WHERE YOU AT?!

 BROOOOSSSSSSSSSSS!! I haven't talked to you since last year! ^.~ It's been a while! I'm so sorry about this late update, and post! I hope your New Year's was amazing! I didn't do much. I put my child down to sleep, and then got into bed, and watched TV LOL. My mom life. Since we last talked (check my last post, I am too lazy to link it), my child was walking, we had her baptism, our birthday, she got sick, I had midterms, and I needed to catch you up on art.
   After I had mid terms, I caught up on life. Then semester started to end, and just when I was finished with my mid terms, we had finals week AKA DEAD week at school. But since the majority of my classes were art, I finished most of my finals projects the week before finals week. By the time it was finals week, I only had two more finals projects left, and then I was out of that bitch LOL it was great. I finished the semester with straight A's. I was so happy, it has been a goal of mine since I was little to get straight A's, and I finally did it, I hope I can continue to get straight A's, and graduate with an amazing GPA, and honors.
   Then as soon as the semester ended... I WAS OUT OF THE FUCKING WHEELCHAIR! I WAS LIKE, "BYE BITCH! I'm out!" I WAS LIKE, "BOOM!"!

   I threw the fucking wheelchair in my garage (well, not throw, more like roll). I appreciated it's help, but I was SO FUCKING OVER IT. But it really did give me an appreciation of my mobility, and I got to see a different side of those that are handicapped, and/or disabled. I started walking more at home, and at first it was really hard, my back would hurt, one of my feet would go numb, but after a while it got easier, little by little. I am not completely healed yet (I am still going to physical therapy), but the healing process is a lot farther than it was before. So.... GO ME :)!

   The spring semester starts Monday, I know I shouldn't, but I am. I am taking five classes. I am taking Global Arts of Islam, Multicultural Art Movements, Visual Technologies, Painting Media and Technology, and Animation. I am hoping it won't be too bad as my classes are split in half (half lecture/half activity), and I hope I can keep blogging. I really want to show you guys my art, and hopefully get some art stuff going (maybe a YouTube channel, get more involved with the art community, etc.)
   Alright, I am going to head to bed, I know this was a small update, but I wanted you guys to know I am still here! My baby is memes, I am a little sick, so I need to head to bed, and wake up early for my baby cakes tomorrow. I need all the rest I can get! Talk to you guys soon! Love you!

_BLAZE

OH MY, MR. DJ WON'T YOU REEEWIND?!

   This calls for an m-flo song!

m-flo loves Crystal Kay - REEEWIND!

Though, I said in my last post, I wouldn't take so long to blog like last time... I kinda did, and I completely apologize for that! Just life cock-slapped me in the face, and I literally did not see it coming lol (no pun intended). So anyways... let's continue on with what has happened since my previous post BEFORE this last one. 

    Pumpkin pie of mine is walking like she doesn't give a *BEEP*, and loves it. She loves it, and she loves exploring the world around her. I am starting to get in the process of walking again, but not quiet. I am now able to put weight on my leg, which is a huge step in this healing process (no pun intended again). Though, my steps are shitty, it is nice to get some actual progress going. 

   In September, we had my daughter's baptism, and then we had our birthdays. Her baptism was so beautiful, she used the dress I used during my baptism, and she got baptized at the same church I got baptized at. After her baptism ceremony, we had a reception at my mom's house with family, and friends. It was freaking cool. 

   On our birthday, we had something small at my mother in law's house. We just had immediate family over, we had oysters, ceviche, and shrimp cocktail. It was freaking bomb dot com. Everyone enjoyed the food, and my baby had fun playing with her cousins. It was a great birthday, and even better that I got to share it with my pumpkin pie. 

   This month, my daughter had started day care. We finally got approved for NACCRRA, so with that we were able to put her into day care (ask about this if you are a military family wanting to put your children into day care!). To my surprise (and everyone else's) SHE DIDN'T CRY! LOL! She didn't cry one bit! Her teachers said, she just dove right in there, and started playing with everyone! They were shocked! I was so proud of her!

   While her day care is awesome, I did get the one problem I knew what going to happen.... 

FUCKING GERMS.

