Hey I GOT A VERY SOLID A (94%) on my Chemistry test! WOOOHOOO! I cannot help but dance around with happiness!!! Actually several positive things happened today. (Thanks for your happy things wish Walter!)
One of COURSE was the Chem test!
The second was I was able to understand some of the troubles that were dogging my Phyiscs experience. That is the beauty of working through some of these problems with my good Friend. He helps peel back the layers and exposes things at times when I am ready to deal with them.
There is some history missing for some of you on that last post so I will try to sum it up quickly there has been some extreme incongruity between my knowledge in Physics and the grade on the tests I am getting.
One is that the tutors I have been seeing have been telling me I know the material and don't need tutors.
Two is that I have tutored quite a few other people in my class and help them come to a better understanding which means I have a good grasp on the material.
Three is that there is another girl in my class who has a good understanding of the material and is getting low test scores just like I have.
I knew all this and my tests still depressed me...it is that dragon...pushing me...my best was not enough. I could know it but if I got a C or D on the test I was not good enough.
With all that information and some recent experience unofficially tutoring my Chemistry classmates (and taking note of the fundamental reasons they were having trouble) I was able to quantify some things I have been struggling with in Physics.
CONFIDENCE: I have noticed after my tests my confidence in my abilities is at rock bottom and I cannot do the simplest problems in the homework. So part of my problem is a severe lack of confidence in my knowledge. When I can sit down and explain a problem that has stumped me to the tutor the first time I try...it tells me I lack confidence because the tutor gives me confidence that she will correct me if I am wrong and I am not often wrong.
KNOWING WHAT TO FILTER: Often teachers get excited and they give WAY more in-depth information that I need to know. Part of the process of learning is blocking the extraneous confusing info and getting the useful information. All that extra information was confusing me when I look at the problems.
SIMPLIFY MY APPROACH: Often I allow my brain to wonder, "well man that looks complicated...maybe I need to worry about this or that...how would I do that" when we haven't been taught about those things. Instead I should be taking the tools I have been given and assuming the problem can be solved easily with the tools I have and then applying them. I make the questions complicated and confuse myself.
Today I sat down and did all the Physics homework with only minor help and it all made sense and was easy just as it should be.
YEY! Thanks be to God...there is HOPE! My heart is lighter today than it has been in a very long time.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
What I Love Destroys Me
This post has been awhile in the making a lifetime actually. No, it didn't take me that long to write but it has taken me that long to experience.
It started when I was born. But my first run in with my love was in 5th grade. "How romantic", some may say. And others scoff knowingly and remind me, "you did not know Charles in 5th grade!" Ahh you are right. But often our deepest love affairs are with what is lurking inside. But you are getting me ahead of myself.
It was a bright sunny Upper Michigan day and I sat at my desk doing my homework. My permed hair carefully curled to impress and my big pink glasses perched on my nose. It is hard to say what happened, I don't even really know the details I just know the outcome. I made a mistake. If I remember right I made a mistake in my homework and got something wrong. And you know I got corrected, privately and kindly. But you see, this little girl with pink glasses was decent kid and she didn't get into much trouble in fact very little and she could not accept that fact that she had made a mistake.
Later, Mrs Edsell, talked with my mom and said this, "Heather doesn't make many mistakes, she always gets A's. She has always been a good child and has never had to face up to the fact that she is fallible." And I was given a peek at the little dragon that nested in my heart. But being a good kid and getting A's is never something to draw much bad attention to a person so I covered the little dragon and put it to bed. Every A I got, every praise, every accolade was food to this cute little dragon.
So the little girl in pink glasses grew. I got rid of the nerdy glasses and got contacts. I changed schools, changed houses and changed friends. Yet the little dragon stayed with me never far from my heart.
I graduated college and got a job. Jobs as a general rule have a lot of food for dragons of this sort. And this job was no exception to that rule. In fact, the food for my little dragon was so nourishing that it grew silently and swiftly without my taking note. You see by that time I had a severe fondness, perhaps love for this sweet little dragon that brought me joy.
Slowly, I found my joy was leaving, sucked out. My frustration, temper and anger grew into replace the peace and quiet in my soul. Burnout. Never a depressed person I faced bouts of depression. And I kept feeding the dragon. Charles would ask me to come home on time so we could spend time together and I chose to work late feeding my dragon. I didn't feel I chose, things just happened and came up but I did choose and I kept mothering that dragon.
