As you know, I’ve been trying to get in to see a new neurologist. Thank you again to everyone that recommended someone. I researched the names given to me and decided on one and then began the process of becoming a patient.
On a side note - I’m convinced that we’re called “patients” because we have to have patience in getting a doctor, getting a diagnosis, getting better. It’s an art, not a science, right?! ;)
But I did my part - getting a referral and getting my records sent and then I waited.
Last night, I prayed specifically that either the neurologist’s office or my internist’s office (the one who gave the referral) would call me today to let me know if I was accepted as a patient and could get an appointment. I know, it may seem frivolous to some to pray specifically about that, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. Was I supposed to call them back and get an appointment or were they going to call me? Did they have everything they needed? Did this neurologist even want to take me on as a patient? I tend to worry about frivolous stuff like this, so last night I just took it God and decided He could worry about it for me.
This morning I was at work when my desk phone rang. It was my internist’s office calling to say that I have an appointment scheduled for May 11 with the new neurologist. You can’t tell me that God doesn’t answer prayers, no matter how frivolous they may seem to outsiders! What’s important to us, is important to God.
So now I wait until May 11. Until then, I'll be praying that this new neurologist will be the right fit and that everything will go well.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Blessed!
Ten years ago today I was blessed to have been able to buy a house. I was 24 and had just finished paying off $20,000 worth of student loans in December 2004. Mom and Dad had graciously said that I could live with them as long as I was paying off the loans. But when the loans were paid off, I knew the next step was to move out! The house that I am now celebrating 10 years in has been a blessing in disguise. I have a ranch house, meaning no stairs. Who would have thought that would have come in to such big play just a few months later when I started having major walking issues?! God knew! Also, when I bought the house and had a house warming party for it someone mentioned that the halls in the house seemed extra wide, like they were handicap accessible. Again, who knew that this would come into such huge play, when now 10 years later I use a walker to get around?! God knew!
Ten years later and I cannot believe that I have owned my own home for that long. When I “planned” my life (what’s that famous Woody Allen quote? “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans”.), I never thought owning a home would be such a big deal. My plans were to get married right out of college and have 5 kids before I turned 30 and to be a stay-at-home mom. What I didn’t plan was to be single, pay off my student loans in two years, start having major walking issues, spend my 20’s going to doctors trying to figure out the walking issues, paying off my first car in a year, landing my dream job or buying a home. But now it is 10 years later and my initial plans have been completely, utterly turned on their head. I did not get married right out of college...it's 13 years later and I'm still not married. I didn't have 5 kids before I turned 30 - I don't even have one. And because I don't have kids, I’m not a stay-at-home mom. What I do have ten years later is a house I now call home, which I’ve managed to keep from crumbling to the ground, I had a 9 year period where I didn't have to make a car payment and now I have a “new” car (bought in 2011) that I’m paying off which is perfect for hauling my walker around in, a diagnosis of dystonia so I’m no longer going from doctor to doctor trying to figure out a mystery illness, and my dream job of working in the media (and actually working in the field I went to college for!) I say all-in-all I’m pretty darn pleased with how the Lord took everything I once thought I wanted and needed and completely turned it on its face! In my wildest dreams, I never would have thought my life would be like it is now. I’m thankful and blessed with all I have.
On the dystonia front – again, I must emphasize how blessed I am. I’ve been worrying about medication. I was completely out of refills when I got the letter from my neurologist saying that he was moving out of state. I called him and left a message with his nurse and did get a refill. However, when I went to pick it up, I noticed that it was only for a week’s worth of medicine. That’s when I started to panic. I’m in the process of getting a new neurologist, but even if I got one today, I probably wouldn’t get in to see him/her until months from now. So, I called my family doctor, explained my situation to the lady who answered the phone and my family doctor prescribed the medication I needed. Thank you, Lord that I have enough medication to get me through until I (hopefully!) get in to see a new neurologist. It’s one less thing I have to worry about (and worry really does affect the way I walk, interestingly enough!) Again – I am blessed to have an Internist who knows me and knows that I need the medication and is not afraid to step in and prescribe while I’m transitioning doctors.
