Monday, November 15, 2010

Breathtaking.

Bonjour! Bon soir?! Bon Nuit?!?!

This is breathtaking.
Time: Midnight. (probably later by the time I post this)
Place: Sitting in my kitchen

Setting: Stella (my pupskidew) & Cooper (the old man dog) are restlessly wondering around me, trying to get situated on my feet.

In front of me: The table is sprawled with notebooks and binders and this laptop .

To my right: An open 'Human Anatomy' text I saved from a summer class; opened and explored for spits and wiggles.

There is a half empty jar of jelly in the far corner of the table (top on but unscrewed).
Tea cooler in a Disney travel mug is opposite the jelly.
My ipod is charging as it rests on a bottle of enzymes on the counter.

As always, there is a half eaten bag of chips on the counter, usually sour cream and union. (I assume if I stay up any longer this bag will not make it to dawn).
My dad's old-man-bottle-neck glasses rest on his lunch bag and duffel bag which sit, packed and ready on the chair against the wall.
To my right is my upside down cryphone (iphone) exposing the lettering "SWEET" on the 'banana yellow' case. The phone has landed next to the tape measure.
Draped over the chair that holds my 'change of clothes sac' and purse is an old denim jacket that belongs to my father. With a leather collar and a plastic baggie hanging out of the pocket, it's clear he took the dogs out. (The same dogs that have now made my pinkie toes numb.)
To my left on the floor is a shoulder bag with the words "Tout est bien, qui fini bien". with every school book I own, unorganized and untouched crammed inside. Ironic; I have known that the phrase translates to "All is well that ends well", but the secret to it's grammar construction is sitting in one of the books that I am avoiding.

French! I love you, I need you, I will seemingly NEVER understand you.

What's more,Right NOW the saying proves true. I am beginning the ending of my semester. Cross Country ended two weeks ago. Pygmalion, the fall theatre production at Neumann, ended last night. Both activities were strenuous to get through, and in the 'last hour' they showed me extreme satisfaction and accomplishment. Just as I was proclaiming my declarations of 'I WILL NEVER RUN AGAIN' and ' I WILL NEVER BUILD A SET FOR OVER 12 HOURS FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE' these words hold not weight or reliability now.

The days go on and nothing lasts.
I am left wishing for the days I spent wishing were over.

My life theory has always been that low lows lead to high highs. You don't know what it is to be clean until you've laid in mud. (You choose the high and low in that scenario)

The line 'Thank GOD it's all over" from Pygmalion runs through my head. I don't like endings. I don't like down time. I especially don't enjoy catching up. Instead of working and studying what was due two weeks ago I sit here, taking breaths. Thank GOD it's all over.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Ol' College Try

Pressed for time? Vest in your spare time!

I love to be jam packed with work from the time I wake up, to the time I go to bed. I do not see eye to eye with Cystic Fibrosis. CF never takes a break because I'd rather rehearse an extra hour than do my meds.

I have tried to get around doing my treatments. I try to trick my lungs into thinking and acting like a poorly written high school research paper -wait until the last minute then cram. Has anyone ever tried to 'cram' a treatment? Honestly. Has anyone ever said to themselves "I'm going to sit on my vest for 10 hours on Sunday because i just don't have time to do it this week." ? If so, how did that work out?
All things worthy of your attention require your time of day, everyday.

However, I have been able to live the life I enjoy thanks to one little gadget.

Fantastical! Practical! The Car Outlet! Genius! Amazing!
I spend between 1 and 2 hours a day in my car! Why not do my treatments whenever I am on the go?! It's an ideal situation. I don't have to wake up earlier for my treatments. I am doing them on my commute to school, at lunch time, and on my way home. By the time I reach my bed to sleep, I can flop on my bed and crash.

So, you can live the life you want, it just might take a little tweaking