It’s been over a year since my “allergies”. Since then, I have been doing so much better. I had a lot of physical problems going on that are almost a thing of the past, like:

dizziness
heart palpitations
chest pain
swollen and pain in  knee and calf
headaches
congestion (still have that)
yeast infections (still get)
upper back pain
fatigue
eczema
swelling, redness, burning in the face
bumps that swelled up in odd places
dry skin
having a hard time breathing
throat closing up
forgetfulness
nausea after eating
ringing in ears
night tremors
chills
being overwhelmed
irrational thoughts
blurred vision

Now I can go a week straight and let me tell you how good that feels! I’m getting my energy back, I sleep better. Here are some things that I learned

If I can’t control it, so be it.
I don’t worry what others think (this is a big one which I accomplished)
I don’t worry
I don’t stress
C+ works (things don’t  have to be perfect)

Sometimes school gets me stressed, but I keep saying C+ works and then I go to bed. My study time is not always conducive because I fall asleep or just bored out of my mind. I surprised by getting an A- last quarter and my quiz grades were almost straight Cs, but I guess my photos, and presentations made up for it more than I know.

So while I was doing the grocery list, I came across a book that had things about avoiding corn. I would be on the internet for hours searching for products that didn’t have corn. I would be up until 2 in the morning. I can’t believe that I did this. This process made me more anxious.

You know what I did with the book? i chucked it!

Life is good. God is good.

We’re enjoying the snow by the way, but it’s time for it to melt. I start classes tomorrow!

What made me happy is reading Proverbs 13:19: A longing (or desire) fulfilled is sweet to the soul…

I’ve learned in the past that one should give, give, give. At least that is what the church tells me. I think the church is so busy preaching about what you can do for God and not for yourself. I always worried that I wasn’t doing the right thing. like just giving for others and not giving something for yourself. It’s not that I think giving is bad, but I’m glad to see that God wants us to be happy as well–doing what we are passionate about. It sure makes for a happy person and in turn you can give, which I won’t mind doing!

Life is good…

So God is testing my boundaries to see how I would handle this. I didn’t handle it too well; my throat started to close up. I will give Witchy Poo her money back and call it a day. How’s that?

Enough said…

Oh, one more thing, speaking of boundaries…I’m reading this book called Boundaries: When to Say Yes, When to Say No to Take Control of Your Life. It’s by Henry Cloud and John Townsend. It’s a good book and they have a series of boundary books.

Here’s a funny story: I sent my mom Christmas photos, as usual, of Little Guy. She said they were really good photos. I told her, “Of course they were good, I took them!”

She replied, “Oh, you should start taking pictures [as a job]!”

I told her, “That’s why I’m taking photography classes!”

Oy vey!

I’m looking forward to the new year. I’m glad:

• I found out that I have no food allergies (we’ll knock on wood on that statement)
• I got a new car with the help of my mother in law
• I finally started making jewelry
• My husband earned his PhD
• Little Guy is making some small steps in eating
• I’m starting photography classes in January!

Have a great new year!

Great news to meditators

Little Guy picks up the cookie and says that he’ll wait for it to cool off (they were already cool). Five minutes later he takes one and smells it. He looks disgusted and says, “Maybe I’ll have one later.” About 10 minutes later he picks it up and takes a bite. His face was full of disgust. I was sitting there holding my breath waiting for the verdict. He was taking too long and assumed he didn’t like it. I went back to doing what I was doing and he said, “Mmmmm, this is good!” I didn’t know what to make of that.

Little Guy ate about a quarter of the cookie and said to me, “Do you want this cookie?” Oh, well.

Today at the O/T he tried baked beans and a cheese stick. He ate the cheese stick and spit out the beans.

Lately he has been staring at my food because I think he is bored with toast and crackers. He tells me how good it smells. I ask if he wants to try it and he says, no thanks. He also has tried some new foods so maybe it’s a good sign. But when he eats his safe foods, he can’t sit still. He’ll walk around or start talking.

The other day Little Guy and I went to the diner and he had not one, but two Mickey Mouse pancakes! The only reason he had two was because he was hungry. He hasn’t eaten much in the past few days.

I think my mom finally believes me about his disorder because she heard it on the news. It takes someone else’s news for her to believe me.

It does make sense because there was gang activity at the nearby mall and everyone used to hang out there. It was ridiculous. Teenagers were just standing around doing nothing. I’ve also seen graffiti around the neighborhood and the next town over.

Little Guy plays with the next door neighbor. His mother is a single mom with 3 kids and going to school. The youngest gets home first and stays there by himself for about 45 minutes until his sister gets home from school. His mom can’t afford daycare. When he comes over he stays here well after dark and it gets dark early. No one comes to pick him up.

Today he stayed over late and Hubby walked him home. I told Hubby to tell his mom what I saw last week and maybe raise some concern about her child. It turns out that she knew about the gang activity which is in the next county over (a five, ten minute drive from my house). I was mad because we’re neighbors, although not close, but it would be nice to be informed of what is going on around here.

Sometimes I see her son wandering around. One day he lost (I guess) his key and he was walking around in the street. I know his mom can’t afford child care, but, I don’t know. I invited him in and called his mom at work.

Now Hubby and I get so nervous when Little Guy goes outside to play. Does parenting get any easier?

The guy quickly picked the one he was beating up and stood him behind him. They were waiting to see what I would do. Meanwhile I was fumbling around for my phone. I was almost home too. I got my phone wondering if I called the police they will be gone by the time the police arrived. I wasn’t close enough to describe the kids or get a license number either.

They started to line up as if they were creating a barrier not to let me drive through. Then they broke up the line, got in their cars and drove away. Why would they be stupid enough to beat up someone in broad day light in a residential neighborhood?

I saw a neighborhood girl (in her 20′s (the only way I knew her is because I used to walk with Little Guy in the neighborhood when he was a baby) walking down the street. Thank God those guys were getting ready to leave. I was about ready to pull her in the car. So maybe  it was a good thing that I was there, even though I was by myself because if anything happened to that girl…

I was upset about it wonder if this happens often in the neighborhood. Especially now that Little Guy has friends on the block with whom he plays. I informed his friends’ parents of the neighborhood activity.

I also heard on the news not too long ago about random beatings. Meaning that person or persons decide the next person who walks by will get beaten up! Sometimes I hate the world what it has become and what my son has to go through for survival.