    I knew at one point she was going to get sick... I just didn't know how soon she was going to get sick. I know which toddler got her sick lol. So after about two days, she came home, and she was just tore up from the floor up. She had boogers everywhere, she was fussy, she didn't want to eat anything. I took her to the doctor's the next day, and of course, "It's viral, it just needs to pass". I asked the doctor, "Well, do you know how many days it is going to last?", and he told me, "7-15 days".

Jesus Christ.

   Then he proceeds to tell me, "Whatever you do, make sure she does not touch your face". As he says those words, my wonderful child of mine decides to put her beautiful little hand on my face LOL. As the doctor sees this, he proceeds to tell me, "Well, you know sometimes love is more important than germs at the moment" LOL. I really didn't think I was going to get sick... until the next day.

   My throat hurt, I couldn't breathe out of my nose, I had boogers galore, I had a fever, etc. It was bad! My husband was like, "Oh calm down, it's not that serious." Then the next day, he was like,

"WTF BRO?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

   While this wouldn't have sucked as much as it did, what made the situation worse was... I HAD FUCKING midterms the following week.

   I had to make seven cups in ceramics, and three of the cups with handles. Then I had to complete a sketchbook, a drawing, and make a portfolio. Then I had to animate a robot with sound effects, and complete one painting, and it was all due within two days. So I had to do all that, while sick, with a toddler, while still attending class through out the week. Also note: my child was having her molars coming in ALSO that week, so she was waking up about two times a night of comfort. My mental, and physical well being were just so going, going, and then eventually gone. While I made most of my classes, some I missed, because I just couldn't make it. No fucking way in hell. But...

I FUCKING DID IT!

   I turned in all my assignments. Some weren't the best of my ability (my multimedia midterm), but I did give it my all, and that's all that matters (especially while all that crazy shit was going on). I still want to try and work on the multimedia one again, because that was fun!

    So speaking of projects, and art. I realize I haven't posted up any of my art on my blog yet. I completely apologize, because I don't want my blog to go in a direction it wasn't suppose to go in. So as soon as I can, I will continue to update you on my life, and with art :). I hope you stay around! With that all being said, I shall call it tonight! You guys all have a wonderful night, and thanks for coming back :)! HOLLA!

_BLAZE

SUPER SORRY

Hello, everyone! I would like to apologize for not making a new post tonight. My daughter is not really feeling very well as she had her shots this week, and she is teething really bad. Again, I completely apologize. I will try and post ASAP (don't worry it won't be a large gap like last time). Thank you for understanding.






_BLAZE

SOOOOOO.... MY DAUGHTER STARTED WALKING BEFORE ME.

   Yeah... you read that right lol. My wonderful, beautiful, child of mine started walking before me. It's almost bitter sweet... ALMOST. Sweet, because HELL YEAH! YOU GO! THAT'S MY BABY! Then it's almost bitter, because DAMN, I WANT TO WALK TOO!!! LOL! Anyways, I am very happy for the love of my life to reach such an amazing milestone in her life. But now that she has reached this amazing milestone, she doesn't stop lol. FUN FOR HER, but not so fun for everyone else lol. As she is fast as hell, and doesn't care where she goes. I can't run after yet, because I am still in a wheelchair. I don't even try anymore, because I just won't make it. She is just too fast.
   First and foremost, I completely apologize for such a late update. The last time we talked I was in the healing process. Fantastic news! I have definitely healed up a lot, and I am getting a lot of progress with the help of physical therapy. It's nice to finally see some progress with my leg after all the bull shit I went through. My staples are out, the swelling has gone down quite a lot, and my ashy ass leg isn't ashy anymore LOL. IT'S FREAKING CLEAN!!! AND IT'S CLEAN ALL THE DAMN TIME!!!

   Since then, I have been SUPER BUSY! First, and foremost... my living situation has quickly changed. Since my husband's work schedule is hectic, I have to have either my mother in law come stay with me, or my father come stay with me to help me, and my baby. Before it was a little easier, because I didn't start school yet, and I was still receiving inpatient home physical therapy, so I didn't have to go anywhere. Also my daughter wasn't quite as mobile, so it was a little bit easier for everyone. 

   For a while this worked, but then my family needed my dad, and my husband's family needed my mother in law, and they had other stuff they needed to take care of, but I still needed help with me, and my daughter. So in order to make this work for everyone, I had to go back and forth between houses (and mine) to have someone take care of me and my daughter. At first it was a little hard, but I have managed to get use to it. We gotta do what we gotta do, and right now, we gotta do this. I have to remember though that this situation is only temporary and I need to make the best of it. And in the end, I am still getting a lot of help, and I am extremely thankful for that. 