I’ll end this post by saying, thank you. Thank you so much for reading. I am SO encouraged by all of the comments you leave. I’m always scared no one’s going to read these blog posts and then am humbled when you do. So, thank you, thank you for reading. Once again, I am blessed, blessed, blessed!
Ten years later and I cannot believe that I have owned my own home for that long. When I “planned” my life (what’s that famous Woody Allen quote? “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans”.), I never thought owning a home would be such a big deal. My plans were to get married right out of college and have 5 kids before I turned 30 and to be a stay-at-home mom. What I didn’t plan was to be single, pay off my student loans in two years, start having major walking issues, spend my 20’s going to doctors trying to figure out the walking issues, paying off my first car in a year, landing my dream job or buying a home. But now it is 10 years later and my initial plans have been completely, utterly turned on their head. I did not get married right out of college...it's 13 years later and I'm still not married. I didn't have 5 kids before I turned 30 - I don't even have one. And because I don't have kids, I’m not a stay-at-home mom. What I do have ten years later is a house I now call home, which I’ve managed to keep from crumbling to the ground, I had a 9 year period where I didn't have to make a car payment and now I have a “new” car (bought in 2011) that I’m paying off which is perfect for hauling my walker around in, a diagnosis of dystonia so I’m no longer going from doctor to doctor trying to figure out a mystery illness, and my dream job of working in the media (and actually working in the field I went to college for!) I say all-in-all I’m pretty darn pleased with how the Lord took everything I once thought I wanted and needed and completely turned it on its face! In my wildest dreams, I never would have thought my life would be like it is now. I’m thankful and blessed with all I have.
On the dystonia front – again, I must emphasize how blessed I am. I’ve been worrying about medication. I was completely out of refills when I got the letter from my neurologist saying that he was moving out of state. I called him and left a message with his nurse and did get a refill. However, when I went to pick it up, I noticed that it was only for a week’s worth of medicine. That’s when I started to panic. I’m in the process of getting a new neurologist, but even if I got one today, I probably wouldn’t get in to see him/her until months from now. So, I called my family doctor, explained my situation to the lady who answered the phone and my family doctor prescribed the medication I needed. Thank you, Lord that I have enough medication to get me through until I (hopefully!) get in to see a new neurologist. It’s one less thing I have to worry about (and worry really does affect the way I walk, interestingly enough!) Again – I am blessed to have an Internist who knows me and knows that I need the medication and is not afraid to step in and prescribe while I’m transitioning doctors.
I’ll end this post by saying, thank you. Thank you so much for reading. I am SO encouraged by all of the comments you leave. I’m always scared no one’s going to read these blog posts and then am humbled when you do. So, thank you, thank you for reading. Once again, I am blessed, blessed, blessed!
Monday, March 9, 2015
A little update
There’s not a lot new to report, I just wanted to give a little update. I’m getting all my medical records sent to a new neurologist. I hope he’s the right one for me. :) He came highly recommended and when I asked my friend Cheryl (the one who referred me to Dr. M.) if she knew him she said that he was a great choice. Hopefully (fingers crossed, prayers going up), everything will fall into place. However, I know that if he’s not the right one that the Lord will lead me to the one I need to see. I’m trying not to worry about it.
My walking has been the same – not the best, but definitely not the worst. I almost fell backwards yesterday as I lost my balance (while vacuuming), but thankfully, I was able to catch myself. If I had fallen, at least it would have been on carpet! I’ve lost my balance several times over the past week, but thankfully have always been able to catch myself. This used to not be the case. I used to fall every single time I lost my balance. So I guess that means the exercise I do and the medication I take is working!!! My dad caught me once too as he was holding on to me as we walked into the movie theater and I tripped. While taking showers this week, I’m back to holding onto the walls, as closing my eyes makes me lose my balance. I found myself this morning wistfully looking at some women who were crossing the street holding umbrellas. I don’t use umbrellas anymore because I can’t hold them and onto the walker at the same time. I miss holding an umbrella – how silly is that?! Rain coats are nice, but umbrellas – well, you just don’t know what you’ll miss until you don’t have it/can’t use it anymore! But enough of my complaining (because, after all, it does no good in the first place, except to get me in a bad mood.).