So the girl grew more and things changed. I changed houses and lives; I have a dream, a dream I believe was given me by God. I started school again. My back and neck still ached, my temper was one thread from releasing and I had very little peace.
You see I believes a person can do anything they set their mind to doing. And if I am not succeeding it is because there is something wrong with me that I must change. Well school delt me some rough cards. But I picked them up, betted and played knowing I was already in trouble. But I kept playing because if I try hard enough and pray enough I can win.
Well that brings us up to the last few weeks. Anger with God was mounting. I should be getting A's or B's to get into graduate school and the harder I played and more devoted I became to my studies the worse I did. God did not pick up the slack and make it all better. I became angry at Him. He gave me this dream what is His deal? I became angry with myself because I was not good enough. I began to feel the pain of failure. That dragon went into a rage. It drove me to ignore all else but this one class. I was giving all I had, and it wasn't enough, yet the unseen dragon drove me forward. The dragon unwittingly drove me to my knees.
It was on my knees I found the answer. A small voice over the roar of the dragon exposed to me what life would be at the mercy of the dragon. Perhaps you can come to the same conclusions yourself if I ask you..."If this girl is self-hating because of a couple failures (to her a failure is a C) on her test, what will happen when a patient dies and she has done everything she can?" "Or even worse what if someone is harmed or dies because of her mistake?" These are the questions plied to my mind as I sat broken in a corner of a building drowning in a pool of self recrimination. The dragon still unnoticed drove me into a fury at the little voice. "WHY didn't You help me, God?". And then, God comes down and hugs the trembling little girl in the pink glasses and while she listens for His answer He says, "You have to learn this and it is not so painful now as it could be in the future."
It isn't over. You see I find myself falling at the feet of my Friend every morning begging for freedom from the dragon. The dragon that will destroy me. I failed again on a test last week, a D this time. It left me again, a heap of tears. I called my mom and Mom talked me through my self destructive voice of hate the insidiously reminds me I am not good enough and must be stupid. Mom guides her to a forgotten story of the little girl in pink glasses who could not fail. And then as I quietly wait again with tenderness God pulls the scales from my eyes and the dragon, poised and ready to take all from me is unveiled again. This time I am not angry. I am thankful. Thankful that God has chosen to reveal this to me now.
Does that mean I won't be a Dr? No, it doesn't. I have dropped the class to audit status to protect my GPA and I will have the privilege of learning without the pressure. In reality, this fight with my love, the dragon of my life, has just begun. And every day I try to choose to sacrifice my drive for perfection. I am sometimes afraid to destroy the dragon because I am afraid that I will lose something. I fear that I will be less than I could be. But that is a lie! The problem with my dragon is that "my best" is never good enough. It takes and takes and the more I pour in the more it demands. So as you see I will really be gaining a lot and losing very little. But the fight isn't over for me. The dragon has been with me a long time and it will take time and prayer to remove my pet from my life.
It started when I was born. But my first run in with my love was in 5th grade. "How romantic", some may say. And others scoff knowingly and remind me, "you did not know Charles in 5th grade!" Ahh you are right. But often our deepest love affairs are with what is lurking inside. But you are getting me ahead of myself.
It was a bright sunny Upper Michigan day and I sat at my desk doing my homework. My permed hair carefully curled to impress and my big pink glasses perched on my nose. It is hard to say what happened, I don't even really know the details I just know the outcome. I made a mistake. If I remember right I made a mistake in my homework and got something wrong. And you know I got corrected, privately and kindly. But you see, this little girl with pink glasses was decent kid and she didn't get into much trouble in fact very little and she could not accept that fact that she had made a mistake.
Later, Mrs Edsell, talked with my mom and said this, "Heather doesn't make many mistakes, she always gets A's. She has always been a good child and has never had to face up to the fact that she is fallible." And I was given a peek at the little dragon that nested in my heart. But being a good kid and getting A's is never something to draw much bad attention to a person so I covered the little dragon and put it to bed. Every A I got, every praise, every accolade was food to this cute little dragon.
So the little girl in pink glasses grew. I got rid of the nerdy glasses and got contacts. I changed schools, changed houses and changed friends. Yet the little dragon stayed with me never far from my heart.
