Heart holes and oops nos

Okay, so... yeah. This will be a very brief post because its late, I'm tired, and I'm not really feeling particularly talkative (type-ative?). At any rate, spent most of July in the hospital with various suspected heart issues and more nerve problems. Wee! I have a hole in my heart and MS has NOT been officially denied after all- my misunderstanding... though medical stuff is complicated enough without a doctor whose accent occasionally borders on unintelligible (even if he is a great doctor). Yearly MRIs to check for brain and/or spinal lesions. Again, wee!

*changes gears*

So I'm in law school. And it isn't terrifying. And it isn't miserable. There's a huge workload and some complicated material, but I have to say- I am actually enjoying it all. From day one, my social awkwardness found me in the IT office shooting the shit with the computer guys and (joy of joys!) drinking their coffee. It is now my hang-out of choice for when I'm not in class or outside smoking. They are hilarious. And wonderfully awkward. :)

Thus far, I love school, my new apartment, and Lexington. I'll update better at another time.

Peace.

Are we there yet???

Okay, so I may already officially be the world's worst blogger- one post and then 3 months of nothing. Go me! Woohoo! I suppose I have a reasonable excuse for my lack of bloggage, but then again, how much time and effort does it really take to rant and rave a bit via keyboard? The past few months have been filled with more doctor's visits, specialists, tests, pokings and proddings, and various shovings-into-machines. Fibromyalgia officially confirmed. MS officially denied. (yay!) Spinal arthritis in all sections of spine that is evidently putting really spiffy pressure on my spinal cord?- You bet! Tomorrow I go in for an EMG/NCS to check for nerve damage and the like. And a big thumbs up to my doctors, family, and friends who keep telling me how VERY PAINFUL this test will be. Yes, folks, you've really put my mind at ease. :P

In other only slightly related news, packing up and moving a state or two away from all my doctors, family, support, etc. doesn't seem like the best idea ever so, yeah, University of Kentucky College of Law here I come! It's a good school. It's in pretty much the same bracket as the other schools I was previously favoring. I just wanted out of the old home state for awhile, you know? I wanted to go to law school in or near D.C. to take advantage of the extra opportunities afforded to one by being so close to the nation's legal hub. But UK will be nice, and I'd be lying if I said I weren't excited. I've been accepted, offered scholarship, and open house is in just under two weeks. Things are really starting to roll along. I need to devote some time to drive up to Lexington and examine the housing options. I'm ridiculously poor now that my medical bills are pouring in. *sigh*

And now for something completely different...

My little brother, Christopher, is 8 and I'm fairly certain he will be the next Jim Carey, I swear it. He is made entirely of rubber and just can't help but be randomly hilarious. After dinner at a local restaurant, our lovely waitress was thanking us and telling us to have a good evening and my little brother looks up at her with this oh-so-overjoyed face and yells, "Happy Hanukkah!" while bugging his eye out of his head. My family is not Jewish. It is March. For some reason, this is hilarious to all within earshot.

My little sister, Robin, is reaching the age where she has lots of awkward questions for my stepmom about various body changes and the like. Whenever Robin has just such a question, she approaches my stepmom and whispers, "Mama, I need to talk to you. It's PRIVATE." It is at this point that my little brother will magically appear in the room (no matter where he'd been or what he'd been doing) and turn his head sideways at a ridiculous angle and yells, "Is it... PUBERTY?!?!?!" He finds this very amusing. Robin does not. Have I mentioned how glad I am that I didn't have a little brother at that particular stage of my life?

Perhaps these sorts of stories aren't amusing to people who aren't family or who weren't there... but laughter is the best medicine and so far my darling baby brother has been #1 on my list of "Things that Make Me Laugh In Spite of it All". All chronically ill people need an 8yr old. End of story.

Time for work... woot!