I’ll end on this: I had an excellent weekend.
I saw a movie with my parents on Friday night.
On Saturday I got my hair chopped off by a great friend, who did a fabulous job. This picture doesn't do it justice!)
Also on Saturday, I got to have fun (and get paid at the same time) by doing more patient acting at UT hospital. This time I was supposed to be a 19 year old unrestrained male driver who hit a tree and was trapped in his car for 40 minutes. The doctor I worked with was awesome and I had a blast as usual.
On Sunday, I got up early, exercised and then went to church. I got to go on a Dad/Daughter date out to lunch after church, where Dad and I just talked and caught up and enjoyed each other’s company. It was a great weekend and I’m very, very thankful for it. Even when life isn’t everything you want it to be, it’s still precious and should be lived to the fullest. May God’s blessings be upon all of you this week.
My walking has been the same – not the best, but definitely not the worst. I almost fell backwards yesterday as I lost my balance (while vacuuming), but thankfully, I was able to catch myself. If I had fallen, at least it would have been on carpet! I’ve lost my balance several times over the past week, but thankfully have always been able to catch myself. This used to not be the case. I used to fall every single time I lost my balance. So I guess that means the exercise I do and the medication I take is working!!! My dad caught me once too as he was holding on to me as we walked into the movie theater and I tripped. While taking showers this week, I’m back to holding onto the walls, as closing my eyes makes me lose my balance. I found myself this morning wistfully looking at some women who were crossing the street holding umbrellas. I don’t use umbrellas anymore because I can’t hold them and onto the walker at the same time. I miss holding an umbrella – how silly is that?! Rain coats are nice, but umbrellas – well, you just don’t know what you’ll miss until you don’t have it/can’t use it anymore! But enough of my complaining (because, after all, it does no good in the first place, except to get me in a bad mood.).
I’ll end on this: I had an excellent weekend.
I saw a movie with my parents on Friday night.
On Saturday I got my hair chopped off by a great friend, who did a fabulous job. This picture doesn't do it justice!)
Also on Saturday, I got to have fun (and get paid at the same time) by doing more patient acting at UT hospital. This time I was supposed to be a 19 year old unrestrained male driver who hit a tree and was trapped in his car for 40 minutes. The doctor I worked with was awesome and I had a blast as usual.
On Sunday, I got up early, exercised and then went to church. I got to go on a Dad/Daughter date out to lunch after church, where Dad and I just talked and caught up and enjoyed each other’s company. It was a great weekend and I’m very, very thankful for it. Even when life isn’t everything you want it to be, it’s still precious and should be lived to the fullest. May God’s blessings be upon all of you this week.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
In like a lion
The month of March is usually described as “in like a lion, out like a lamb” and that can definitely be said of how my month has begun.
Walking was going so well (with the walker of course) and then just like that…I started tripping and losing my balance again. I’m off kilter. Walking takes thinking about it again. But there is a season for everything and this too shall pass.
I was blessed beyond measure to spend the winter months walking just fine and that rarely ever happens. I’m a little confused as to why March has started out so rough, but I guess I’m due for some “bad” days. I put “bad” in quotes, because everything is relative :) My “bad” days are no where close to other's bad days. I’m not dealing with a terminal illness. I don’t want people to read this blog and think that I live in a bubble where I only see my difficulties and no one else’s. Although I do have a tendency to do this every once in awhile (I can't lie!), I do know other people struggle way worse than me. I know that I am blessed and I know that my “bad” days aren’t all that bad in the scheme of things.