I graduated college and got a job. Jobs as a general rule have a lot of food for dragons of this sort. And this job was no exception to that rule. In fact, the food for my little dragon was so nourishing that it grew silently and swiftly without my taking note. You see by that time I had a severe fondness, perhaps love for this sweet little dragon that brought me joy.
Slowly, I found my joy was leaving, sucked out. My frustration, temper and anger grew into replace the peace and quiet in my soul. Burnout. Never a depressed person I faced bouts of depression. And I kept feeding the dragon. Charles would ask me to come home on time so we could spend time together and I chose to work late feeding my dragon. I didn't feel I chose, things just happened and came up but I did choose and I kept mothering that dragon.
So the girl grew more and things changed. I changed houses and lives; I have a dream, a dream I believe was given me by God. I started school again. My back and neck still ached, my temper was one thread from releasing and I had very little peace.
You see I believes a person can do anything they set their mind to doing. And if I am not succeeding it is because there is something wrong with me that I must change. Well school delt me some rough cards. But I picked them up, betted and played knowing I was already in trouble. But I kept playing because if I try hard enough and pray enough I can win.
Well that brings us up to the last few weeks. Anger with God was mounting. I should be getting A's or B's to get into graduate school and the harder I played and more devoted I became to my studies the worse I did. God did not pick up the slack and make it all better. I became angry at Him. He gave me this dream what is His deal? I became angry with myself because I was not good enough. I began to feel the pain of failure. That dragon went into a rage. It drove me to ignore all else but this one class. I was giving all I had, and it wasn't enough, yet the unseen dragon drove me forward. The dragon unwittingly drove me to my knees.
It was on my knees I found the answer. A small voice over the roar of the dragon exposed to me what life would be at the mercy of the dragon. Perhaps you can come to the same conclusions yourself if I ask you..."If this girl is self-hating because of a couple failures (to her a failure is a C) on her test, what will happen when a patient dies and she has done everything she can?" "Or even worse what if someone is harmed or dies because of her mistake?" These are the questions plied to my mind as I sat broken in a corner of a building drowning in a pool of self recrimination. The dragon still unnoticed drove me into a fury at the little voice. "WHY didn't You help me, God?". And then, God comes down and hugs the trembling little girl in the pink glasses and while she listens for His answer He says, "You have to learn this and it is not so painful now as it could be in the future."
It isn't over. You see I find myself falling at the feet of my Friend every morning begging for freedom from the dragon. The dragon that will destroy me. I failed again on a test last week, a D this time. It left me again, a heap of tears. I called my mom and Mom talked me through my self destructive voice of hate the insidiously reminds me I am not good enough and must be stupid. Mom guides her to a forgotten story of the little girl in pink glasses who could not fail. And then as I quietly wait again with tenderness God pulls the scales from my eyes and the dragon, poised and ready to take all from me is unveiled again. This time I am not angry. I am thankful. Thankful that God has chosen to reveal this to me now.
Does that mean I won't be a Dr? No, it doesn't. I have dropped the class to audit status to protect my GPA and I will have the privilege of learning without the pressure. In reality, this fight with my love, the dragon of my life, has just begun. And every day I try to choose to sacrifice my drive for perfection. I am sometimes afraid to destroy the dragon because I am afraid that I will lose something. I fear that I will be less than I could be. But that is a lie! The problem with my dragon is that "my best" is never good enough. It takes and takes and the more I pour in the more it demands. So as you see I will really be gaining a lot and losing very little. But the fight isn't over for me. The dragon has been with me a long time and it will take time and prayer to remove my pet from my life.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Splattered with Equations
Well I am into my second week of school. *wiggling fingers and toes* yep still alive. Yep the teachers are doing more than reading the syllabus in class so it is the real thing.
I have never studied so hard in my life. In the past I have taken 14+ hrs and still had free time now I have 8hrs and am busy all the time. Yesterday I caught myself reading my textbook while I walked between classes. And amazingly it is no exaggeration that I am studying every waking hour. Yes I do take breaks. One of those times is usually walking between classes! :D
Breaks are essential in my learning I am finding out. If I do not take them I find my brain begins to pretend it is stupid. Such as the other day after 3 hours straight of physics problems I started to not be able to make out the most simple question. I looked up at Charles in real terror and said that I ought to go get checked for a learning disability cause I can't make out what is going on in this simple question. He kindly told me that maybe I should take a break and eat food. Yep...what a miracle a break and food can be. My mind hummed along storing and retrieving information like normal. WHEW!
