So I've been told I have to blog...

I have so much to say, that I'm not sure where to begin. Consider this a catch-up entry.

After much heartbreak, we withdrew L from CBC. It's a fabulous school. It was his home. And he didn't step up and work for it. He failed his favorite class All year long.
It breaks my heart because the school was such a perfect fit for him. And he couldn't or wouldn't turn in assignments. He had real friends. For the first time ever. Not just acquaintances. I'm so sad.

We really broke our budget paying for CBC. Because I'd cut my foot, I was temporarily disabled. The made me really depressed. It took an act of intervention from my friend Amy before I saw it. Gee. No wonder I wasn't getting hired for the jobs I applied for.
By the end of the school year, our credit cards were maxed out - we were bouncing checks every pay period - and I was on anti-depressants.

Don't get me started on the anti-depressants. I hate unnecessary medicine. But you know what? My periods have become regular. I feel like myself again. And best of all, my mitral valve prolapse symptoms have decreased dramatically. That alone makes it worth it.

Now if only I could finish regrowing the nerves in my foot. Which leads to the story of how I almost killed 3 people.
I get sporadic random pains in the "numb" part of my foot. This is because the nerves are growing and making connections and testing themselves out. The sensations aren't always pain (sometimes it tickles or feels like warm water trickling down my toe) but they're always intense. Sometimes overwhelmingly so. When this happens, I kind of fade out of reality. I keep going, my brain isn't recording anything.
So there I was, driving down the highway... There was construction up ahead. I knew it was coming in a couple of miles. And then there was pain in my foot.
And then, there were all these construction vehicles and a cop car 500 yards in front of me. They weren't moving, and I was cruising at 60 miles an hour.
I slammed on my brakes and stopped about 50 feet from the cop. Screeching tires and everything. The cop signaled for me to pull over. Which I did. Thinking, "I'm so busted. My driver's license is expired. The tags are out of date. I haven't even paid for the inspection. I wonder what jail is like?"
The cop was just as rattled as I was. I had no explanation for phasing out like that, and I was in shock over the thought that I could have killed my son, a police officer, and (oh yeah,) myself too.
I gave the officer my expired license and my up-to-date insurance card, and he let me go; telling me to pay better attention. He didn't even say anything about my license or tags. Like I said, he was rattled. I feel bad about scaring him.

Now, about my hubby. He has degenerative disk disease in his c6 and c7 vertebrae. He has chronic pain. He takes percoset and valium to help. Normally, he refills every 6 months (when he could refill at 3) and gets rid of the old stuff. But this spring, he almost ran out before it was time for a refill. So he talked to our doctor and got a tens unit. It's an electrical stimulation device for therapy.
Oh. My. God. It works so well! AND it works on my foot! When the nerve pain is excruciating, I put a lead on the ball of my foot and another on my heel, and it completely blocks the pain! GONE! Until I take the leads off.

Also, the hubby-man had a little zit on his face. A few days later, it was a mole. Within a week or so, it was a mole with crusty white stuff on the end, like dead skin. Only it was hard like a finger nail.
It wasn't a zit or a mole, it was keratoacanthoma. Cancer of a hair follicle.
Let me say that again, because I know it sounds insane. Hair follicle cancer. A single hair follicle can become a tumor. Wow. Who knew?
He had it removed by a plastic surgeon, and there's no worries. Apparently, people with heavy acne scarring or sun damage can get this. It happens more in men, and it usually happens after a trauma -like nick themselves shaving. Weird.