The past twenty four hours has been kinda rough on me. I have been having what seems to be an allergic reaction to something. My normal reactions to allergins, I am able to deal with, and they usually don’t impact my life like they have been. But, I have been dealing with red, painful, itchy, dry, sticky eyes. I normally don’t have this reaction to allergins. I do have issues with my eyes and light. All light not just the sun.
Anyways, back from that tangent. I was so miserable this morning, I had to go to urgent care. Urgent care was fine. They decided to treat me for allergies and pink eye. I don’t think I have pink eye, but if the eye drops help, I will take them for the week that was prescribed today.
A few months ago, my therapist said he thought that he thought I didn’t need to be coming anymore. That I just needed case management. I was hesitent about it, but I agreed.
All of that came crashing down on me on Monday, when I had an epic meltdown. I broke down and made an appointment for yesterday at noon. My therapist said that he didn’t know how long the session was going to be due to the fact that he had screwed something up, and possibly could get fired cause of it.
I ended up feeling like he wasn’t fully listening and that he was preoccupied about what had happened that didn’t involve me.
I really felt and I told him that he was saying that my feelings weren’t valid. I really wish that I lived in a big city, or better yet, a country that has healthcare that actually would do something and help me have access to the resources that I need. I have medical needs that are in threat due to the government wanting to do away with the healthcare that is in place. I am not saying that it is perfect, but it is better than millions of people loosing the healthcare that they so desperatly need.
So, I don’t care where you are from, or how much you make, we all deserve our healthcare needs to be met.
Well, every woman in the develpoed world will have come to a point in her life where she has had to make the decision about tampons. Why have we not been taught to ask questions about what they are made of? We are taught to ask and learn what is in our food, but why not our feminine products like pads and tampons?
I came across a video on facebook that brought this situation to my attention.
And it needs to be talked about. Because we matter. As sisters, mothers, and as human beings we matter.
No this is not a sponsored blog. I feel very strongly about talking about this. I would have never thought to research it on my own. Until tonight that is.
In part this blog is to get your attention, in part to get you talking about this. And also in part a review based solely on the video that I watched.
The company I have been talking about is called Lola. The website is Lola Tampons
From what I have seen, we need to get behind theses ladies, and support them. They will help change the now and the future.
Today I get to write from the dog park. I almost didn’t go out today. Why? Because I deal with depression and anxiety and they suck. They suck up all my extra energy.
I’m constantly anxious and depressed. I am wanting to get better some days it is hard leaving the house.
I am so happy that I brought Motley today. It isn’t often I can bring him without anyone else. I love being able to come with the family, but sometimes it is nice to be able to do my own thing.
I love watching Motley trying to play. It doesn’t seem like he knows how to play with other dogs. But he tries. I’m so happy we rescued him.
That is all for my ramblings for now. Thank you for reading! I hope you come back to read more!
So, I was just sitting here at work looking at Facebook. And I came across this video that tells of a man, whom has down syndrome. But he hasn’t let that get in his way of owning his own photography studio after graduating from college.
While I was watching it, I remembered something else I saw. I don’t remember where, but it was telling how we are much more than the labels we are given at birth. I want to expand on that.
I am much more than the labels of mom, sister, daughter, girlfriend, aunt. There are many people with those labels in the world. How can I stand out from them? How can you stand out from the people whom share whatever labels you share them with?
I love to cook, and take care of others. I do things very differently than my sisters and brothers. And I am glad that I don’t do things like them. I am thankful that I think differently then everyone else.
What do you have to offer that no one else does? You are the only one that thinks like you. You are the only one that feels like you do. Your opinions, and how you view the world are uniquely you.
I love Melaleuca. I think everyone should be using it. But not everyone that has tried it likes it like I do. Yes, people have had bad experiences with it. I think that is bound to happen with anything you try. Not everyone is going to have a great experience. And that is okay. What is important is that you try, and if you end up having a negative experience, and are truly unsatisfied, at least you know that you tried and gave it your best effort.
If you want to know more I can send you a link for a presentation to learn about this great company!!
If you have any questions ask away!!! I would love to hear from you about your interest, or your experience with Melaleuca, or any other company!! Even if the experience with Melaleuca was not so good, I invite you to come back and give it another try! Who knows, you might just have a better experience this time around.
So, my night job is at an assisted living facility. I am a Licsened Nursing Assistant. I love what I do, but the hours can really take it’s toll not on just me, but my family. I honestly can’t see my self doing anything else, unless it is staying at home and taking care of my family and working from there.
There are some nights that go by really fast, but other nights where it goes so slow. I take care of people with varing stages of Alzhimer’s and Dementia cases. So every day is different. Some nights I have residents whom are having a hard night sleeping, and others where everyone sleeps fine. I never know what is going to happen until it happens.
If you work in any type of place that deals with kids, or if you are a parent, you will be able to understand better than those who don’t.
Kids are strange and interesting little creatures. So curious about everything. I am so happy that I am a mother. But I still have my days where I want to pull out all of my hair. But I also go to the other end, and doubt that I am a good parent and I am sure that I am messing up my boys.
My weren’t planned at all. But I am so happy that I have them. I love being able to see them discovering things and learning how thinks work. I would never change when I had them. I am so happy that they are seven years apart.
I only wish I had more friends who had kids around the same age as my own. But hopefully I will be able to make more friends.