Love and Tolerance

I am continually astonished by the myriad ways in people justify themselves for their bigotry. Love between people of the same sex is wrong because "God" says so. Black people aren't real people. Muslims are all terrorists. Poor people are lazy. Cat people are poor, old, and wear gingham. In my research, and in my limited lifetime, I've come to the conclusion that people are people. No matter what age, race, or circumstances, some people handle things like heroes and some people hurt other people. It's just how it is.

So I get tires of hearing people's prejudiced remarks. To me, prejudice, is just another tool of self-aggradndizment. We hate others to make ourselves better than them. We also hate what we don't understand and consequently fear. I guess I can understand that. My problem is when we refuse to even try to understand.

My parents, bless them, (love you guys!) will never be able to understand my dicision to leave the church because they don't want to understand. They won't ever listen. They're scared that if they open their minds to what I'm trying to say to them, that they too will lose their faith. I'm inclined to agree with them on that. It's a tough situation. At least I have my Aaron to lean on. As far as spitituality, we aren't exactly on the same page but we agree when it comes to the LDS church and that is enough for now.

I love you so much, baby! Everything I d,o every day, is for you, for us. I hope you notice it. :) My sweetheart, we'll get through this together, and keep on lovin'!

Gastritis

I was three weeks out of the hospital when I began to experience reapeated diarrhea and nausea. I thought maybe it had something to do with running out of my probiotic I usually take, but then I woke up one morning vomiting. I couldn't stop. I went to my doctor who told me something was wrong with my stomach and to head to the ER if I continued to throw up. The danger was dehydration. I went the next morning at 5:30 am and was admitted with severe dehydration. It took several days to get to a place where my nausea and pain were controlled enough to send me home. An endoscopy was perfomed which diagnosed the gastrits. The pictures showed a red, swollen, and ugly stomach lining. I was put on Karafate. My doctor calls it the "bandaid" since it coats the stomach giving it the space it needs from food and medicine to heal.

It's going to take time, however. I'm still on Karafate and will be for a while. I'm also being tested for siliac's diesease and/or gluten intolerance. I was on a gluten free diet for a while but I'm off of it now. I plan to resume the diet after the gastritis has healed some more. What with the diet and the week in the hospital not eating, I've lost nearly fifteen pounds so that's a silver lining. My sweet husband was my rock, supporting me and loving me despite all our fears. So thanks, Aaron. I love you!

No Spinning!

This past weekend was one of the most relaxing experiences in my life. Jessica and I went to a Dutch Over Dinner at a friend's house and had a blast. Made new friends, laughed with old friends and just...expressed ourselves. I opened up about a few things that had been on my mind for some months and doing so felt great. Maybe I'll talk about it in a later post.

Why was the weekend relaxing? What did we have to relax from? Jessica went to the hospital again. Another four day/three night adventure. My baby told those doctors what's up and refused treatment she didn't want. I'm so proud of her! A big change from the woman I knew when we were still newlyweds. Turns out she had gastritis. I saw the pictures of her stomach and it wasn't very pretty.

The experience was quite stressful on both of us. Once again I will let my lovely wife do all the talking about her hospital visit.

This is going to be a short one. I have to go to work soon and later at 2:45 tonight....HARRY POTTER!