Ironically, I’m now sporting huge bruises on my left leg, but NOT from falling. I used my legs as leverage to hold up/move a heavy tube TV and now I have evidence that I did it all by myself! I probably shouldn’t have done it by myself, but I’m kind of stubborn like that and the TV was broken anyway, so I knew I couldn’t damage it any worse. I didn't even know I had bruised myself until the next day when I wondered if I had fallen and just forgotten about it! Then I remembered moving the TV.
My brother Stanton and his wife Aubrey came in for a quick visit this past weekend. As Stanton (who’s about to start his 3rd year residency in emergency medicine) was helping me out to my car, he noted that I had been walking much better. I told him it was an illusion, because we had been at my parent’s house and (because of the carpet they have) I can walk without any assistance. As if to prove my point, (although I promise I didn’t do it on purpose!), I tripped right after he said this and he had to catch me.
I'm hoping that since March has come in like a lion, it’ll leave like a lamb and I’ll have balance and good walking again by Easter!
Walking was going so well (with the walker of course) and then just like that…I started tripping and losing my balance again. I’m off kilter. Walking takes thinking about it again. But there is a season for everything and this too shall pass.
I was blessed beyond measure to spend the winter months walking just fine and that rarely ever happens. I’m a little confused as to why March has started out so rough, but I guess I’m due for some “bad” days. I put “bad” in quotes, because everything is relative :) My “bad” days are no where close to other's bad days. I’m not dealing with a terminal illness. I don’t want people to read this blog and think that I live in a bubble where I only see my difficulties and no one else’s. Although I do have a tendency to do this every once in awhile (I can't lie!), I do know other people struggle way worse than me. I know that I am blessed and I know that my “bad” days aren’t all that bad in the scheme of things.
Ironically, I’m now sporting huge bruises on my left leg, but NOT from falling. I used my legs as leverage to hold up/move a heavy tube TV and now I have evidence that I did it all by myself! I probably shouldn’t have done it by myself, but I’m kind of stubborn like that and the TV was broken anyway, so I knew I couldn’t damage it any worse. I didn't even know I had bruised myself until the next day when I wondered if I had fallen and just forgotten about it! Then I remembered moving the TV.
My brother Stanton and his wife Aubrey came in for a quick visit this past weekend. As Stanton (who’s about to start his 3rd year residency in emergency medicine) was helping me out to my car, he noted that I had been walking much better. I told him it was an illusion, because we had been at my parent’s house and (because of the carpet they have) I can walk without any assistance. As if to prove my point, (although I promise I didn’t do it on purpose!), I tripped right after he said this and he had to catch me.
I'm hoping that since March has come in like a lion, it’ll leave like a lamb and I’ll have balance and good walking again by Easter!
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
And so it goes…
I am so, so sad right now.
I had absolutely no idea ten years ago when I first started having noticeable symptoms of dystonia, exactly how vital the right doctor was in treating any disease. I soon realized that one neurologist is not like another and that the “right” fit of neurologist to patient takes time to find. In my case it took me five years. And yesterday, I was completely devastated. I got a letter in the mail saying that my neurologist, with his wife and family, is moving out of state to be closer to extended family. I actually cried. Don’t laugh. And still today, I feel so, so sad. I knew what I had was special. Not everyone finds the perfect fit with a doctor or healthcare professional, but after years of struggling, I finally did and now I don’t have that anymore.
I know there are so many other things to be sad about in the world right now, which is why I even debated about blogging on this. I don’t want it to seem like this is the biggest problem – for I know it isn’t. Life goes on, people move on and so will I, but for right now I’m just sad.
If anyone has any recommendations for a new neurologist in the East Tennessee area, please share. That’s how I found Dr. M. My friend, Cheryl spoke up and said she knew the best neurologist around and she did.
And so it goes…my search for a new neurologist begins. As my mom said, maybe I’ll find someone even better than Dr. M. I don’t know if I will or not, but I do know that everything happens for a reason. God is good. He sent me Dr. M. and He will send me the next neurologist. God is in the details. I will trust Him.
