Holy cow, I do apologize.
So. Much. Stuff. Has. Been. Happening.
I’m not even going to try to tell you every little thing that’s happened. It would take the next two days. I don’t have the time for that, to be honest.
One thing that was important is going to Texas for three days in March. I finally got to visit my adorable niece and Jarrett got to meet my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece and nephew. It was a nice visit, but I LOATHE Texas…
I have been sick, like bed-ridden sick, for the past three days. Today is the fourth and I am exhausted. Over the past nine months or so I have been trying to get my anxiety and bipolar disorder under control and, of course, that means taking a hundred different kinds of pills, searching for one that will actually work.
As you might know, pills for those sort of things generally come with migraines as a side-effect. I was diagnosed with chronic migraines when I was five years old. Over the past six months, my migraines have grown incredibly worse. They’ve gone from one or two a month with added nausea, to one or two a week with temporary blindness, numbness in my hands and feet, and dizziness that makes it really difficult to walk.
Obviously, needless to say, that’s what I’ve been dealing with this week. Since I sit at a desk, take phone calls, and work on a computer, these migraines make it very hard to actually function at work. Luckily, I have this crazy leave in the system that lets me miss for my headaches without getting in trouble, but they’re still getting to the point of being ridiculous.
Having talked to a specialist, who explained that the medications that I’ve tried are more than likely what’s made the migraines worse, I’ve decided to look into alternate forms of “medication”, the most prevalent one being the use of an emotional support dog, a service dog trained to deal with an owner who has mental “disabilities” like PTSD, or, like me, an anxiety disorder.
Since Jarrett and I are buying a German Shepherd (at some point! My frickin time frame keeps getting pushed back.), which are commonly used as service dogs, we decided to train the one we get to be my emotional support dog. Jarrett always knew that our dog will be his buddy, but he’ll be my baby. All of my pets end up stuck to me like glue. I basically get addicted to them and them to me.
The breeder we’ve chosen, whom I’ve become pretty good friends with over the past couple of months, knows all about my health issues and it helping us choose the perfect pup to fit our needs. Not only will he be a service dog, but he’ll also have to hike and camp with us. We are very outdoorsy folks, after all. We’ve visited and played with puppies twice, once in April and once in May. I absolutely ADORE them.
Well, anyway, that’s what I’m going through personally at the moment. Now, Jarrett… He’s doing some other crazy stuff.
He has decided to join the Marine Corps.
This is not a rash, spur of the moment decision that he made. Jarrett was in ROTC in high school, ended up being the Battalion Commander by the end of it all, and he was also on the school’s shooting team. He can blindfold himself, take apart his AK-47, then put it back together in just a couple of minutes. The only reason he didn’t join right after he graduated was because he wants a family. He was so worried that he’d join, become a lifer, and never get a chance to have the family that he craves.
Of course, it’s incredibly frightening. I mean, the military is scary and Marines are pretty hardcore, so just about anything could happen. I’m looking on the bright side of everything, simply trying to think about the fact that it’s a fantastic way to get to travel.
Since it’ll be next spring before he signs papers, we’ll be together for over a year then. I hope that after the weeks and weeks and weeks of work he has to do before he finds out where he stationed that he gets stationed in California, at Fort Pendleton. I mean, Alaska, Hawaii, or Japan would be cool options too, they are less likely. Most of the Marines I know are stationed in California. (Although, a friend of mine’s little brother did just get sent to Japan for two years.) Neither of us are very big “beach bums” since we both have a pretty dumb fear of the ocean (don’t ask…), so Alaska would pretty awesome. Jarrett wants to hunt big animals like… Elk, or something and I like how beautiful the nature is there. The twenty-four-hour sunshine is pretty spiffy too. (The twenty-four-hour darkness is what would freak me out. I’m a bit afraid of the dark…) An old friend from high school just married an Army man and they live in Alaska now. She’s been posting GORGEOUS pictures on social media. I’m stupidly jealous, truthfully.
Now, the less pretty stuff is that I’ve moved out of my house. It IS mine, so it’s not going anywhere, but I hated living there and with the way my health is right now, I’ve barely been making my bills. My parents asked me to move back into their house, so I decided that it would probably be my best option. I am now living in the spare bedroom at my parent’s, enjoying mom-cooked meals and all the love from our family’s Cavalier King Charles spaniels and the Chihuahua who loves me more than anyone else ever. It’s nice to not have to pay utilities.
Blah, blah, blah. So there’s your brief glance into what has become my life. Things are nice and stressful, but at least I have fun things to look forward to in the future. Maybe marrying the most phenomenal man on the planet, getting to move somewhere that I’ve never even visited before, and getting a wonderful canine creature to spend all of my time with. I’ll end this here, for now, but I’ll be back when I have something worth talking about and as thanks for reading all of this, here’s a new picture of that handsome man and I. This is from my birthday, which was in April. We were on our way to visit German Shepherd puppies for the first time.