TIME WARP!!!

So....
Where should I begin?
This was supposed to be posted two weeks ago.
Hi, It's been awhile, and things have been hectic.

I've gone from this:

To this!

Yes my hair is currently red and purpl'y pink, in nearly an hour it'll have quite a splash of blue in it!
I've found that dying my hair has helped me to cope with everything that has been going on in the past year. I've moved, I'm working about 6 days a week with two jobs. I'm in a steady relationship. I'm beginning to establish myself as an adult in society.

Then my dad calls.
He left a message.
I'm not ready to talk to him yet.
Every time I think about it I go on the defensive, I start to have anxiety and I start yelling in my head.
Sometimes I yell outside of my head too. The many things I have to say are not pleasant.
My mother chose a relationship with him as the one that held the most space inside of her. I wonder what will happen to her if/when she realizes that her husband has distorted his family's point of view of the world. I am attempting to preserve what sanity I have left by removing myself from the equation. I made my choice, I do not wish to endanger my peace of mind by compromising my privacy, but I would like his "REIGN OF TERROR" to end with my departure. He has abused his family significantly over the years, insisting that our survival consists solely of his being our beneficiary. He has claimed to have raised us to be individuals capable of taking care of ourselves,
Congrats, we are, we could have learned this without your verbal, mental and physical abuse.


I was born for a purpose, and I must pursue that purpose, even if it gets painful along the way.

Hmmmm

STRESS

is starting

to get to

me

I wish it 

wouldn't

but some-

times it

must

just to 

be 

contrary.

Then

I have

anxiety

and 

depression

which leave

me feeling

quite

numb

to most

things

I'm fairly 

frustrated

with it

all.

Watchit!

Just watch.

Purple Hair, Luggage, and Timing

So... I'm moving again,  bouncing from place to place, that's why I haven't been so able to post for oh so long!
I'm pairing down my things, preparing for the journeys I'm to go through, and...
Helping my sweetie fix his car! God is so good! He has provided an income to allow me to help make sure that things keep moving, literally! I have also had the opportunity to purchase a pair of danceco shoes that allow me to walk long distances, and stand comfortably when I am going to and fro.
I have quite possibly one of the best jobs EVER, and I work with a large number of highly intelligent people. I get to look at pictures of roofs all day long and look for missing houses, which oddly enough, there are a surprising number of!
I'm going to be living closer to Seattle for three months, then I think I'll go on an adventure afterwards, (if work permits) if not, then I'll be working and keeping busy to save up for a vehicular purchase. I've got a long way to go!
I have a plan.
It has been said that it cannot be done...
But I will see whether or not it is possible.
Perhaps not now, perhaps not here, and perhaps not what you might think I would be up to...
But I'll see what happens in the near future.
There is so much more I have to learn!

Its not all purple, the underside and "bangs" are purple fading to blue on the tips.

happy birthday to me

I'm 22 today.
My wonderful boyfriend...
forgot my birthday.
Because he thought it was tomorrow.
I woke up at 3:00am this morning, stumbled out of bed and got a drink of water. I thought it was morning because of all of the light pollution in the area.
One of the coworkers that I work with has the same birthday two years prior.
I wore flowers in my hair.
Happy birthday to me.

Catch Up

Goodness!
I sorely overestimated the amount of time I would have during the day in which to post in!
So, here I am, sorry for being so tardy with my update.
The newest new news is that my liver is back to normal!!! Also, my body is slowly healing. The not-so-nice news that accompanies this is that: I will get mono again. >sigh<
The second great news is that: I have been working at my new job for a few weeks now, and I'm having an amazing time! Every day is an adventure, and days like today were REALLY challenging, but they help me to grow in what I know how to do. (or learn what I don't know how to do)

My family reality:
The day after I was admitted to the ER I called Yakima to return a call I had gotten when I was asleep the previous evening. I talked with my brother for about 45 minutes and over the course of our conversation he mentioned some things that need prayer: depression is the main concern. He's a teen, going to be 15 this November and he doesn't have a stable peer group, or set of good role models surrounding him with support.
So, some slightly more severe topics were touched on, and I knew that I had to go and confront my mother with my brothers' reality. So I readied my things to leave to go there that Thursday. I called my mother on Wednesday night telling her I was coming the next morning. She freaked out and by the end of our conversation I was disowned. She does not wish to see me or hear from me or have me speaking to my brother.
In her twisted way she says I'm "using him" for information about the family, and she doesn't want me "influencing him" or "hurting him". She has effectively cut him off from people who care about him, and people he cares about. Isolation is not a healthy thing for a teenager.