   So after a bit of this sudden changed, I had another change happen... I started school! YES! ME! FINALLY! I STARTED SCHOOL! I was so excited to start school! I haven't been this excited since my daughter was born (even through that labor from hell). Now, even though I was still excited, I was also very nervous, because... I was still in my wheelchair, and I had no clue how I was going to do in school with it. 

   The first day of school was a hot mess express. First, I went to the wrong classroom. I went to my second class of the day instead of my first. When I told my husband about the mistake I had made, I told him he didn't have to take me to the first class I was originally suppose to go to, and that I should be able to make it to my original first class all by myself. He asked me if I was sure, and (like an idiot) I said, "Yes, don't worry about it, I got this...". He said, "Okay." He gave me a kiss on the lips, and he went back to the car to head back home. Little did I know...

FIRST I WAS LIKE

AND THEN I WAS LIKE

AND THEN I WAS LIKE

I AM NOT GOING TO FUCKING MAKE IT.

*Note: Now imagine all of this I was doing, but in a wheelchair.

   When I first started wheeling myself to my first, original class, there was no fucking way I was going to make it. It was so fucking exhausting wheeling myself around. I wasn't even half way, and I was already fifteen mother fucking minutes late. I was already running out of energy, it was fucking hot (YES, THERE IS A LOT OF FUCKING FUCK WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE IT WAS CRAZY!), and I wasn't even close to being near.

   Now you are probably thinking, "Well, BLAZE, why didn't you call your husband?" Well, because... of fucking course... his was broken at the time. YES. It was FUCKING broken. After paying $80 for a LIFE PROOF case, and the ONE time he DIDN'T use it, it FUCKING broke. So I had no choice... but to continue wheeling on.

Yes, I fell this gracefully

 

   LOL No, I didn't fall out or faint that gracefully at all, but I sure wasted another fifteen minutes, and I wasn't even close to my class. Since the first day is nothing but talking about the syllabus, I knew if I missed anymore time, I was going to be marked absent, loose my spot, and no longer be in the class.

   While all this bull shit was happening, as my husband began to drive back home, he saw where my first, original class was, and he was like, 

"NO!!! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!!" - Husband

   No... he was more like, "She's not going to make it", and he went back to go pick me up. After pushing myself for over thirty minutes, I ended up flagging down the campus police, and told them,

   "I need help". So the campus police took my wheelchair, helped me in their car, and took me to my first class. When we were driving in the police car at school, I was looking at the path I had to go on to get to my first class, and there was no way in HELL I was going to make it to that class if I kept on pushing myself. 

   When my husband went back to get me, he saw I was no longer there. At first, he said he was a little worried, but figured I probably got to class somehow, then he went home and messaged me online to make sure I was okay.

   So the police felt bad that I was super late, and decided to wheel me to my class. Let's just say, I made an exquisite entrance.  

EXPECTATION

REALITY

   It felt SOOOOO WEIRD having everyone starring at me, the teacher seemed surprised, but none the less continued on with the class. 

   Since it was the first day, and all we did was read the syllabus, we got out early. I called the campus police to take me to my second class, because after what I learned earlier, there is no FUCKING way I was going to make it to that class. THIS time I would have had time to make it, BUT was I able to physically? NO. So getting a ride this time around was such much easier, and extremely helpful. 

   The second class of the day was the same, it was just the professor reading the syllabus. And the next day my other classes were also the same, more and more syllabuses. Besides that crappy first day, the rest of the week was pretty easy. I got to know a lot of my classmates, and many people in my class and on campus helped me out a lot. It was a little hard getting back into the school schedule after so long, but after a while, I got use to it, and school has been pretty fun. Though waking up early is still kind of a bitch for me LOL you would think that since I have a baby I would be use to it. NOOOO LOL NOOOOOOO... I still wake up though, but I think it will be a LOOOONNNGGG time before waking up early will be an ease for me.

   Anyways, I know this is a short post, I will post more tomorrow about what has been happening since the last time we talked. Right now my hands are kind of hurting (Raynaud's flare ups), and I really don't want to push it. So tonight, I will say good night, and sweet dreams! But before I bid you a farewell, I wanted to share with you guys about this campaign that is going on...

