Hmmm. I don't even know when I last updated. Um...the marriage is still going good. We're on conflicting work schedules right now so we don't see each other that often, but he's off an extra day now so that helps even things out.

Kroger is unabashedly horrible, also as usual. No one understands how I, with such a short temper and lack of patience, can tolerate drunks, foreigners, prostitutes, angry children, geriatric horrors and generally not nice people screaming into my face all day. I think it's mainly because I need my job- the powerful urge to eat still persisting and all. It really gets on my nerves when these little teenagers who still live with their parents complain so much and always try to leave early and slack off. They have no idea what it is like to have to pay your own bills, as well as buy your own gas, food, clothes and anything else you want on such a low salary. Plus they're horning in on my hours. I'd like to go full time but my seniority is so low I'm doubting that opportunity will roll around for several more years- I hope I don't even work AT Kroger for several more years. Still, everyone says they're proud of me for keeping the job for so long. Even my supervisors constantly ask my opinion, so I guess they at least realize I'm competent.

Besides husbanding and Krogering about the only interesting thing going on right now is the FABLE II game. I think I have a serious addiction problem. It's amazing how 4 hours can disappear when you're running around slaying trolls in a fantasy world.

So....yeah. And yes, Walter is VERY tall. I'm afraid to see what any kids will look like. Will they just be average height? I would snag the tallest guy on the block.

Bye for now.

Well, it's official, I'm a Fishel. Mrs. Walter Fishel, to be exact. There's a couple of pics of the wedding on my myspace page if anyone wants to look: myspace.com/ahktushadelyn
So far the marriage is working out wonderfully. I love my hubby!

Okay, I know. I never update. I'm now officially short a vestigial organ, as my poor, exhausted gallbladder had to be removed. On monday night I had excruciating pain in my stomach that caused my parents to take me to the emergency room, where they say "you have gall stones, and they're escaping. that baby's gotta go." So they did one surgery to get the stone that escaped into my bile duct and another to acutally take out my gallbladder. Now I'm uber sore and nauseous from the pain pills, but at least I'll probably never have to deal with that terrible stomach pain again. The scars are gross.

In other news, the wedding has been moved up to June 23rd. It's going to be a tiny wedding, but at least his grandmother will be able to make it. Pray for her if you want, her health is really going down hill. I can't wait for Walter to be my hubby! He's sad cause I'm laid up in bed at my parents' house. Oh well. Hopefully things will get better from here!

I'M ENGAGED!

Well, its been a while. Things are going okay, I suppose. I got some brain scans done which resulted in the doctor saying something along the lines of "wow...what's with that hole in your brain?" I'm thinking there's not an actual hole there, it just means that part of my brain isn't working. Apparently I have a ton of brain trauma. I never realized all those knocks I took on the head were actually doing anything to me. Also, my left temporal lobe is all smashed up, which explains my severe problems with short term memory, irritability, and my continuous tics. Apparently it's not touretes like I thought. It's a thing called temporal epilepsy. In other words, I have seizures in my temporal lobe. Since its not affecting my whole brain I don't fall on the ground and convulse, but I do have spontaneous uncontrolled body movements and vocal tics. I'll have to thank whoever whacked me with a pool cue on the left side of my head at FC, because they're guessing thats what caused it. My frontal lobe is also kind of messed up, with patches kind of working only when they feel compelled to. Its called scalloping. This is what apparently contributes to my complete lack of attention, easy distraction and unusual sensory sensetivity.
Also, the thingy that connects my brain halves together is going weird, which could be the cause of these dissociative episodes I've been having (what I formerly considered the "possessed by satan" syndrome.) He also said its depression central, and its no wonder why I'm uber depressed, even when things are going well.
On the plus side, I'm never going to get alzhimers. The part of my brain that controls that stuff is in outstandinly good shape.
It feels good to actually have a diagnosis and have a clue what's actually going on up there, because for a while I was starting to think I was from another planet or something. Also, so many people yelling "you're faking it!" in my face was starting to make me wonder if I really was faking it and somehow wasn't aware of it. So this proves that just because symptoms are atypical, a person isn't necessarily faking it. The downside is now I KNOW there's something wrong with me, and I've had to completely change my meds AGAIN, which has caused me a lot of stomach trouble.
However, I don't plan to use this information as an excuse to do whatever I want and act however I want. Its still up to me to improve myself as much as I possibly can, and I refuse to let a weird brain keep me down. Plus, over time, some of the damage can heal if I take care of myself. So please pray for me that I'll keep getting better. My fits have mostly stopped now and I'm already a lot more calm and focused. I just hope it stays that way.

My official diagnosis:

-schizoaffective disorder
-temporal epilepsy
-Attention Defecit Diorder

-Brit