Michael Jackson, Glue, Walls, Popcorn, TP, & Animals

I went to Thursday Thunk and found the following meme:

This week we will answer some unusual questions, brought to you by Berleen, the color black and the number 13.

Would you let your children go Trick or Treating at Michael Jackson's house? I THINK NOT
Did you eat paste and/or glue as a child? I don't think I did, although I did like putting it on my hand, letting it dry and peeling it off.
Look at the wall to your right, what is on it? Pictures of me.
Do you put butter and/or salt on your popcorn? Butter, salt and pepper.
What does your favorite coffee cup look like? White
What was your favorite Halloween costume? I don't remember ever having a costume.
Toilet Paper - hard, soft, extra soft? extra soft
Have you ever rescued/taken in a stray animal? no
Name 3 things you want your kids to learn before they grow up. (if you don't have kids, feel free to skip this one or add your own twist to the question) If I had kids, I would want them to learn about God, respect, and how to make good decisions.
Pick one of the Thursday Thunk players and say something about them. I'm picking her because her blog is funny and makes me smile.

Still Nursing My Wound

I wrote yesterday about how my therapist worked me on Monday. An update: I'm still hurting. I've been stuck here rubbing this all over my throbbing arm. So, if I'm rubbing that cream, you know I must be smelling like .

Therapy Kicked My Butt

Yesterday I had therapy and I'm not sure if my therapist was upset or if we were inevitably moving up in progress, but she worked me and worked me good. I mean, I don't usually sweat and yesterday before we were even halfway through my session, I was sweating as if I was running a marathon. Now sweating may be okay with the normal person, but because of possible autonomic disreflexia, I fear sweating.

The workout to strengthen my biceps was intense and so unexpected. (I'm smiling now because I was wrong when thinking the therapist would not be demanding.) Long after the workout, I was sill feeling its effects and realize I may just be getting stronger and able to control my biceps even more. I look forward to working even harder and getting more back.

My Newest Find

I love shopping at Wal-Mart and finding great deals, but I'm not one to dart to its shoe dept. in hopes of finding shoes. No, I do my shoe shopping at other stores. Well, Saturday I realized that my Nike's have been rubbing my heels and are causing sores. Let me say, I DON'T need another problem with my body, on my foot or any place for that matter. So, I've decided to retire those Nike's and wear shoes that won't cause me harm. Being paralyzed limits my options as to which shoes I'm willing to wear, not wanting to cause my foot to drop or having enough room to allow my feet to swell, which they will inevitably do.

Anyway, I was in Wal-Mart minding my own business when I saw these boots in the aisle. They were a mix between a clog and those Ugg boots. They were sitting in the aisle calling my name and I was immediately drawn to them. I saw a brown pair and thought "those would not hurt my heel and that makes it a plus, but they're cute and that makes them a MUST-HAVE".

I LOVE shoes, but since my accident I have not had the best of luck with finding ones that are cute and are able to meet my needs as a quad. So when these came into sight, you know I had to jump at this opportunity and buy them in both black and brown. Yes, I got two pair. I'm so excited and can't wait to wear them.

I will post pictures when I'm able to.

I Know I'm Needed

I talked to one of the teachers at the school and she asked would I be willing to come to the school and assist with the failing students. I informed her that I was told to wait. School has been in session for months now and I have no idea why the principal hasn't contacted me. I know for a fact that I am truly needed, despite the fact that the principal's actions would suggest otherwise. I really want to return, but I HATE, HATE, HATE begging people for things, even if that thing is a job. I may attend the Thanksgiving program and talk to the principal again and remind her that I am available, but until then, I'll wait.

Where, Oh Where?

http://www.friday5.org/

I went here and found this little meme.


Where’s your favorite beach? Because I've only been to one, I would have to say the one on the coast of MS.
Where’s your favorite place to spend money? Anywhere clothing are present. LOL
Where’s a good place to watch people? Sitting in a parking lot.
Where’s a good place to be totally alone? On your back porch or deck.
Where’s a place outside of work (or school) where you’re likely to run into people from work (or school)? Probably the mall or church.

Thanks for participating and have a great weekend, wherever you spend it

The Pills and My Mood

I started back, after a long hiatus, taking medicine that had been prescribed to me. Now I probably didn't need to stop in the first place, but that is a mute point now. I did it and I'm now trying to correct that wrong. Anyway, I've been taking my pills for about a month now and I tell you, either my mind is playing tricks on me or these pills are really bringing me down. I joked that I would need to start taking uppers because I'm feeling down so much. My current state of mind is mixed. My nerves are "shot". I've been very irritated and I can't seem to shake these feelings and moods. I don't know what I'm going to do about these feelings, but something has to give. I hope I don't have to give up my medicine....again.

Physical Therapy

I'm trying to be proactive in my life and trying to "get back on the ball." I started physical therapy Monday. I was SO excited. I had therapy while in the hospital and for a short time after coming home, but for the most part, I haven't been doing any type of rehabilitaton in at least a year. That is bad, but honestly, my head wasn't in it. For reasons unknown, maybe denial or whatever, I just wasn't invested in doing therapy. BUT, the tide has turned. I'm ready, willing and excited about therapy and all that it entails. I pray that I'll not only get stronger, but feelings that were supposedly gone or lost, return to pre-accident status. I'm looking to use this opportunity to resume my road to recovery and have amazingly awesome things happen in my life.

Keep me in your prayers.