   So GoFundMe is having a scholarship event going on, and is giving away $10,000 to ten people. In order to qualify for this scholarship, you need to set up a campaign with #GFMScholarship in the description box, and get at least 10 donations to be eligible for the chance to win the scholarship. I have set up a campaign, and I hope you guys can help me out and donate to my campaign. Any kind of donation is appreciated, and I am completely grateful, and thankful for it. So, if you are interested in my campaign, please click on my link below, I will also have it posted on the side of my blog to be accessible to you guys. 

CREATED TO CREATE. CLICK HERE TO DONATE.

    Thank you guys for taking your time to read about my campaign! I will be talking to you guys soon! Good night, and sweet dreams! Au revoir!

_BLAZE

HEALING, HEALING, AND MORE HEALING

   Hello, folks! How are you all? Sorry I haven't blogged in quite a while. To be quite honest, I have just been so tired, and busy, I just haven't had the energy to blog. At night time, I usually try to keep my electronic usage at a minimum, so I won't stay up late, and can fall asleep easily. But tonight, won't be one of those nights, because I took a nap earlier, then I had to fill out some paperwork for my school, and then I was playing Wario Land 3 lol (free, thanks again to Miitomo).

Not going to lie, so far, it's alright. I liked Super Mario Land 2 more,
but I just started so hopefully it will get better or I will like it more.

   So as I was playing, I was like, "Hmmm... I should blog, since I blogged after playing Super Mario Land 2". So that's what I decided to do. Honestly, I was feeling bad that I didn't blog for a while, but I have been just so tired, I just haven't had the energy. Another reason, besides my leg healing, is my daughter. Though, I don't do as much as I use to when I was mobile with her, I still try to do as much with her, and she is a work out lol. Especially now since she is crawling everywhere, standing, and using her legs as much as possible. She is probably going to be walking before I do LOL.
   Then today, I started outpatient physical therapy. Up until today, I use to have a nurse, physical therapist, and an OT come  to my house almost everyday to check my vitals, change the dressing on my leg, and help me be more mobile. But today, I officially started outpatient therapy, so I am officially discharged from home services. I am a little bummed, because I really grew to like all my nurses, and therapists, and they helped me out so, so much. But now the real healing begins, and now I am really going to be doing more with physical therapy (FUCKING FINALLY).
   So you wanna see some gnarly shit? LET'S SEE SOME GNARLY SHIT!

SO, THIS IS MY LEG AFTER SURGERY

   This is the first time I ever saw my leg after surgery. When I got discharged from the hospital, I was told I needed to change the dressing on my leg EVERY DAY. Since I was still weak to do it by myself, and since EVERYONE was being a little BITCH (LOL JK... kinda). I had no one to help, and change my dressings, so my nurses, and physical therapists did it for me. This was the first time my dressing was being changed since I left the hospital, and I was so amazed lol. It was so gnarly, my husband was grossed out, but I thought it was the shit. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but none the less, it was still really sore and swollen.

   Over time as I got more strength (and more confidence), I was able to change it by myself, so that was nice (once you start being able to do more and more by yourself, you start to feel good about yourself, because you are getting a little more independence back).

   So now... let me show you my leg BEFORE surgery.

*NOTE: THIS WAS AFTER MY FIXATOR, BUT BEFORE MY SURGERY

IF YOU THINK THIS WAS BAD NOW, IMAGINE HOW IT WAS BEFORE MY FIXATOR.

   On Monday, I had a follow up appointment with my doctor to get my staples out, and to see how I was doing. I haven't seen her since the surgery, I was suppose to see her a week earlier, but do to scheduling, and me getting a ride, I had to reschedule UGH. lol. So when I saw her that day, she was like, "Yeah... that was pretty gnarly, and this is after you having your fixator, I don't want to imagine how it was before". 

   She said no one believed how bad this fracture was, and how not so bad the accident happened. When my doctor was telling them how I hurt myself on a trampoline, she was getting responses like, 

"She was on the trampoline, and then she fell off it right?"

"No, she was still on it."

"Oh, so then she landed on the side or something right"

"No, she was just jumping up, and down on it"

"OH! So then she just landed wrong then right?"