Let's see. Physics a very interesting subject but my most difficult and is made even more difficult by the stereotypical professor who cannot teach simple concepts. He likes to complicate them with algebraic equations that mysteriously lose and gain numbers and units with a whisk of an erasure or a jot of a pen and no explanation but this endless of muttering which is mostly numbers and letters not sentences. (YES I sit in the front row even.)
I am narrowing down why people look at me weird when I walk out of class. It is either because I have a terrorized, stunned, deer-in-the-headlights look. Or it could be I have discarded remnants of algebraic equations all over my face that have splattered me as they are used and discarded in the frenzy of activity at the white board. I also wonder if my hair will get frizzy like Einstein's because of all the heat my brain is generating to catch up to "uber physics genius dr professor guy".
Fortunately, I have found the tutoring center and have a down to earth chemical physicist that is a friend of ours who will take the time to carefully explain things to me. I will also go spend some quality time with my professor in his office. He really does seem to be a nice fellow. Perhaps just not cut out for undergraduate entry level physics.
The Physics tests will be in the same format as the MCAT (not on purpose it just happened that way) and although they are going to be difficult if I can master them, the experience will go along way to helping me with the MCAT. So I am thankful for that and the information in physics is interesting and that helps a lot for me.
Chemistry, so far, is fairly easy for me. I have had several chemistry courses and taught some high school chemistry so I don't expect too much drama from this class. The teacher is excellent and very open.
All in all I think it will be a good semester. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers because I am concerned about my physics course it is a bit overwhelming.
I have never studied so hard in my life. In the past I have taken 14+ hrs and still had free time now I have 8hrs and am busy all the time. Yesterday I caught myself reading my textbook while I walked between classes. And amazingly it is no exaggeration that I am studying every waking hour. Yes I do take breaks. One of those times is usually walking between classes! :D
Breaks are essential in my learning I am finding out. If I do not take them I find my brain begins to pretend it is stupid. Such as the other day after 3 hours straight of physics problems I started to not be able to make out the most simple question. I looked up at Charles in real terror and said that I ought to go get checked for a learning disability cause I can't make out what is going on in this simple question. He kindly told me that maybe I should take a break and eat food. Yep...what a miracle a break and food can be. My mind hummed along storing and retrieving information like normal. WHEW!
Let's see. Physics a very interesting subject but my most difficult and is made even more difficult by the stereotypical professor who cannot teach simple concepts. He likes to complicate them with algebraic equations that mysteriously lose and gain numbers and units with a whisk of an erasure or a jot of a pen and no explanation but this endless of muttering which is mostly numbers and letters not sentences. (YES I sit in the front row even.)
I am narrowing down why people look at me weird when I walk out of class. It is either because I have a terrorized, stunned, deer-in-the-headlights look. Or it could be I have discarded remnants of algebraic equations all over my face that have splattered me as they are used and discarded in the frenzy of activity at the white board. I also wonder if my hair will get frizzy like Einstein's because of all the heat my brain is generating to catch up to "uber physics genius dr professor guy".
Fortunately, I have found the tutoring center and have a down to earth chemical physicist that is a friend of ours who will take the time to carefully explain things to me. I will also go spend some quality time with my professor in his office. He really does seem to be a nice fellow. Perhaps just not cut out for undergraduate entry level physics.
The Physics tests will be in the same format as the MCAT (not on purpose it just happened that way) and although they are going to be difficult if I can master them, the experience will go along way to helping me with the MCAT. So I am thankful for that and the information in physics is interesting and that helps a lot for me.
Chemistry, so far, is fairly easy for me. I have had several chemistry courses and taught some high school chemistry so I don't expect too much drama from this class. The teacher is excellent and very open.
All in all I think it will be a good semester. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers because I am concerned about my physics course it is a bit overwhelming.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A Glimpse from a Trimbling Limb
The deed has been done, the seeds sown, the lot has been cast. However you want to look at it I am headed to school starting Aug 22, 2007. For me it is triumph over doubt and a trip through serious self-examination. I have set my foot on the path and the way is forward.
Ok people go to school every year what's the drama. You're right. Oddly between 2001 and 2007 it became harder. I grew up, experienced the "real world" if you will, fought the noose of debt and didn't fully win. But you know what? I am excited to report I am a lot closer to winning debt than when I started.
