Show and Tell-My Toy Blanky

My toy blanky is something that I have cherished my entire life. It was given to me as a new born. It has been there for me through thick and thin, sad times and happy times. When I leave my toy blanky some where it is a huge deal, that is why i have a back up. Nothing beats the original though. I have to curl it up into a ball/circle every night and sleep on it. I am pretty sure it use to be white, but now it is an off (some what dingy) white. The pattern has three different baby toys that range all over it. It is about two by two feet. It is still extremely soft to the touch. The toy colors are light pink, light blue, light green, and light yellow. The actual toys that are on the blanket are a baby bottle, baby alphabet blocks, a rattle, and a safety pin. The edges of the blanky have been re-stiched over three times, that being a triple stich, not single. The corners are all falling apart and ripping from the blanket. It has permawrinkles (permant wrinkles) from being folded, slept with, cried on, large amounts of drool, and many many washes.

My Spring "Break"

You may be wondering why I quoted break, well my spring break was NO break. Here is the story of my spring hell. It all began on Monday the 21st of March when I knew what kind of spring break I was going to have. On Monday I has diagnosed with a bladder infection, the doctor told me that I only needed to take the pain medication for a couple of days, so come Thursday the 24th of March. That morning I decided that I didn't need to take the pain medicine because I felt fine, or so I thought. I did feel fine till about 1 pm. I began to the feel the burning sensation, I told myself that I could just take my pain medicine when I got home, which was going to be around 4 pm. So, I continued with my day. Sat in English class, went to my TA period, and after school I had to teach a dance, this is when the pain really began. Once I got home I took two pain medications, around 6 pm I knew I was in trouble. I couldn't walk, couldn't sit still, and was in the worst pain of my life. My mom and I went to the ER in Eagle (I threw up the entire way there). Once we arrived at the Emergency Room I ran straight to the bathroom, continued throwing up. This was becoming the worst event in my entire life...three doses of morphine and 6 1/2 hours later....I had been injected 13 times threw my IV, had two pelvic examines, a huge catheter, two ultrasounds, an awful chemical drink before the cat scan (that I eventually threw up, so that was awesome), and the cat scan. After all this the doctor comes in and says, "well you passed a kidney stone to your bladder, and you have two more up in your kidneys." I couldn't say anything, I mean what are you suppose to say when someone tells you that? I didn't know either. So had no school Friday. But over my spring break my mom and I got an awesome tattoo together. It was a bonding experience that I will never forget, obviously since it's permanent. My spring break was going pretty good, just a lot of pills, rest, and water! I thought I was fine, all until Monday, the 4th of April rolls around. I began to experience the same pain that I had on Thursday. My mom took me to the quick care in Eagle, yes all the way to State and Eagle (all because we have yet to discover the technology to transfer people's records). After waiting for about 15 minutes I was taken back, took a urine sample, well actually gave them one. The doctor said my pee was clear as day, she didn't believe this so she sent it off to get cultured. What can I say, people love my urine :] she then went on to say that one of my ureter tube was extremely swollen and liquids were trying to go UP the tube, and liquids (pee) should only go DOWN the tube. I am now going to have to go see a urologist on Wednesday because she said there was something wrong but she was unable to determine what that was. And for Tuesday, had to sleep in the bathroom..ICE (in case of emergency). I also had to attempt to teach a group of eight dancers a dance. Came home and slept for two hours, and now attempting to write a blog. Now you can see why I would rather call this my spring hell, not my spring break.

it's what kidney stones will do to you.