wrong and the way she grew up has no bearing on who she is (as I've heard more then once out of the mouth of psychologist majors), but like I've said before, that's a bigger load of crap then I've ever cleaned up from our biggest dog yet.

In completely new news, I have bought my own pet rabbit. Her name is Cookie and she's mostly white with black spots (someone told me she looks like cookies and cream ice cream, which while the reason we named her cookie was b/c we thought she looks like an Oreo, she doesn't have enough black in her so the cookies and cream analogy makes more sense). We don't know how old she is (the pet store told us she is under a year old), but I think she is very much a baby. In the coming weeks, months, and years I will probably tell you all about her antics (like the fact that since baby rabbits aren't quite sure how to hop correctly, every now and then when she's out of her cage she will spring up into the air to feet twice her size, it's really quite a sight, and I think I'll miss it when she gets older), now is not the time to get into them since I have bored you far too long today to go any further.

*She stands back, looks at all the writing on the mirror, walls, ceiling, and floor, and declares that now she has fully updated the cavern of stories of her life, and walks out, leaving the writing on the wall behind her, and whispers a happy* Blessed be