Sympathy… I Don’t Need It.

Whenever someone finds out I have MS, they act like I’m dying. Like it’s the worst news I’ve ever been given. Of course, I automatically want to punch said person(s) in the throat. Why?

Because I am left the rest of the day feeling self-conscious about myself. Whenever I get this sympathy,  I become uncomfortable with my diagnosis.

Note to you healthy people: Don’t do this to MS folks. Don’t.

We already have our issues with our bodies every day and we don’t need your sympathy to where we are even more aware of our issues. I don’t need to feel like there’s something “tragically” wrong with me. There isn’t. Outside of this disease, I’m quite okay. Fine, actually. I’m not depressed. I’m not upset anymore that I have RRMS, I’m quite content with it. It’s the hand I got dealt.

So please, when you find out my diagnosis, don’t give me that look and give me your “worst news” voice. Smile and wish me luck or ask me about my journey. Or please, change the topic. Or keep walking.

One Lovely Blog Award

Let me start by thanking MSnuButterflies for nominating me for this. It’s kind of flattering to think one of my fellow bloggers gave me this honor when I’ve only had my blog up a short time. So, thank you again. (Please stop by her blog for awesome reads about laughs, life, and of course, MS).

Seven things about me:

  1. I love everything about there is about photography. I’m rarely seen without a camera in my hand.
  2. I’m a die-hard Steelers fan.
  3. It’s a well-known fact with everyone I know and now I’m sharing with you that I wish Channing Tatum would fall off a cliff somewhere. I can’t stand him.
  4. My kryptonite is tequila.
  5. I swear Roger the Alien from American Dad is my real brother. (Or sister???)
  6. I’m passionate about helping the youth in my community.
  7. I frequently volunteer in homeless shelters in my community

Please check out the 10 blogs I have nominated. I found it really hard to narrow it down to 10. There are so many wonderful and inspiring blogs. I encourage you to visit all of these wonderful blogs.

  1. LivingIncurably
  2. Being Lydia
  3. Mini2z
  4. As I Live & Breathe
  5. Personally Me Blog
  6. Indisposed and Undiagnosed
  7. Butterfly Sand
  8. Pain Pals
  9. Subjunctive Collapse
  10. Two Rooms Plus Utilities

If you choose to accept my nomination for “One Lovely Blog” award please follow these rules.

Award rules are:

1. Thank the person that has nominated you & include a link to their blog.

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs of your choice.

3. Link your nominees and let them know of your nomination.

4. Share seven different things about yourself.

 

My Adventure

My sister and friend (plus some kids) decided we all needed to have a hiking adventure yesterday. Me? Well, I was kind of leery about it. My experience with the Copaxone hasn’t been that great. I ended up with an Upper Respiratory Infection and tonsillitis. I was talked into the hiking adventure, however. Giving the benefit of doubt, I joined.

It couldn’t be that bad, right?

Right????

No, really, it wasn’t that bad. The hiking trail was beautiful. I do mean BEAUTIFUL.

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Then there was this waterfall…20160518_202445

….which my friend’s daughter later fell down and went with later. (Literally. She fell down the waterfall) and my sister cleverly yells “Don’t go chasing waterfalls..”

and then…

I’m proud of this one. I pushed myself to climb a cliff and finish the trail. Which I did.

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People may argue limits and boundaries with this disease… and I will argue one more time back. This disease is NOT and WILL NOT define who I’m going to be. I will continue to be who I’ve always been. A stubborn & determined person. I will always be that person. I may have MS… it does not have me.

Grad School Finals….

is there such a thing???????????

No.

But.

Your ass better retained what you’ve learned at the beginning of the semester… otherwise– your 3.0 GPA is in jeopardy. You slide below 3.0…. Adios!

I’m a Forensic Psychology graduate student and I slid my heart, soul, blood and tears into my final project. 18 pages. This is where I would complain and say I miss undergrad. I don’t. Not even close.

One step closer to being a Forensic Psychologist.

One step close to goals being finished.

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