"Nope, she went straight up and straight down"

   I know... HOW DOES IT HAPPEN LOL. I did ask my doctor how I got such a bad injury at my age, and she just said it was just the right amount of force, with the bad amount timing, and just straight... STRAIGHT BAD LUCK smh lol. Well... it's already happened, and now we got to make the best of it. So positive thinking, lots of exercise, good diet, and good ol' physical therapy. I have been trying to use my time wisely to do crafty things... when I have the energy. I haven't done much, but I have done some stuff, but more on that next time.

So now... this is my leg now AFTER surgery.

I'm a machine lol JK.

And this ashy ass, hairy ass, dead skin leg is mine LOL. 

   This was my last day with my staples in, and now I finally got the okay to shower with my brace off. I was so happy to hear that news, because this dead ass skin is killing me. It's so freaking gross, I can't stand it. If you think this is bad, you should see my foot. Though, I didn't have surgery on my foot, because it's not as mobile, it's getting SOOOO much dead skin, it's disgusting lol. My brother said it feels like a gorilla pad lol. 

   Well, that's all for today folks! I will be blogging again soon! I hope you all enjoyed seeing my sexy ass leg! It's time for me to rest, as I have to wake up early tomorrow for a meeting at my school at the Disability Resource Program office since I will be needing some help at the school while I am attending. Talk to you guys again soon! Good night, and sweet dreams!