I had absolutely no idea ten years ago when I first started having noticeable symptoms of dystonia, exactly how vital the right doctor was in treating any disease. I soon realized that one neurologist is not like another and that the “right” fit of neurologist to patient takes time to find. In my case it took me five years. And yesterday, I was completely devastated. I got a letter in the mail saying that my neurologist, with his wife and family, is moving out of state to be closer to extended family. I actually cried. Don’t laugh. And still today, I feel so, so sad. I knew what I had was special. Not everyone finds the perfect fit with a doctor or healthcare professional, but after years of struggling, I finally did and now I don’t have that anymore.
I know there are so many other things to be sad about in the world right now, which is why I even debated about blogging on this. I don’t want it to seem like this is the biggest problem – for I know it isn’t. Life goes on, people move on and so will I, but for right now I’m just sad.
If anyone has any recommendations for a new neurologist in the East Tennessee area, please share. That’s how I found Dr. M. My friend, Cheryl spoke up and said she knew the best neurologist around and she did.
And so it goes…my search for a new neurologist begins. As my mom said, maybe I’ll find someone even better than Dr. M. I don’t know if I will or not, but I do know that everything happens for a reason. God is good. He sent me Dr. M. and He will send me the next neurologist. God is in the details. I will trust Him.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Second Nature
Last night it struck me - walking with a walker has become second nature for me. I don't even think about it any more. This is an amazing development for me. I still remember how I felt when it sunk in that I would have to use a walker (or some form of help) for the rest of my life. I was devastated. How would life go on?
But now, walking with a walker is second nature. I instantly reach for it when I stand up. When I wake up in the morning and get out of bed, I instinctively reach for the walker. When I get up from my desk at work, I instinctively reach for the walker. I automatically throw it in the car, without a second thought. The fact that I don't even think about it any more comes as joy. Strange, I know, but joy nonetheless. I never in a million years ever thought that I would get used to it. So, it's with joy, that I say that it's second nature for me now.
I am extremely thankful that the Lord has allowed me to adjust to life with a walker. I think once I stopped fighting Him on it, it became easier to accept! Funny how that works. I am mindfully trying to accept what the Lord has allowed and am trying to use it for Him. Thank you to all of you who have encouraged me and loved me despite the walker. You really have no clue (even though I've tried to explain) how much having to use the walker really made me afraid to face the world. But, God was and is with me the entire time and He and I have navigated life with a walker to the point where it's just what it is: a device to help me get around. I still have moments of fear and doubt and embarrassment, but it's nowhere near how I imagined it would be. When I first started using the walker, I was afraid to face the world, but now God has brought me to a place of peace and I want to show the world what I'm made of. Don't get me wrong - sometimes out of the blue, the same fear, self-doubt and embarrassment that I felt in the early days of having to use the walker creep in and nestle within me, but I know that I am loved by a great God and no matter how I have to navigate to get around, He's with me every step of the way.
But now, walking with a walker is second nature. I instantly reach for it when I stand up. When I wake up in the morning and get out of bed, I instinctively reach for the walker. When I get up from my desk at work, I instinctively reach for the walker. I automatically throw it in the car, without a second thought. The fact that I don't even think about it any more comes as joy. Strange, I know, but joy nonetheless. I never in a million years ever thought that I would get used to it. So, it's with joy, that I say that it's second nature for me now.