At 31 years old God has given my husband and me the ability to have a home free of any lien or mortgage. He has also blessed me with a lot of spiritually deep family, friends and co-workers that helped me grow in my own spirituality. He also carried me through some mentally tough situations and in so doing added depth to my soul and humbleness to my spirit. (yeh He still has work to do on me!!!)
In my "My Space" site is a quote that embodies the only fear I wish to have in my life -
"I wish to fear not death but to fear life without truly living. Because is there a worse death then such?"
When at the call of God you step out on a limb and abandon yourself to a dream, the sprig shakes and the leaves fall around you. But the vision beyond the protected branches is worth the instability of the trembling twig.
What is your dream?
Ok people go to school every year what's the drama. You're right. Oddly between 2001 and 2007 it became harder. I grew up, experienced the "real world" if you will, fought the noose of debt and didn't fully win. But you know what? I am excited to report I am a lot closer to winning debt than when I started.
At 31 years old God has given my husband and me the ability to have a home free of any lien or mortgage. He has also blessed me with a lot of spiritually deep family, friends and co-workers that helped me grow in my own spirituality. He also carried me through some mentally tough situations and in so doing added depth to my soul and humbleness to my spirit. (yeh He still has work to do on me!!!)
In my "My Space" site is a quote that embodies the only fear I wish to have in my life -
"I wish to fear not death but to fear life without truly living. Because is there a worse death then such?"
When at the call of God you step out on a limb and abandon yourself to a dream, the sprig shakes and the leaves fall around you. But the vision beyond the protected branches is worth the instability of the trembling twig.
What is your dream?
Monday, July 9, 2007
A New Way to View Fireworks
Hmm too much has happened since my last post. July 4 was spectacular. Why? Well I was able to indulge my pyro tendencies and watch the fire works from the happening side. And better than that my mom was here.
We spent part of the day getting Mom a computer case, then we went to Rutkowski's for "linner" (Lunch X Dinner) and I skimmed their pool for bugs while I swam...that always keeps me busy. Strange habit? I guess I like to save the ones I can and make sure the dead ones don't get on me. Then we took off for Winston-Salem, a Warthog (I could go off about that name) game and fireworks. Jason Rutkowski helps set off professional fire works shows.
I don't have the photos imported yet but the unexploded fireworks looked different then I expected. Humble brown paper cones from 2"-4" with names like orange fury and green lightening. It was very cool. There were racks of pipes that they had ALL of the fireworks loaded into and their wicks like brightly color tails over the edge of each pipe. We sat around and ate more watermelon and waited for 9pm or the end of the game if it went past 9pm.
....as I stare off into space, rock slowly and reminisce...
Eric and I were crazy about fire. When we were younger one of our jobs was to take out the trash and burn it. Truly I don't believe Mom or Dad ever had to nag us about that one. We would melt bags on sticks and little fire bombs would drip slowly off the deforming bag creating meyham and destruction where ever it landed...if you were the size of a bug. And no we never harmed little bugs knowingly but Eric and I both have scars on our hands where our little plastic bombs hit us instead of the ground.
Good times.
As the fireworks began the smell of sulfer and smoke filled my nose and a smile spread onto my face. Over and over forms would bend down, light the fuses and run a few steps away. A great flash of blazing orange light would explode from the pipe and a delicate fairy trail of light would shoot to the sky. Several times twinkly sparks would rain down around us and people would dance erratically to dodge each little searing ember.
The finale was 3 crates full of pipes each laden with a 3 or 4" shell and each fuse precisely coupled with the fuse next to it. Many of my photographs look white hot in the center with countless red tentacles trailing away. It was a wondrous cacophony of whistles and thunderous roars.
We rode home with Terry and Randy. Randy voice was a soft hum in my ears as he discussed, all the way home, a new breast cancer drug with Mom. My eyes were weighty with sleep.
Ahhh the perfect ending to the 4th of July!
We spent part of the day getting Mom a computer case, then we went to Rutkowski's for "linner" (Lunch X Dinner) and I skimmed their pool for bugs while I swam...that always keeps me busy. Strange habit? I guess I like to save the ones I can and make sure the dead ones don't get on me. Then we took off for Winston-Salem, a Warthog (I could go off about that name) game and fireworks. Jason Rutkowski helps set off professional fire works shows.
