I love college.

Okay, so we all know I'm not good at it but, regardless, I really love college.

I had signed up first thing for my mortuary science 1010 class, then I signed up for a required communications class (ew). But then I had a couple of free spaces. At first, I really wanted - and still want - to sign up for the EMT basic course so I could learn a lot of important stuff and be eligible for licensure. Unfortunately, the timing was a little inconvenient and the location was even more so.

SO, I went scouring for classes I could possibly want to take. There were a few interesting ones, but they were all at bad times (due to taking the bus, anything before noon would be bad, and anything multiple times a week is bad). However, as I was scraping the bottom of the barrel - I was actually considering Tongan, the language class - I found this Doula and pregnancy preparation class!

I of course had to look up what a Doula was. Then I noticed that you can become licensed as one! Good class timing, it's interesting, and you can get a professional licensure. Sign me up! So I did. As soon as I import my classes from Snow, I can sign up for human biology as well which isn't as interesting, but more relevant to my career path.

Anyway, there was a Zumba class, a Scuba class, a Bellydancing class, World Religions, Sacred Traditions, and that EMT class as well. College is awesome. I can't wait to learn!

Life is really...

Dumb and irritating. But interesting and lovely sometimes.

Like a test.
Just like a test.

Living the lifestyle I have right now, I have plenty of time to think about my relatively short, probably miserable life. I get to think about just how neat and delicate it is to have a body that works properly. One little thing could mess with everything. The body itself is a system of systems and, if one part of one system fails, it could have intense repercussions for other systems.

I get to think about the very permanent, very far-reaching consequences our choices and actions have on ourselves and others. I get to be frustrated about the injustices and joyous about the victories - even and especially the small ones. I see how dumb grudges, fights, and hard feelings are. I see how miraculous childbirth is and how magnificent death can be. I get to realize growth and progress through the fires of adversity. I appreciate and envy when someone enjoys what they do for a living.

It's frustrating, taxing, often rewarding, and definitely eye-opening. How is this not a test?

Sleep...

I'm just not going to try to have a normal sleep schedule anymore.

I'm not too stressed, because literally all I'm dealing with is being flat broke, having a freakishly messed up body, and my wonderful marriage. I have no job, no school, and no donating anything. While I'm still rather stressed, it's not to the point where it would mess with my sleep (ie: nightmares about work, not getting REM sleep from worry about not getting up in time for work, not being stressed from interaction).

Anyway, it's been very bad lately: sleep at 8:30am or so, wake up around 4pm or 5pm. Well, today I went to sleep at around 8:30am and woke up 12 hours later. Ugh.

Hate It!

• I really hate pressure. It's why I would never be a salesperson and why I hate salespeople. I don't like people trying to force me to do anything, let alone to be one way with my womanhood over another - if I want babies, I'll have babies. If I want a career, I'll get a career. If I want both, I'll do both. It's none of your business and HUSH!

• I really hate lack of upfrontness. It's a word now. I can't even begin to handle it when people lie to your face. I hate it when they talk about you behind your back. I hate when they make assumptions when they could just as easily ask you about their concerns. I hate it when they say something is okay to your face and get angry about it, often holding onto it like a grudge. I hate asking upfront questions and getting vague, lame answers.

• I hate when people put cold drinks next to hot food. Do you know how physics work?

• I can't stand it when people think young people "think they know everything", especially when it's "because I did the same thing." Excuse me? Am I you? When have I claimed to know everything? Get out.

• Prideful piety. Oh, give it a break. 

• I hate when people are not aware of other people's feelings.

• Hypocrites. STOP it. Just stop. Don't be sleeping around and go to church pretending that you're white as snow. Don't watch gay porn and hate on homosexuals. Don't go around thinking you're better than everyone else.

• I hate it when people drive slowly because I have intense road rage.

• I hate it when people are shallow. Don't be that way.

Well, those are all the annoyances I can think of for now. May I become more patient and forgiving.

Saying Goodbye.

