An apple a day keeps the doctor away...

Wow has it been a long time or what?! You know I really don't have any excuses on why I haven't been keeping up on this blog. I am just lazy I guess. My life is just so boring I figure no one wants to hear about my everyday happenings. Let's see what has happened in the past month that may be interesting to hear about?? Well I go to school and work and that's about it.

Ok so they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away right? I decided I need to start eating an apple a day then because I have been to the doctor 4 times in the past 2 1/2 weeks and to the hospital once. Hating needles with a passion is really hard when 3 out of the four times you go to the doctor they have to stick one in you! I got my blood drawn 3 times and my finger pricked 3 times. The doctor finally came to the conclusion that I have hypoglycemia and he put me on a strict diet. It is hard to go on a diet of no sugar when sugar was practically your main food group! Ha ha no just kidding but I love sugar!

To make matters worse, Saturday night I started not being able to breathe very well and my chest hurt. I tried to hide it like I always do because I don't like people to know when I don't feel good but I made a promise to Scott I would tell him when I don't feel good. He asked me what I was thinking and that was the end of it...I had to tell him it was hard to breathe. He got worried and then it got worse and worse. A little bit later my mom called me to tell me about an accident in Grantsville that killed three people and seriously injured one. She could tell something was wrong. She asked and I reluctantly told her. She tried to get me to go to the doctor along with Scott. I refused. Scott and I headed to Wal-Mart to get some milk for breakfast in the morning and while we were there I got a call from my father. He was worried and mad that I wouldn't go to the doctor. He finally talked me into it and Scott took me to the ER. We got there around 10:30 and they did many tests and x-rays. They made me change into a gown (ick! How unattractive is that!) and I got to be poked and prodded and tested and just about everything in the book to try and figure out what was wrong with me. Well the doctor couldn't find anything wrong except that I was hyperventilating and that I needed to calm down. I don't know why I was hyperventilating. We didn't get home til about 1:30-1:45 in the morning. Everyone was so worried about me. I think Scott was afraid to leave me when we got back to my apartment.

The next day (Sunday) Scott came to pick me up for church. I think he was still a little worried and he didn't believe me when I told him I was fine. He has a hard time believing me when I tell him I am fine because I always say that even if I'm not. I'm kind of stubborn like that and I don't think that will ever change. I don't like to tell people when I am sick or when I need something because I like to be independent and not rely on others to take care of me. That is one thing Scott hates because he wants to be able to help me but he can't if I won't tell him when something is wrong.

So the suggestion for me...eat an apple a day so if you ever have any spare apples lying around I won't mind if you send it my way!