Monday, September 29, 2008
We were all standing around the kitchen, eating some of Kate's pickles last night, and Kara decided we needed a photo. So here it is. From the left, that's Me, Kate, Neisah, and Kara. For cute! The best part is that I dripped pickle juice on Kate's shoulder and you can see it in this picture.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I think this cartoon is fairly balanced and fairly funny.
I have a blog for my Principles of Journalism class, at http://lexythejournalist.blogspot.com. Basically we are just supposed to blog about things in the news, classes, life, etc., that might affect us as journalists. It might be boring to some of you, but you can check it out if you so desire.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
First, I couldn't go skydiving because of the wind.
Then, Tuesday, when I got home from the gym, I noticed that my left ankle bone looked like a large grade A egg compared to my right ankle. And it was starting to feel sore. I was confused because I hadn't twisted my ankle or anything. Then by the end of the day, it started looking like my last ankle problem. By Thursday afternoon a large portion of my foot was stiff, red, and very swollen. My doctor and roommate, Kara, told me I had to get it looked at by a real Doctor. This was distressing because I was uninsured and had been for about a year.
We went up to the school health center, where I first signed up for the school health insurance (204 bucks, yuck!), then went down to the urgent care clinic downstairs. The doctor saw my foot and immediately moved me to another room where she proceeded to shine a light on my elevated foot, swab it with iodine, tell me to lay back and then first sliced off my scab from a really old blister that I thought was almost healed. Well, that hurt like a mo, but I handled it. THEN she took out a clicky knife (like a ball point pen only with a sharp blade at the end) and stabbed deep into the already VERY tender area. Oh, it hurt. But don't worry, she did it again, deeper. I squealed a little bit, but I didn't cry. Then she bandaged me up, prescribed me two antibiotics, and instructed the nurse to give me a shot in the bum. I also was ordered to use crutches, put heat on my ankle, and stay off if it as much as possible, keeping it elevated where possible. And instructed to come back in the morning.
Turns out I have a staph infection. I guess those are bad. Let me tell you what is worse, crutches. I am bruised and battered from them.
This morning I went in again and the doctor said my swab came back positive for MRSA staph, a string of staph that is highly resistant to antibiotics. So the nurse gave me another shot.
The worst news was that both of the doctors who saw me highly suggested that I not go to Denver. So I didn't go today, Doctor, Mother, Roommate all told me I couldn't. I cried. I was way dissapointed. A once in a lifetime oppurtunity I had to pass up, plus letting down the College Republicans leadership. I'm bitter.
Then, only consoled by the idea of catching the premiere of Grey's Anatomy tonight, I sat upon the couch waiting. Don't worry our cable is out, so I couldn't watch it. I told you, it just keeps getting better and bettter...Pray I don't lose my foot or leg. I have a new appreciation for Joseph Smith Jr.'s childhood leg problems....the cutting open, the crutches, the pain! Okay, I'm done....but not adverse to outside pity.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Reminded of the small airplane ride up to the jumping space, I had popped two Dramamine after a breakfast of a banana and a small cup of cereal.
I stood in front of the mirror three different times with three different outfits. Morgan made the comment, "You're going skydiving Lexy." I settled on some dark jeans, my nike running shoes, and a red t-shirt from my elementary school. Hair down and undone.
I jumped behind the wheel of my steadfast Focus. Dug through my CD's and popped in Garth Brooks' Live Hits. A few miles and a little Callin' Baton Rouge later, we were at the dinky airport. The warm wind whipped my hair in my face. I gave up and decided only to partially see what could be the last few moments of my life.
Morgan walked into the dome-like structure where we were supposed to learn how to jump out of a plane from 13,000 feet.
Suci, McLain, Mckinna, and Ethan drove up in the dark Dodge Stratus, fresh from dragging main in the little town of Toole. As they piled out -- Mac with a mischievious grin his face, a Mt. Dew in hand -- Morgan walked back from the dome, a pained look on her face. Bad news. It was "too windy."
Shortly thereafter a man came over the loudspeaker telling the few crazies about to risk their lives, that their thrill would have to wait at least another hour.
By then the Dramamine was doing it's thing, knocking me out. I reclined my seat in the car, put on my eye mask and was in and out for the next hour and 15 minutes. At 12:15 Morgan came back with the final world, there wouldn't be any skydiving today, though we were welcome to reschedule.
So I didn't fall from the sky. It was disapointing. The kind of disapointing that is hard to describe in words. We had told folds of people about our plans for a little thrill. Now we had to field questions about our almost experience.
I like to place blame on my Grandma. Mom told me she didn't even want to be by the phone in fear she would get a call about something terrible. She was hoping something would happen and we wouldn't jump. Turns out a cooler weather system decided to blow in Grams. Thanks. Didn't know your faith was that strong.... ;-)
We will try again...maybe come spring??
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Oh, and my foot is infected from a blister....go figure! And it sucks...(it is hard to see in this pic at this angle, but it's my left heal area).
- We can have profound sacred, spiritual experiences during our own "Liberty Jail" times.
- Every experience can become a redemptive experience if we remain bonded to our Heavenly Father.
- When suffering we may in fact be nearer to God than at any other times.
- The path of Salvation has always, one way or another, gone through Gethsemane.
- The true test of our faith and discipliship is during our trials and afflictions
He then gave an apostalic blessing to all within the sound of his voice, that was so filled with the Spirit, and so sincere, it brought tears to my eyes. To cap of a great message, the Chior sang a beautiful hymn based off of verses in Isaiah.
It was a spiritual feast, that I feel so blessed to have regularly.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The dining/kitchen area...
My living room...
The otherside of my living room, our bookshelf, and vaulted ceilings...
My bed, and the bookshelf I bought to put my clothes on...
My desk area, it's not as cluttered as it looks....!