_BLAZE

BABY FEVER, SURGERY, & RECOVERY

   I am actually kind of surprised I am blogging right now, because I have been so exhausted for the past couple of days since I have came home from the hospital (more on that in a bit). I was trying to fall asleep while I was watching TV, and I was just reading and looking up stuff online (a usual routine I do to fall asleep every night), but I just couldn't fall asleep. I have just over everything on TV, and online, while I was reading one thing, my mind was on another thing.
   Since I have been having people come down to help take care of me, my daughter, and my home. I feel like it's the first time in a really long time, where I could just look at my daughter and soak up everything that she is doing. Before, I would be doing things like trying to clean, or make food, or take care of something else. I would watch my daughter of course, but I felt like I always had something else on the back of my head that had to be done, and this kind of caused me anxiety. But since I have someone here, I know things are being taken care of, so I am totally 100% worry free. So now I can really watch my daughter and think about nothing, but her.
   I just can't get over how she is going to be eleven months in a couple of days... then... one year. Where did the time go? It went by so fast. I look at her, and all I can do is smile. She's just so beautiful, so smart, so funny, she is just a baby filled with all this love and curiosity. It's just so beautiful... so amazing to be a mother, and having a child of your own. Sometimes I still can't get over the face about how I am actually a mother, and how I do have a child on my own. How I actually carried her inside of me and now how she is actually here. It still kind of feels surreal...
   Lately, I have been thinking of having another one. Carrying another beautiful life inside of me, feeling the baby's little movements, wondering if it will be a boy or girl, then meeting this boy or girl. Maybe it will be one baby? Or maybe two? I wonder how my daughter will be with the role of being a big sister. I think she will be an amazing big sister.
   While this all pops up in my head, I have to remind myself, that I am not quite ready yet to have another baby. The first reason would be, because I fractured my fucking tibia, there is no way in hell I am in any position to carry a baby (LOL). Even my body knew it wasn't time, because once I broke my tibia, I totally began to have spotting (OH YEAH, IMA GET ALL NASTY UP IN HEA!). I knew the spotting was accident related, because my body knew, "yeah, no way in hell you are getting knocked up like this bitch, LOL, NOOOOO WAYYYY!).
   The second reason would be, I am not ready financially. SUREEE, I am going to school, and SURREEE my husband has a career. But that's the thing... I am still in school, my husband has a career... but I don't... (yet). It would be too much pressure financially on my husband, and I want to at least be finished with school, or close to being finished in school if I get pregnant again, and I would like to have my career started already so I can also bring in some income, and make sure my family has everything they need AND more.
   Sometimes I am hard on myself, and I am like, "Damn... why am I finishing school so late?", "If I finished I would have a career right now, and I could be able to have another baby". But you know... life happens and I had a bit of rough spots in my life for a while. But I am going to school NOW, and I am going to FINISH. My husband is doing an amazing job of supporting us. I should not be so hard on myself. The time will come when we can bring an extra life into our lives, just not yet, and that's okay :). I really have to learn to stop being so hard on myself.
   So anyways, totally wanted to blog that out. Let's talk about life since we last talked. Since we last talked... I was talking about Super Mario Land 2 lol. I haven't talked to you about what has happened since the accident and such. So anyways... The day before I did that post (July 20th), I went to the hospital to get my CT scan done, so I can give it to my doctor, and then be able to schedule my long awaited surgery. The CT scan was cool, I was able to get it done ASAP, and the next day I got a call from the orthopedic's office, saying the NEXT day (July 22) I would be having surgery.
   Now speaking of surreal, that moment totally felt surreal, as I could not believe this surgery was finally freaking happening. So I spent most of the day with my daughter,  I took a sponge bath, I got my body pre-op ready that night, and then I went to bed pretty early, because the next day I had to wake up pretty early.
   The next day I woke up around 6 o'clock (my appointment was at 07:30 AM). I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my hair,  put on clean clothes, and got ready to go to the hospital. We arrived at the hospital, checked in, and now began to get surgery ready. I had my weight checked,  my vitals taken, gave a urine sample, I wiped myself down again with these pre-op wipes, I got into my gown with my little head cover, and booties, had an IV put in me, and then from there it was the waiting game.
   09:40 AM rolls around, and they start heading me to the surgery room. Again, we were waiting again, while I was waiting, I met with my doctor, and her team. My doctor was telling me what kind of fracture I had and how severe it was (it was the highest level of a fracture you could get), and all the things she was going to be doing to my leg during the surgery. She said I would be staying over night, maybe more depending on the pain. My husband couldn't believe how bad the fracture was, because I got this fracture from neither a sport nor from a physical contact injury, but from a damn trampoline lol, it was unbelievable.
   Soon enough, 10:44 AM rolls around, and next thing you know, "Alright, it's time to go! Let's do this!" I give my husband a kiss, and then I head into the actual surgery room. I see all these people, my x-rays on this huge as screen, and then they had switch me over to another table. All I could remember them saying was they were going to put something in my IV, and it was going to come on strong, and SHIT! IT SURE DID! I remember just going "WOW!" and "WOW!" again lol.
   I think they put something in my back as well, but I don't remember. The last thing I honestly remember was talking about my daughter, and then me breathing in this mask, and I was knocked out.
   I remember waking up, and it was around 07:30 PM... and I was still tired, dazed, and confused, but I remember thinking to myself, holy shit is it late! But I had no energy to say anything or stay up, so I went back to sleep.
   Before the surgery happened, my doctor was saying the surgery was going to be approximately three hours, but if it has to be longer, it will be longer. And it was... about five hours. She also said I was suppose to be in the recovery room for about two hours (but of course, if I needed to be in there longer, I would be), and which I did, and that was about three hours.. So, needless to say, it was a really long day. I don't remember much after that, I just remember going into my room, and just feeling so sick, and out of it.
   I remember my husband called to see how I was doing, and to find out what room number I was in. I had no clue, and he was like, "??? okay..." (lol), but I do remember telling him to not bring me any food, because I did not feel good. That day I remember I was so excited, and looking forward to having Greek food after surgery. I really wanted a gyro, and I remember telling my husband to please bring me a gyro. But I didn't get served any gyro after surgery... just a big bowl of PAIN! LOL.

   After my husband left the night, the next couple of days began to get pretty intense. I thought having the pins and bars in my leg were hard, but after this surgery... NOTHING was compared to it. My leg felt so foreign, so numb, so swollen, and heavy. My leg just didn't feel like it was apart of me. Through out that night, and the following day I was given morphine and percocet to help control the pain, while it was suppose to, it quite didn't. 

   The pain was just becoming too much for me. I had my doctor, my nurses, and my physical therapists checking on me, while they wanted to see some progress so they could send me home, I wasn't giving any. I was just in too weak, and in too much pain, and was even crying at some points. So, naturally, I ended up staying the night. The doctor had decided to give me a stronger medicine to help control the pain, which luckily the medicine did (YAY!). The next day was pretty bad, I remember just feeling SUPER tired, not the normal tired I would usually get from my medicine, but just like a WEAK tired.

