Oh my goodness, I am sooooo happy to be feeling better today. After four days of feeling dizzy and three days of being nauseous, I woke up feeling amazing. Now when I went to bed last night, I was still feeling like utter crap. Now, when I woke up feeling the way I do, I was amazed and overjoyed. I was lying in bed and it hit me that last night there was dance, One Voice, and my small group that I missed because of how I felt. I know they all were praying for me, plus others on top of that, and of course I understood why I was feeling better. I had a bajillion people talking to the big guy for me. At first I felt an immeasurable amount of love and the feeling of being loved. Then I realized, yeah, it totally was prayer that made me better. There's no way I would have had such a turn around with just a night of sleep. So it's another thing to prove prayer works. Tell me it doesn't and I'll give you a list of examples of how it does and has in my life alone.

Mmm, I just made the best peanut butter cookies ever. Yum.

So tonight I am going over to see my parents and we're having fruit salad for dinner. My body is craving fruit for some reason so this time when I was asked what I wanted for dinner, I knew exactly what I wanted. That, and I don't know how heavy of a dinner I could stomach tonight. Then again, I just ate a peanut butter cookie. >_>

Whee, tattoo Saturday! I am so freaking excited, and even more so since I am feeling so much better.

I have had to be seriously on top of people both here and down in Boston as far as setting up this appointment for my cardiac MRI goes. If there's one thing I have learned from this whole experience (spanning seven years) is that the medical profession sucks when it comes to communication with one another. Seriously. They should take some classes.

I think that's it. Nothing exciting other than me feeling better. I told Christa I feel so good I want to go skydiving and she laughed at me before saying she'd come along because she's always wanted to go. Somehow I don't think it'll fly (no pun intended) with my doctor if I'm not even allowed to go on a stinkin' roller coaster. ^_^

I can't remember the last time I updated, therefore I can't remember what I talked about. I want to say it was in the middle of VBS but I could be wrong. The smart thing to do would be to look but Pippin is running ridiculously slow right now and I simply don't think he could take me opening another tab. Poor thing is on his last leg. Ah well, he's lasted me almost three years I think, and I got him off Ebay for less than $80. Can't complain too much, right?

So yeah, VBS went awesome and I was sad when it was over. I honestly didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did but by the end of the five days I wasn't ready for it to end. Certain kids became favorites of mine and others will probably always remember me as Professor Wilma. In fact, I saw one of the boys on Sunday and he grinned at me, waved and said, "Hi, Professor Wilma!" I could be known as worse.

I think I may be anemic. I have been before and I remember what it felt like to be exhausted all the time, no matter how little or much you sleep. Which means I need to make another doctor's appointment. Yay. It's about time to, anyway, so she can know I still can't breathe. Maybe this time I'll remember to point out that humidity makes it a thousand times worse and that some days it makes me want to shove a screwdriver through my temple. Or something like that.

Sunday night I had dinner with my parents and it was just what I needed even though I didn't know I needed it until afterward. I was seriously stressing about money and the lack of it, and my inability to find a good and steady job. My dad was optimistic for me, giving me suggestions and encouragement. Mom was...well, a preacher as usual but a toned down version of it. For the most part she was as understanding and empathetic as Dad was. It was good to just lay out my stresses for them and for them to say, "You know what? It's going to be alright," the way they used to when I was younger. I just needed that time of vulnerability and to lean on my parents for once. Today I am still stresses, but it's not overwhelming. I know things will happen when they are supposed to and I will end up where I need to be. I also know that sometimes God makes you wait until you think you can't take anymore just to show you how much you really can take. Someone very close to me is a prime example of that and I keep thinking of her story when I start to get overwhelmed by my pessimistic outlook.

Yesterday I went to see The Dark Knight with a small handful of others and...I won't go into it because I'm sure everyone else who has seen it has written/talked about it ad nauseum. That said, I will leave the subject with this small humble opinion of the movie: IT WAS SO FREAKING AWESOME!

*clears throat* Moving on.

So in the middle of the movie (no lie!) I was hit with inspiration. I cower in fear of the response from others. I'm going to start another X-game. *hides* Okay honestly, there's no talking me out of it right now. This idea has not left me alone since it wormed its way into my brain. It'll be very different from Alternate X, but not all that different from Second Wave. I think Sarah is the only one on my flist to remember that one, and it was a good one. Until a crazy psychopath killed the game for myself and everyone else. And unfortunately, I don't mean in game. I mean the player behind a few characters seriously went psycho and...yeah...anyway. This person is cool now and all is forgiven anyhow. But yeah, new game, new idea, new way of modding...the whole nine yards. I am so excited about this, you've no idea. This will more than likely be hosted on IJ since it's the best of the journal sites out there right now, though I'm not opposed to suggestions of other ways.places to host it. And that is where inspiration made me it's punching bag.

Now for today's song! This is THE BEST song to listen to to get you pumped. If you like Celtic music. And are Irish. Or wish you were. Or something. It's just really good, okay? This is Heartland by Celtic Thunder. It is the theme for my user info, as well, in case you were wondering. The words are Gaelic for "Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy." I highly suggest looking them up on YouTube for this song especially. They are just...oh so droolworthy. I caught them by pure accident in March when PBS was doing their Salute to Celtic Irish heritage and was completely enraptured from the very first second. All of their voices are so different from each other but they blend so well. They sing traditional Celtic songs as well as modern ones like Puppy Love and Desperado. One they do called "She's a Woman" is like some sort of show where two of the men are arguing over one woman...it's great. Give them a listen and/or watch and tell me you don;t love them, too.