I am extremely thankful that the Lord has allowed me to adjust to life with a walker. I think once I stopped fighting Him on it, it became easier to accept! Funny how that works. I am mindfully trying to accept what the Lord has allowed and am trying to use it for Him. Thank you to all of you who have encouraged me and loved me despite the walker. You really have no clue (even though I've tried to explain) how much having to use the walker really made me afraid to face the world. But, God was and is with me the entire time and He and I have navigated life with a walker to the point where it's just what it is: a device to help me get around. I still have moments of fear and doubt and embarrassment, but it's nowhere near how I imagined it would be. When I first started using the walker, I was afraid to face the world, but now God has brought me to a place of peace and I want to show the world what I'm made of. Don't get me wrong - sometimes out of the blue, the same fear, self-doubt and embarrassment that I felt in the early days of having to use the walker creep in and nestle within me, but I know that I am loved by a great God and no matter how I have to navigate to get around, He's with me every step of the way.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Fun Fact February
Hey ya'll!! It's February :) Everything is going fine on the dystonia front. Nothing new to report except that I love, love, love my new walker! (Something I never thought I'd be saying at 34.) I haven't fallen - yay! Even the cold weather hasn't made anything worse. I am very, very thankful! Since everything has been going well, I thought I'd use this blog post to list some fun, relatively unknown, facts about me. I saw something similar going around Facebook and I thought it would be fun to do. Here are 28 (one for each day in February) facts about me (in no particular order!):
1. I hate being late. So much so that I would rather skip an entire event then walk in late.
2. My childhood nickname was Goose. I have no idea why, it just was. My mom never called me Stephanie; it was Goose.
3. Upon first getting glasses, I made my brother switch the channels on the VCR while I stood at the very back of the family room and read off the channels to him. I couldn't believe all that I had been missing before getting glasses (and later on, contacts.)
4. I have always wanted twins.
5. I am the oldest of 11 grandchildren on my Mom's side and the only girl. On my Dad's side, there are also 11 grandchildren and I am one of only 2 girls. My cousin's name is Bethany - our names rhyme!
6. I had two imaginary friends growing up: Ratch and Rack. Ratch was a boy, Rack was a girl (I think!)
7. My brothers and I used to play this game: If Mom had just gone to the grocery store and it was raining, we would go get in my parent's closet and sit in the laundry baskets and pretend that our house was flying. We were OK because we had enough food to last us a long time. The rain and wind outside made it more adventurous :)
8. I have an unnatural, horrific fear of snakes. I can't even look at pictures of them without being scared.
9. When I was 13, we moved to Tennessee. Mom and I were in the car one day going down the Interstate. I looked over and saw satellite dishes and I told Mom that I was going to work at that place one day. I didn't even know what it was, but I figured it had to do with TV. I've been working there now for 10 years this year.
10. My hair didn't turn curly until I hit puberty.
11. I have an uncanny knack for picking up and remembering (sometimes useless) media facts. Ask me about any actor/actress, TV show, movie, song, and I'll probably know something about it, even if I've never watched the show/movie or heard the song.
12. I have an excellent memory - not photogenic - but pretty good nonetheless.
13. I love, love, love celebrating my birthday and ask for the same cake every year: yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
14. I own every episode of ER and House, M.D. and I regularly re-watch them.
15. I paid off my student loans in 2 years. This couldn't have been done without my parents allowing me to live with them, so they get credit too for this feat!
16. The first concert I ever went to was Christian music artist, Rebecca St. James
17. I learned to tie my shoes by accident. I was at my neighbors house, playing with my friend. I was pretending to tie a show when, somehow, I actually tied a shoe! I ran home and grabbed one of my Dad's shoes out of his closet and showed my mom. Then I proceeded to take the shoe with me everywhere I went that day until my dad got home from work. Then I ran out and showed him. Next up, I didn't want Velcro shoes any more.
18. The first time I shaved my legs, I wasn't sure if the blade was sharp enough, so I ran my thumb across it. It was sharp enough!
19. The first (and only!) time I've ridden in an ambulance, I was unconscious and don't remember any of it.
20. I love the Australian accent.
21. I had to have braces twice.
22. I got caught in a bathrobe with soapsuds in my hair during a fire alarm at college. It was November and I was freezing and firefighters were filing past me. Lesson learned. I never took a shower at night again while in school :)
23. I choreograph figure skating routines in my head.
24. When I was a kid I dreamed of getting married on the 4th of July. I would have a white dress, my bridesmaids would wear navy blue and carry red roses and there would be fireworks going off in the church (yes, IN!). Thankfully, for all involved (including the church!), my tastes have changed and I would much prefer an autumn wedding.