   This caught the attention of the nurses, because not only was I so severely tired, but I began loosing  the color in my skin. I told the nurses I felt like I was having trouble breathing. When I told them exactly what I was feeling (it felt like someone was stepping on my chest), they told me that I was having chest pains. This concerned my doctor, so then my doctor ordered a blood transfusion for me. So for about 8 hours, I was given two bags of blood for the transfusion. I had a lot of super vision, and tests done to make sure I wasn't having any kind of negative reaction, and to make sure my health was improving. And to my surprise, my health was, I was starting to feel more like my old self, then that constant weak tired I was feeling. 

   I stood overnight in the hospital again, and by the next day I was ready to go home. I started to feel really homesick in the hospital. I missed my daughter, my husband, my mother in law (she was taking care of me that week), my home, and honestly, I missed some damn good food (gyro or not, lol). I didn't eat that much in the hospital, one, because I had no appetite, and two, because it was all kind of gross. I mostly had water, apple juice, fruit, and some cereal, and milk, and that was enough. 

   They gave me the okay to go home, but looking back on it now I probably should have stayed one more night in the hospital. Going back home was a bitch, before the surgery, I was able to hop into the front seat of the car, sit in a semi-comfortable angle, and handle a short car rise. But after the surgery, I had to sit in the back seats of the car. I had to have someone help me in with my leg, and then my husband pull me from the other side so I could get my whole body in. This was to help keep my leg elevated, and make sure I would feel no pain. 

   When I got back into the house, that was a bit of a bitch too. Before the surgery, I was able to transport myself easily between using my walker, going to my bed or to the couch, transporting myself into my wheelchair, etc. But after the surgery, if I moved a wrong way, even by a small inch, I would get tremendous pain, so bad it would leave me in tears (and that was moving my body even with help). But luckily, I found a way to  be able to move my body, not as easily, but I don't get as much pain as I did before, and that's always nice. 

   Since I have been home, I have kind of did the same things I was doing before my big surgery (resting, watching TV, etc.) Just this time around, I am resting a lot more, because my leg still does hurt a lot, today is actually the first time where my leg feels like it's actually MY leg. Though my bars, and pins are out, my brace makes my leg feel heavier this time around. 

Before

After

   Sometimes I do get bored with laying around watching TV and stuff, but my daughter keeps my days bright and shining, and I began picking up cross stitching again. I am trying to stay positive, after all, this is all positive, as I am finally healing now, and it's one step toward walking once again ^_^.

   Alright everyone, it's time for me to go to bed, it's late, and I took my meds, and they are starting kicking in! Hope to blog again soon! Good night!!

_BLAZE

SUPER MARIO LAND 2

    Alright, so I am not exactly sure how to start off this post, so I will just write what I think, and hopefully this blog post will work itself out. So, first and foremost, since many of you are starting to get to know me. I have been a pretty big gamer most of my life. I started playing games when I was about seven years old (I will get to that later on in time), and somehow the habit never stopped. I mostly played old school beat em up games, fighting games, and RPGs, and of course as I got older, I just continued to play fighting games and RPGs.
   Though I played mostly beat em up, fighting games, and RPGs, I did try out other genres of games of course, and a few of these games were from the Mario franchise of Nintendo. You heard of Mario, right?

   If you haven't played the games, you have heard of him, right?

    Of course you do, everyone and their baby's mama knows who Mario is. If you don't, I have no clue what to tell you except, "WHAT THE FUCK?!". So anyways, I was originally going to say, "Though, I have played the Super Mario games, I have actually never finished one". But looking back on it... actually I kind of did. I finished the Paper Mario series, Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars, and these other games I never really finished, but basically won at was the Game & Watch Gallery series, Dr. Mario series, the Mario Kart series, the Super Smash Bros. series, and the Mario Party series. But now I can add a new game to that list of completed Mario games, and that game is Super Mario Land 2.

   See growing up, though I played these numerous Super Mario games, but I actually never beat any of the Super Mario platform games, and to be quite honest, I never had any motivation to, because I found them to be really quite hard. But I have seen them been finished before thanks to my oldest brother, Daniel. Daniel is about eight years older than me, so he grew up in the NES, and SNES era. So our bonding time (with me, and all my brothers) was playing video games. Either we played together or we watched someone else play. This was always fun, and though we have all grown up, got jobs, worked, have babies, gone to school, etc. whenever we had that free time to just sit down together, and play, that was our special time. So whenever I wanted to see an old school Mario game be played, Daniel was the one to count on, and he was the one who always got it done.