In another note, I told my brother that I had mono when I talked to him, he told my mother and my mother told dad, and dad called me.
He asked me how I was, where I was, what I was doing, where I was working... and I asked him why he called. "He said because my mother told him"
No other reason.
It was a brick wall.
No truth was there, no seeking resolution, no trying to mend our relationship. just a silence like he was waiting for me to say something.
I had the decency to not hang up on him.

Its rather an odd mixture of feelings I'm experiencing right now, but for the most part it's simply a relief to know that there is hope for me yet.

I'm looking for housing, working, and I keep forgetting to buy vegetables.
That's pretty much it for now.

My Trip to the ER

Well,

Yesterday started at about 1:00am I woke up and I was extremely dizzy and I stood up to go and do something, but I can't remember what it was. So, I lay back down. I remember my abdomen hurting, and being very dizzy. Eventually I fell back asleep. Waking up before my alarm went off a few hours later, I remember feeling like something wasn't quite right, and I remained dizzy with my guts hurting.
But I got ready to go to my first day of work, and just before I was about to leave, I received a call from my employer. I had left a message with them on Saturday concerning the fact that I was just diagnosed with mononucleosis. They told me to rest, and not come in. I'll be starting next week.
So I went back to my room and got dizzier and dizzier and eventually I didn't feel like I should safely stand up. So I realized that I needed to be checked out ASAP. I called around to see if anybody would be willing to give me a ride to the ER, one of my friends said, "Call 911", so I did. I am very glad that they came. They checked me out then asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I wanted to go to the Emergency Room, and they asked how I would get there. Then they offered me a ride, free of charge.
My first ambulance ride was interesting, being super dizzy it felt like we were moving in all sorts of directions, that we weren't actually moving in. There were several police cars outside of the entryway to the ER when we arrived, and as it turned out the hospital was the safest place to be at that time. There were some interesting patients in the ER, the one that didn't want to leave screamed a lot, and I got to hear it all. I wonder what would happen if the police were trained in how to properly work with mentally disabled patients... Or are they?
The doctor was in the room for about 5 minutes, asked me a bunch of questions, and felt my abdomen for anything out of the ordinary. Then she disappeared.  The nurse came in later with a drug that she was going to give me in the IV that they had inserted in my arm.  I asked her what it was and she said it was an anti-nausea medication! That was great, except for the fact that I wasn't nauseous.
So I asked her to see the print-out of the drug before she gave it to me, and she went to print it out. After reading the first page I found out that it was an anti-nausea medication that they usually give orally to chemotherapy patients before they go into surgery. It was also a serotonin blocker in the neurons, which would help act as an anti-depressant. So not only would I be no longer "nauseous", but I'd be 'happy about it.'
That reminds me of that line in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban that Ron says when reading Harry's tea-leaves.
So i declined the medication and the nurse didn't mind in the slightest.
I was taken in for an ultrasound to see what my organs were doing, the lady helping me had a delightful sense of humor and we talked about all sorts of things. It was nice to see the people helping me respond with a smile when I made an intelligent joke.
What they found was that my spleen was "slightly enlarged" my liver enzymes were up, and that I had gallstones.  But I already knew the first two, and since the third notification doesn't affect me in the slightest, I learned nothing new.
>sigh< and I got a prescription for an anti-nausea medication, that I will not be filling.
I told people in the hospital at least five different times that I was not nauseous. I don't think they believed me.
They referred me to see my regular doctor, and a gastroentinologist. I see my regular doctor on Friday.
My sweetie gave me a ride home and not long after returning, I fell asleep.
That was my trip to the ER.

On a side note, my absolutely very-least-favorite physical experience ever is not having needles poked into me, but it's when they are taken out that's the problem. It's worse than chewing tin-foil.