There is no way after 3 months of no updates, I am going to possibly catch up with my fast paced, live-by-the-seat of your pants life. 

Here are the highlights:

Crazy medicine = gone.  Thank you Lord.  Healthy and happy.  I had my (hopefully) last surgery October 10th, and though the 3 weeks of no work made me poor.  I have yet to be removed of any more organs, and everything it working like it should be.  I'll take being a little poor in exchange for that.  Also, I was absolutely blown away by my support system.  I think we don't always realize all the people who care and watch out for us.  as tragic as that is, I felt the love both in the hospital and at home.  Cards, movies, food, flowers, I got the royal freaking treatment.  It was great, and it did not go unnoticed or appreciated.  I am a very, very, lucky girl.

I also got my diploma in the mail which is very, very exciting.  I do have to say that is is a little irritating to hold in my hand the thing that can be my ticket to a consistent salary and great benifets.  Maguire's has been great for my though.  It was definitely necessary to take a year off and calm my shit down.  I am really looking forward to May to see where life is going to take me.  I am crossing my fingers about Prosthetics School, but if I can't get back in, I think it'll be time to make a career decision.  It is scary because if I don't get in, I am thinking about a totally different direction.  I am have thought about teaching, or working for a catering company.  I thought about don't the concierge thing too.  Like at a really nice hotel.  I know nothing about income, or how to get into that .  Strange.  Let me know if you have any ideas.

I also have a wonderful boyfriend who reads this blog...so that is all you get about that.  :)

OK, the family is beckoning, so I am going to go  I hope everyone is fabulous, and the holidays have begun on a fantastic note.

This medicine is making me crazy.  So for those of you who don't know, I am currently on some pretty high dose shit to hopefully avoid yet another surgery.  Basically last October when all the gallbladder mumbo-jumbo started, they found a cyst that is not suppossed to be there.   So fast forward 8 months, adn I am on all these really high dose hormones to hopefully shrink it.  Yeah for trying to avoid surgery, boo for making me crazy.  No joke, a f****** loon.

I have absolutly no control over my emotions and it is driving me nuts.  I have cried four times in the past week over completely relavent shit like dropping a pen or loosing a game of Spider Solitare.  I think I am cracking up.  It is actually a very hard thing to explain though, I mean seriously, all people see is me crack up and cry.  Booooo.....

Other than the complete lack of emotional control, things are going great.  Work is great, friends are great, and those more than friends are great too.  I just hope I don't crack up and sabatage every relationship I have ever made. Ha!  Six weeks and I will be normal, promise.  Stick with me people, I need the love ; )

I hope everyone is great.  I have been trying to make more phone calls lately as I know since moving back to Dallas I have emerged myself in my own lovely bubble.  I did take comfort after calling Mrs. Monson the other day...though we hadn't talked in a good couple months, I called during the worst week of her life, and without as much of a hello I got the Jenny vent.  I have missed the Jenny vent. :)

So warm wishes to everyone, and to anyone who has a spare one, call me and tell me you love me and that I am not crazy.  I'd appriciate it.

Night!