Disturbing News...

The news has been filled with horrible things lately. Most of the time I simply refuse to watch the news. None of it is really THAT important. We get to hear about who killed who, what building burned down, how many more people in Iraq are dead, and how high gas prices are now. None of it is happy. Why bombard yourself with negative thoughts? Life is much better with a positive outlook...and it is hard to remain positive when all you hear is negative. This does not mean that I am being naive...it simply means that I don't wish to focus on the bad and destructive. I wish to focus on the good and happy. There are plenty of good things to think about.

This being said...there are two things recently that have bothered me. The first has been the ongoing battle in Florida over a woman's life. She is in a persistant vegatative state according to doctors and her husband contend's that she would not wish to "live" life by simply being kept alive by a feeding tube. Her parents continue to fight to keep her "alive". Who is right? Who is wrong? Personally I think the parents are wrong in this case. She is not making progress and they need to just let her go. This whole fight has just made one thing extremely clear to me....it is time for me to get a living will. I have talked for many years to my closest friends that I really need to get a will set up...but I have continued to put it off. Mom is calling the lawyer and setting up an appointment so I can finally get this done. I don't want to be "kept alive" by some tube or machine. That is NOT living. I don't want anyone to have to make a horrible decision. It is my decision and if it written down then it is my choice. It would prevent people fighting about what they THINK I wanted...even though most people know.

The second thing that disturbed me I just read about on yahoo news. That boy in Minnisota who killed his grandparents, all those people at the school, and then himself. I hate hearing stories about children who go into the school with guns blasting. I am a teacher and it bothers me on many many levels.

So...I think I will go back to avoiding the news. It will probably take the rest of my afternoon to counteract the negative thoughts that the news has planted in my head. So I will pray. And I will focus on all of the good...

Moving Again

Well...after 3 short months at in the falling down house I am moving out again. This time to a 2nd floor apartment with a golf course view in Mesquite. As far as parents go...I feel like I am pretty lucky. The don't ask too many questions and don't intrude too much in my life...but...living at home with mom and dad when you are 27 years old is hard. I think it is compounded by the fact that I work with them all day. So...off I go to a new apartment. I think I will be happy there. It is between where Nathan works and lives so it will be convient for us to see each other...and I have a great view of the golf course! It is a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom...both with garden tubs...and about 1200 sq ft...which I think makes this the biggest apartment I have lived in to date. And I get all of this for the cheap sum of $900 a month! It pays to leave on the cheap side of the metroplex!

One week later...

Well...here I sit at the computer...roughly one week later from my widom teeth extraction. At about this time last week I was being hooked up and knocked out...LOL. I am still sore...still on soft foods...mainly oatmeal, mashed potatoes, and frosties. I still have gaping holes in my mouth and the memories of the whole ordeal are way too fresh in my memory. BUT....the important thing is that it is over!

I have to say that "Third Molar Extraction"...better known as getting your wisdom teeth removed...is something that I am glad you only have to do once! I had a doctor appointment last Wednesday (the day after) and my doctor said that I might be sore for weeks...WEEKS!!! Drugs are my friends...I love them! I told my doc that I had this strange memory-type dream that I woke up during the surgery and it had really freaked me out. He said that more than likely I DID NOT wake up but was instead having an hallucination after they started to wake me up.

HALLUCINATION?!?!?!

I don't know...but it makes sense. I had a baby tooth pulled once because it wasn't disolving right so I think my mind may have used that memory plus the mix of my fears, anxiety, and drugs to really freak me out. I do remember laying there...trying to come out of the drugs...trying to get my mouth to form the word mom and crying...I think I was so glad it was over that I was emotional and just let it all out. I am sure they think I am crazy or something. :)

But fortunately it is all just a "distant" memory....LOL...

Now all I have to get through is going back to the dentist to get a small cavity filled...which...if you know me is going to cause more anxiety than going in for surgery!

Oh....to be normal...and not have anxiety about the dentist....what a perfect world it would be!