25. I'm fascinated by medicine.
26. Hearses freak me out.
27. I've never traveled outside the continental United States.
28. I never thought I'd be one to exercise, but now I do 4 times a week and I love it!
And there you have it - 28 random (and they are random, aren't they?!) facts about me. I hope you had fun reading through them. They were harder to come up with then I initially thought! Happy February!
1. I hate being late. So much so that I would rather skip an entire event then walk in late.
2. My childhood nickname was Goose. I have no idea why, it just was. My mom never called me Stephanie; it was Goose.
3. Upon first getting glasses, I made my brother switch the channels on the VCR while I stood at the very back of the family room and read off the channels to him. I couldn't believe all that I had been missing before getting glasses (and later on, contacts.)
4. I have always wanted twins.
5. I am the oldest of 11 grandchildren on my Mom's side and the only girl. On my Dad's side, there are also 11 grandchildren and I am one of only 2 girls. My cousin's name is Bethany - our names rhyme!
6. I had two imaginary friends growing up: Ratch and Rack. Ratch was a boy, Rack was a girl (I think!)
7. My brothers and I used to play this game: If Mom had just gone to the grocery store and it was raining, we would go get in my parent's closet and sit in the laundry baskets and pretend that our house was flying. We were OK because we had enough food to last us a long time. The rain and wind outside made it more adventurous :)
8. I have an unnatural, horrific fear of snakes. I can't even look at pictures of them without being scared.
9. When I was 13, we moved to Tennessee. Mom and I were in the car one day going down the Interstate. I looked over and saw satellite dishes and I told Mom that I was going to work at that place one day. I didn't even know what it was, but I figured it had to do with TV. I've been working there now for 10 years this year.
10. My hair didn't turn curly until I hit puberty.
11. I have an uncanny knack for picking up and remembering (sometimes useless) media facts. Ask me about any actor/actress, TV show, movie, song, and I'll probably know something about it, even if I've never watched the show/movie or heard the song.
12. I have an excellent memory - not photogenic - but pretty good nonetheless.
13. I love, love, love celebrating my birthday and ask for the same cake every year: yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
14. I own every episode of ER and House, M.D. and I regularly re-watch them.
15. I paid off my student loans in 2 years. This couldn't have been done without my parents allowing me to live with them, so they get credit too for this feat!
16. The first concert I ever went to was Christian music artist, Rebecca St. James
17. I learned to tie my shoes by accident. I was at my neighbors house, playing with my friend. I was pretending to tie a show when, somehow, I actually tied a shoe! I ran home and grabbed one of my Dad's shoes out of his closet and showed my mom. Then I proceeded to take the shoe with me everywhere I went that day until my dad got home from work. Then I ran out and showed him. Next up, I didn't want Velcro shoes any more.
18. The first time I shaved my legs, I wasn't sure if the blade was sharp enough, so I ran my thumb across it. It was sharp enough!
19. The first (and only!) time I've ridden in an ambulance, I was unconscious and don't remember any of it.
20. I love the Australian accent.
21. I had to have braces twice.
22. I got caught in a bathrobe with soapsuds in my hair during a fire alarm at college. It was November and I was freezing and firefighters were filing past me. Lesson learned. I never took a shower at night again while in school :)
23. I choreograph figure skating routines in my head.
24. When I was a kid I dreamed of getting married on the 4th of July. I would have a white dress, my bridesmaids would wear navy blue and carry red roses and there would be fireworks going off in the church (yes, IN!). Thankfully, for all involved (including the church!), my tastes have changed and I would much prefer an autumn wedding.
25. I'm fascinated by medicine.
26. Hearses freak me out.
27. I've never traveled outside the continental United States.
28. I never thought I'd be one to exercise, but now I do 4 times a week and I love it!
And there you have it - 28 random (and they are random, aren't they?!) facts about me. I hope you had fun reading through them. They were harder to come up with then I initially thought! Happy February!
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