Well, not many people read this blog, so I feel safe mourning my loss here. I can't tell anyone else just yet because I know they'll be upset, but today I said my final goodbye to one of my dearest friends.

You brightened many dark days. You helped me have a memorable middle school and high school experience. You brought such dynamic and meaningful moments into my life and you frequently healed my dying soul. You gave me confidence when everything else was tearing me down. You made me feel true joy and, at times, frustration. I was not always nice to you, and I'm sorry for the scars, but you were always there for me. You will remain in my heart. I hope you are now bringing such experiences to others who can appreciate them. I am excited to learn of your fate and future triumphs. You'll go far, I know it.

My First Viola
2008 - 2013

"If music be the food of love, play on." - William Shakespeare 

Rough Night

I had a difficult time last night. I kept my husband up way too late crying to him - which happens a lot, unfortunately. I feel bad when this happens, but when I'm upset, I can't put other peoples' needs before my own. And, when I get upset, I get really upset.

You know (and I'm sorry for going on and on about it, but), the worst parts of PKD is not the kidney pain. At least not yet. Right now, it's just knowing why body functions don't work. Knowing they may never work. I feel like I'm missing out on the human experience. I'm scared to ruin what function I have.

My husband reminded me of a time where I was taking benzodiazepines just to function around people. I was on them when we went on our first date in February 2012. He said that he remembers my brain turning into mush. And he's right. I hadn't recognized it when I first started taking them, but my cognition, reaction time, everything just started to slow down.

While that made me sad, it also made me remember how happy I am to have Stephen in my life. Without him, I'd probably still be on those things. He just makes me feel strong and comfortable. He helps me through my hopeless moments. He is still affectionate toward me, even when I'm saying all those things you say when nothing is going right. He is wonderful.

Selfish?

I've had a lot of time lately to think about things. 

I'm not sure how to feel about anything anymore. My perspective is still eternal, so that's good, but maybe especially given that line of thinking, life seems pretty pointless. In a way. It's difficult to explain, but I'll try. I think I'm lucky that I won't be here too long. Perhaps that's why my trials are so frequent and some of them severe. I won't suffer for long. 

Then again, it's scary and sad. I feel so badly for my husband sometimes. He really had no idea what he was getting into when he married me. I feel bad that he will probably be lonely for years. I feel bad for our prospective child(ren). How could I bring them into this world knowing 1) what it will become 2) that I could give them two genetic disorders that compound each other and 3) that I won't always be here for them.

It's scary because of all the blood, heart, and brain things. I was okay with dying of renal failure because they say that's a good way to go. The timing is estimated to be pretty good (51 - 69 years old). Yet, I've learned recently that 50% of PKD patients die of heart problems stemming from PKD, rather than renal failure itself. Add all the craziness that Factor 5 Leiden brings (stroke and blood clots) and I'm starting to realize my life could be shorter than I first expected. 

50 - 60% chance of dying from renal failure and a 50% chance of dying from heart problems. There is a small chance of dying from an aneurysm. Those are from PKD alone. I can't find anything about Factor 5 Leiden w/PKD except that it makes transplants especially dangerous and prone to fail. 

So, while it sucks for me quite a bit as far as planning anything, I feel worse off for any kids we could possibly have. They each (we plan to have 2 tops) have a 50% chance of getting PKD and a 25% of getting F5L. I just sometimes feel bad that I'm even considering having them. 

Then I think of all the criticism I'd get if I didn't have kids - being part of a church such as mine. Women's soul purpose, many think, is to be stay-at-home mothers. If I can't have kids, why don't I adopt? Who says I can't have kids? Just try anyway!

Then sometimes I think: If that was God's intention for me (and other women with these kinds of pregnancy obstacles), why did he make it so hard for me to have a child? Why would he force me to put my life in danger to have a baby? 

I don't know. I still want one, but I realize at this point it is for purely selfish reasons. Yet, it makes me wonder what my blessing was talking about. I wonder if my understanding of motherhood would come from this life or the next. Who knows?