Thursday, June 10, 2004

No Excitement

Didn't do much today. Went to a big sale at the mall and got some stuff for me and some for my mom for her birthday later this month...Went and got Dippin' Dots, which is this weird, cool form of ice cream. They actually had my fave, banana split, which I proceeded to dump on my shorts..It is impossible for me to wear clean pants, they never stay that way...but I managed to save most of it. Jim DeMint made it into a runoff, since Beasley didn't get close to a the real work begins, we have two weeks..hopefully I'll do everything I can...because if S.B. wins, I'll have to campaign for him...the way we do it here is campaign for everybody on one big ticket called Victory 2004...that'll be a bitter pill to swallow...but I guess I'll deal if we don't manage, keep working and hoping. Went out to eat at Flight Deck, which is my favorite restaurant and didn't have any problems...I guess I should explain, last summer I realized I was allergic to shellfish (don't know how long I have been; I'd only eaten it once before that I can remember), and last month I had my first anaphylactic reaction, which is a really severe, life-threatening allergic reaction. Funnily enough I was in my EMT class, which is a story in itself..Anyway, since then, I've been hyper-careful, as I have to be, and have changed my life radically...I'm trying not to let it control me, so I might not talk about it in depth (unless somebody's interested), but will probably mention it, so wanted to elaborate...I have several other, mostly related medical issues, but my friends just say I'm 'special', so we'll leave it at that.


At 6/10/2004 02:31:00 AM, Blogger Sassy said...

Good luck on becoming a doctor. It takes a special person to be a pediatrician. I love my children's doc. One pointer: listen to moms (and dads) when they say that something isn't quite right but they just can't put their finger on it. Moms know their babies!

At 6/10/2004 08:47:00 PM, Blogger Sassy said...

Thanks for replying. I read your June 8th post about a teacher you had who discouraged you from writing. I was an English teacher for a short period of time (a year and a half) before having my kids. I hope that I didn't squash a child's budding creativity or desire to write. Some teachers, like yours, do just that either intentionally or unintentionally. I posted yesterday on my blog about the struggle between process and product in life. I didn't elaborate on this in my post, but what I meant to say is that competition and the desire for approval or recognition forces us to worry only about the product and how our products compare to other products. As I get older (I'm only 30), I realize that the quality of one's life is in the journey, the process. So it is with writing. Who cares if your teacher didn't like your writing. Do you enjoy the process? Do you enjoy crafting your voice in writing? If you do, then product doesn't really matter as much, does it? Don't forget that you have valuable things to say. I'd love to hear your reply.


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