I don't have the photos imported yet but the unexploded fireworks looked different then I expected. Humble brown paper cones from 2"-4" with names like orange fury and green lightening. It was very cool. There were racks of pipes that they had ALL of the fireworks loaded into and their wicks like brightly color tails over the edge of each pipe. We sat around and ate more watermelon and waited for 9pm or the end of the game if it went past 9pm.
....as I stare off into space, rock slowly and reminisce...
Eric and I were crazy about fire. When we were younger one of our jobs was to take out the trash and burn it. Truly I don't believe Mom or Dad ever had to nag us about that one. We would melt bags on sticks and little fire bombs would drip slowly off the deforming bag creating meyham and destruction where ever it landed...if you were the size of a bug. And no we never harmed little bugs knowingly but Eric and I both have scars on our hands where our little plastic bombs hit us instead of the ground.
Good times.
As the fireworks began the smell of sulfer and smoke filled my nose and a smile spread onto my face. Over and over forms would bend down, light the fuses and run a few steps away. A great flash of blazing orange light would explode from the pipe and a delicate fairy trail of light would shoot to the sky. Several times twinkly sparks would rain down around us and people would dance erratically to dodge each little searing ember.
The finale was 3 crates full of pipes each laden with a 3 or 4" shell and each fuse precisely coupled with the fuse next to it. Many of my photographs look white hot in the center with countless red tentacles trailing away. It was a wondrous cacophony of whistles and thunderous roars.
We rode home with Terry and Randy. Randy voice was a soft hum in my ears as he discussed, all the way home, a new breast cancer drug with Mom. My eyes were weighty with sleep.
Ahhh the perfect ending to the 4th of July!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Just a Thought
Some people are like Slinkies - Not really good for anything, but will bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
This amused me heavily today. Enjoy the deep thought.
This amused me heavily today. Enjoy the deep thought.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Intimate Acquaintance with Poison Ivy
Every had poison ivy? Not me...before now anyway.
Well for the last two weeks I have been gaining an intimate knowledge of poison ivy reactions.
A couple Sabbath's ago I went strolling with my dearest in the UNC Botanical garden. It was a lovely day looking at the most common and rarest of plants. Bladder Ferns or carnivorous plants, anyone? We played with a sensitive plant, making its little leaves close up with a gentle brush. We even got to sit and listen to what we call "rubber band" frogs. Hold a fat rubber band extremely taut and *twang* it. That is the sound the frog makes.
We had identified poison ivy through out the gardens in the more "brushy" and "wild" parts. But we didn't go wondering off the trail so we didn't think much of it.
Ha, maybe we should have!
Tuesday last week I found myself digging at my neck while I worked at the computer. Yep a big old rash on the underside of my chin and left side of my neck. Then it showed up on my lip. Later that week it swelled up my left ear something fierce. My ear stopped having delicate little folds and became a festering red lump of flesh.
Nice.
But from pictures I saw online I didn't get it HALF as bad as some people have. :)
The excitement of a new place!
Wonder if I will come out infected with it head to toe when backpacking. Guess we'll see. :D Hopefully we can go backpacking a couple weeks from now.
Well for the last two weeks I have been gaining an intimate knowledge of poison ivy reactions.
A couple Sabbath's ago I went strolling with my dearest in the UNC Botanical garden. It was a lovely day looking at the most common and rarest of plants. Bladder Ferns or carnivorous plants, anyone? We played with a sensitive plant, making its little leaves close up with a gentle brush. We even got to sit and listen to what we call "rubber band" frogs. Hold a fat rubber band extremely taut and *twang* it. That is the sound the frog makes.
We had identified poison ivy through out the gardens in the more "brushy" and "wild" parts. But we didn't go wondering off the trail so we didn't think much of it.
Ha, maybe we should have!
Tuesday last week I found myself digging at my neck while I worked at the computer. Yep a big old rash on the underside of my chin and left side of my neck. Then it showed up on my lip. Later that week it swelled up my left ear something fierce. My ear stopped having delicate little folds and became a festering red lump of flesh.
Nice.
But from pictures I saw online I didn't get it HALF as bad as some people have. :)
The excitement of a new place!
Wonder if I will come out infected with it head to toe when backpacking. Guess we'll see. :D Hopefully we can go backpacking a couple weeks from now.
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