For A Friend

Things I Love/Things I Hate v. 1.0

This is for a friend of mine from college who is also on my MySpace. He has Wegener's Granulomatosis, which is a serious autoimmune disorder. He's an attorney in town and let me tell you, that takes a lot of time and energy. When you're stuck on dialysis and waiting for a kidney (at the age of 40), sometimes you have to count the small blessings in life. Oh sure, you could write a book on the "hates" (as he and I discussed), but it's nice to round those out with likes or loves just for balance.

Also, he is extremely intelligent and I like to read his stuff because guess what? He makes sense! My college roommate had gone to high school with him and his brother and it's hard to believe how much the four of us partied back in college and all turned out "normal" or in his and his bro's case, above average even. I've lost touch with my college roommate. Last I heard, she was in Redwood, CA. If you know Maria Zita, let her know I miss her.

He blogs on MySpace quite often. I used to - not as much these days. So, I'll take up his challenge to do my own list and then email it to him. Having an autoimmune disorder myself, I can see where he's coming from most of the time. I could "waller" in self-pity or I could be a shameless fool who laughs at myself - a lot. Typically, I pick option 2. Being a dork does have it's advantages.

I love: my kids. They keep me young... feeling, at least.

I hate: the fact that I don't get many breaks. Since my parents' both passed away, we don't trust anyone for child care, so I spend all waking moments with one or both of the rugrats.

I love sunshine and sandal weather.

I hate snow and cold. (Note to self: I probably shouldn't live in WV).

I love that my MS medicine seems to be working for me.

I hate giving myself an injection every day.

I love the moments in bed with the Evil Twin, just before we go to sleep. We'll talk about different things and usually end up laughing like loons about stupid stuff. Like last night, we both were laughing so hard we had tears rolling down our faces. The subject matter is classified.

I hate getting up in the morning - always. I might have had a good 8 hours of sleep or only 3 - I don't like getting out of my nice snuggly bed.

I love writting my silly little blog and getting to "know" so many great people over the internet.

I hate when I don't get very many comments. I'm a comment WHORE folks. Get with it!

I love weekends - I get to spend time with my whole family!

I hate weekdays - I get lonely sometimes and I have to get up too early. For those who think "Oh, she's a stay at home mom - sitting around watching TV, eating bonbons, and napping whenever possible." Wrong! I can't even get through writting here without a dozen or more interruptions.

That's all I can think of for now. It's injection time. Yesterday was particularly fun, as I had to stick myself 3 times just to find a spot that wasn't ruined and I could finish the job. So, I've been putting it off this morning. Here goes....