   Later in time when the new Mario games came out like Super Mario 64 or Super Mario Sunshine, those games were left for my little brother, Ryan. Ryan is about two years younger than me, and he played the Mario games from the N64 era until now. So when Ryan played these games, I usually would just sit back and watch. So once again, if I wanted to see a NEW school Mario game to be played, Ryan was the one to count on, and he was the one who always got it done.

   So how did I... BLAZE... all of a sudden decide to play Super Mario Land 2, and actually finish the game? Well... there is two things that caused this wonderful event to happen. The first one is:

YES, THE SEXY LEG

and

Oh, Nintendo, you!

And this is Mii (lol, get it, like "me"?)

And this is what my Mii looks as of right now.
(She is trying to take a shit, LOL, JK!)

 

 
   YES! YES! LOL! My freakin' fractured tibia, and the Nintendo Miitomo app. For those of you who don't know what Miitomo is, Miitomo is a free social networking app developed by Nintendo for iOS, and Android devices. It lets you converse, dress up, earn coins (coins for Nintendo rewards, and coins to buy clothes for your Mii), answer questions, play little drop games to earn clothes, and accessories for your Mii, and you can link it to your Twitter, and Facebook accounts. Since I usually play my 3DS more than anything right now, you know damn well I got up on this app once it came out. 

   So basically over time, I saved up enough coins to get some stuff from my Nintendo Rewards. I got some accessories for my Mii, and then I got WarioWare: Touched!, and Super Mario Land 2. Let me remind you, I got all those for free. I did not have to pay anything, all I used were my coins from Miitomo. I was originally just saving my coins for WarioWare, but since I had a little extra left over, I decided to get Super Mario Land 2, because... why the hell not?

   It was downloaded, and I had it on my 3DS for a while, but I never attempted to play it until I fractured my tibia. So one day, while I was laying in bed, with nothing really to do, I wanted to play something NEW, something FRESH, something a little different from what I was use to playing. So I thought to myself, "Oh, why the hell not? Just play a level, it wouldn't freaking hurt". Next thing I knew that one level turned into me playing one zone, then after a couple of days, I was doing a zone a day. Then one day, I was just having so much fun, I ending up doing all the rest of the zones, and  I was even searching for all the secret levels, and next thing you know... I collected all of the 6 golden coins, and it was time to face Wario. 

   I couldn't believe I did it all by myself, and I couldn't believe I had the balls to continue. See, with the other Mario platform games when I was younger, I just use to be so scared. I would get nervous about the upcoming challenges, freak out, and then mess up, and have to start over. After a while it got old, and hence why I never beat any of the Mario platform games... until recently. 

   So after I grew my pair of balls, I went to Wario's castle, and decided it was time to kick ass, and chew bubble gum, and I was all out of gum. The last level was hard (as it should be), I died a couple of times, but... BUT... in the end, I did make it, and I did come face to face with Wario.

   Like many of the bosses in the game, Wario was no different, and definitely did give me a challenge. But it was worth it, and in the end, I definitely came out victorious. I remember beating the game, and thinking to myself, "Wow... I did it... I actually freakin' did it. I beat Super Mario Land 2". While the victory was amazing, I was also a little sad, because the adventure had ended. 

   You know growing up, I always wondered why my big bro and my little bro were so attached to Mario and these games. Especially my little bro, Mario is his hero, and holds an incredibly special place in his heart. They could play the games over, and over again (and beat them!), but for whatever reason I could not get into them (but I did enjoy watching them being played).

   But once I beat the game, I think I finally understood why my brothers loved the Mario games so much, and why they loved to replay them, and I also understand why other people do the same. The adventure was just amazing, from the different zones, the different obstacles, the different enemies, the different challenges, the power ups, the fun mini games, etc. It was all just really fun! And to be quite honest, I never thought I was going to have as much fun as I did (and I am not going to lie though, that save point method on the 3DS was super helpful for helping me finish the game).

   In the end, I was bummed it was all over, but I was glad I played the game. I just want to say thank you so much Mario for the adventure. Though it may not really seem like a big deal, this game left a special place in my heart. It has been so long since I had a lot of fun with a video game. Again, thank you so much Mario for the adventure! It was an amazing one! I hope we go on more adventures soon!

'Till we play again!

_BLAZE