CrazyGirl observes Lessons

So, I generally try to keep my blog posts on a happy note. But, sometimes they hit a serious note, and tonight, I'm going to get real.
I hate asking people for help. It sucks to admit that my body is not working the way it's supposed to, and there's nothing I can do about it.
You see, this past summer, my shoulder started to ache, then the ache got worse, then it became a sharp pain. Figuring that when I got back to school and quit using it as often it would stop hurting, we basically ignored the pain. Then, I got to school, but the pain didn't stop. In fact, it was just getting worse. After an xray, a failed MRI (turns out I'm actually quite claustrophobic), and finally a successful MRI, it was discovered that I not only had torn two ligaments in my shoulder, but I had fluid buildup in a ligament, a swollen tendon, and a bone spur.
Needless to say, my shoulder wasn't happy with me. Trying to avoid surgery, if possible, the surgeon gave me a cortisone shot. While it did improve my range of motion, it didn't ease my pain at all. Then, one night as I was leaving class, I oh-so-gracefully (in case you don't know me, that is TOTAL sarcasm. It was far from graceful) slipped down some stairs, and hit my shoulder on my way down, causing even more pain.
But, I'm not here to write you all a sob story or get your pity (although your prayers would be much appreciated). I'm telling you all this because, even though it's inconvenient and unpleasant at times, this is a small hiccup. God has a lesson for me somewhere in this injury. Whether it's humbling myself enough to actually ask for prayer and help when I struggle with simple, everyday tasks or just trying to show me how much I still have to be thankful for, I know that God will bring some good out of this. I'm constantly reminded of all the wonderful things in my life. I have some of the greatest doctors, and even though I dread going to appointments regarding my shoulder, I know I'm lucky to have the healthcare I have. I have wonderful friends and an amazing family who all keep me in their prayers. I was lucky enough to have my baby brother come home for Christmas even though we didn't think he was going to make it home this year. I am going to my dream school to pursue a degree that will allow me to teach. I could make this list go on and on, but I don't think any of you would feel like reading all that.
Long story short, despite struggles, I am still deeply blessed, and thankful for a loving God who reveals my blessings to me daily.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl❤

CrazyGirl Procrastinates

Hello my lovely readers!
I realize it has been a while since I've written here, and I'm sorry for that. It's been slightly crazy this semester, trying to balance school, a social life, and back and forth trips for doctor's appointments concerning my shoulder.
I'm writing right now partially because I'm procrastinating on studying any more (considering I already took a final this morning) and my brain feels fried, and partially because I've noticed something. We all joke about how finals week is terrible and hard and no one seems to want to survive. But, as I look around me, I feel like that isn't entirely a joke. I am not someone to study until I'm so stressed I can't see straight because I know that makes me do worse on the tests, but I'm watching as people give up sleep and eating and functioning properly for finals. It's craziness. So, trying NOT to become one of the zombies who can't form a full thought, I figured it was time to take a break, write on my blog, and do something I did a few years ago. Write a poem. Yes, a poem about finals week. So, here goes nothing.

Finals Week 2014

Where's the coffee? The sugar? The cream?

This final is crazy, I think I might scream. 

The library is full of studying classmates,

Physics, Biology -- Do we need to know the states?!?

I lost my notes, my computer crashed,

I've eaten my entire chocolate stash. 

Put on makeup? That's a joke. 

I'm watching my education go up in smoke. 

It's just one week, you'd think we'd be okay. 

We're trying to study, but Facebook is in the way. 

What is sleep? That one's new. 

That's not something we get to do. 

An IV of coffee should do the job,

The girl over there has started to sob. 

The brink of insanity, it seems is near,

As each of us enters our finals with fear.

Someone in here in starting to snore,

(Was that girl in this class before?)

I know a career will be worth all this stress,

but right now the whole school is a mess. 

So much of our grade rests on this week,

which means stress levels have started to peak. 

If we survive, Christmas break will be here,

but right now, we're lacking Christmas cheer. 

Prayers are appreciated (or gifts with caffeine)

Maybe you could give us a time machine. 

So we could listen to that lecture one more time,

And make sure the info is stored in our mind. 

To my fellow students, as this week commences,

I hope we all don't lose our senses. 

Til Next Time, 

CrazyGirl♥