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And you can now find me….

Here: Girl, Exhilerated!

See you on the other side!

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You Just Never Know…

…where your life will end up.

I didn’t think that a year ago I would have met a super awesome man on an online dating site when I was least expecting it (but isn’t that always the way, I guess?), that the relationship would have taken me to Jamaica twice, and that within a year of meeting we would be living together.

I also didn’t think that I could be this content AND that I would be preparing to conceive in the new year.

I’ve been thinking of taking this blog to a new location to start over documenting this new chapter…stay tuned….

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Brain matter

714This weekend my brain decided to throw me another awesome little surprise in the form of a migraine.

I saw “another” because when I was 15 I started having these short 10-second episodes where I felt like I was rising out of my body. I would get 10 to 20 episodes a day, but never thought much of them, and never mentioned anything to my parents.

Eventually I was getting fewer, and by the time I was in college I was having them a couple times a year.

Within 6 months of my first ever “adult” job I had a grand mal seizure (in the office, during a meeting, awesome). At the ER the doctor informed me that I had had a seizure, and that she was required to report this to the Ministry of Transportation as they have to suspend my license until I can be cleared by a neurologist.

Of course, this being Canada, it took 2 months to get in to see the neurologist. At this point, I had another grand mal seizure on Christmas Eve (1.5 months after the first). By this time though I had done a lot of research on seizures and had already come to the conclusion that those short episodes I had in my teens were simple partial seizures. This is also the feeling I get in the seconds before losing consciousness from a grand mal (then it’s called an aura).

ID-100100660The neurologist confirmed I have temporal lobe epilepsy through an EEG, and I was put on medication. Since that time I have been seizure free (8 years now).

I woke up Friday morning at 4am with a pounding headache. I fell back asleep, hoping that the headache would disappear with more sleep. Too bad that wasn’t the case because I woke up to my alarm clock and it was even worse. It was centred in the front of my head, around my temples, and behind my eyes (even now I can feel some eye strain and tenderness at my temples). I managed to get through the day at work, but mostly because there wasn’t much to have to focus on.

I went to bed Friday night thinking that there was no way I was going to wake up with this pain still – except I did, which is when I made the decision to go to the doctor (correction: my mother gave me the ultimatum of seeing whether my doctor could see me that morning or going to the ER. There was no way I was going to sit around sick people for hours if I could help it).

When my doctor assessed me she confirmed that I was having a migraine. She gave me a prescription for Tylenol 3 – and thank god Mr. Dreads was around to drive me because I was in no condition. As soon as I got home I popped one of those suckers, and waited. Nothing happened, except I got really tired and had a nap.

Surely I thought it would have been gone when I woke up – but nope! I popped another one, and waited again. Nothing.

After another 4 hours waiting I took 2 more and went to bed. At the very least they allowed me to sleep somewhat peacefully despite the pounding in my head.

Sunday I woke up with minimal pain but felt like complete crap. In fact, I felt similar to how I feel after a seizure – lethargic, nauseous, and overall just shitty. Apparently this is common after both a seizure and a migraine, except this shitty feeling has lasted through to today.

At what point can I expect this to stop? I am leaving for Jamaica early tomorrow morning and would hate to feel like this stepping off the plane. Actually I would hate to feel like this at all, but certainly not while sitting trapped on a plane for 4 hours. I’m already a pretty bad traveller, I don’t need this shit to make it worse.

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Butterflies

My first romantic experience with a boy came in the 8th grade. His name was Jon (no “h”), he had red hair (I’ve always had a thing for guys with red hair – yes I know, I am capable of attraction to men other than those of the black persuasion), and his family had just moved into my neighbourhood. Actually, he was a transplanted American, so he was also the first non-Canadian boy (which apparently became somewhat of a trend in my life).

Being from a warmer state and arriving in the dead of winter he was wholly unprepared, opting to wear shorts in the middle of February to his first day of school. He had a winter coat at least, but the image he makes in my head is quite odd – skinny stick legs poking out of boarder shorts, a winter coat bulking up his torso, and a mop of red hair.

Despite his clear awkwardness in life, we shyly grew closer as Winter turned to Spring and then to Summer. At least, as close as things can grow when you’re as inexperienced as we were (oh those were the days when I waited until at least the SECOND date to sleep with someone). One warm evening at dusk we decided to go for a walk down our street alone, and it was while we were walking that he grabbed my hand.

I was shocked that a boy that wasn’t a relative was touching me, and I felt giddy and happy and those familiar butterflies – imagine, from something as innocent and as simple as hand-holding.

Eventually Jon and I parted ways and never made it past the hand-holding stage (no folks, he never even made it to first base, clearly things have changed in my dating life).

At times I get the same feeling from A – those butterflies that come from something new, from someone you genuinely like. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that and I’m really enjoying it.

And for the record: it’s so much better at 30 than it was at 14.

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Wow I’m old

I’ve been really loving PARTYNEXTDOOR lately – his music is a nice break from the usual Dirty South Hip Hop I listen to. I love the confidence he exudes in the music….and I love love love that he’s from the Greater Toronto Area.

Plus he’s kinda cute, so excuse me while I have a few daydreams about this man:

PARTYNEXTDOOR(totally the type of guy I would go for)

Except……………….he’s 20!?

That would be a new low for me – and I thought Manchild was bad!

Daydream = dead. Oh well.

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One day this will get me in trouble, I just know it

So apparently my new thing is texting the wrong person. Usually the texts are meant to go to A, but because I’m usually multi-tasking or just not paying attention I end up sending A’s texts to other people….like Mr. Dreads, my father, my old coworker….

Luckily for me none of these texts have been too personal…..yet…..but I did have a moment this morning when I realized I accidentally told Mr. Dreads that I was ovulating.

Note: A had mentioned that he was having dreams I was pregnant and this was my response to him, as well as my usual “Good Morning”

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Thank god Dreads and I are close friends or that could have been awkward.

Below are some of my favourite wrong number texts….funny because they didn’t happen to me!

http://distractify.com/fun/fails/24-flawless-responses-to-wrong-number-texts/

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Enjoy, and Happy Thursday!

 

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Men, I feel bad for you (and your penises)

I guess you really can’t win when it comes to penis size:

Dr Christopher Morriss-Roberts claims that size does matter and that the bigger a man’s penis is the better, so far as athletes are concerned.

However, he caveats this claim with the explanation that men who are very well-endowed are sometimes the subject of suspicion as to how effectively they can use their generous organ.

From: Sorry boys, size DOES matter in the locker room: Well-endowed athletes are idolised and seen as more masculine

Also, my new favourite term is “cock-supremacy” – awesome.

Enjoy:

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