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The steps leading onto the towering yellow bus seemed huge compared to my twelve-year-old body. I stretched to take one stair at a time and was nervous to find a seat with a friend. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach and wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or the anxiety of the unknown.

The voices of my peers spilled out of the windows as we made our way down the highway, trading lunches, seat hopping, and eagerly anticipating our arrival at the Science Centre.

My stomach turned somersaults.

Outside the rain created puddles, perfect for jumping in, and the line up to get off of the bus lagged while my classmates took their time splashing around, ignoring the huge buildings looming overhead and the big city we had just arrived in.

I needed to get off of the bus.

The butterflies flew up from the bottom of my stomach and reached for my throat, and as they lunged forward so did I. Pushing my peers to the side I sprang for the stairs to fresh air but it was too late, the excitement, anxiety, and butterflies inside wanted out!

With my body now out of my control I threw up in front of all of my classmates.

I felt one of my friends mothers take my shoulders, brush my hair back, and lead me to a bathroom. She played the role of my mother all day, while her child participated in the activities and I couldn’t leave the bathroom.

The ride home was a blur.

Exhausted, pale, and embarrassed I closed my eyes and prayed that we arrived back at the school quickly. I missed my mother madly and wanted to go to bed.

I wanted to escape the sounds of my squealing friends, the stories of fun, and everything I missed.

I felt cheated.

And I haven’t been back to the Science Centre ever since.

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I was really sick two weeks ago for about a month with a viral cold that WOULD NOT go away!

This cold dragged me down.

The coughing all night long, lack of energy, runny nose, it sucked.

So, because I like to discuss things when I feel like I need a plan (a plan for survival!) I brought it to Brian’s attention that this cold wasn’t sitting well with me and perhaps some form of action needed to be taken.

Me: I have no energy you know. Its almost as though I can’t even chew. This asparagus is hard to chew. Is yours hard to chew?

Brian: *Laughter* No. Asparagus is not hard to chew.

Me: Why aren’t you taking this seriously? I’m telling you there’s something very wrong with me. I’m telling you that my viral infection has now become something more and potentially deadly. I’m telling you I don’t have the energy to chew.

Brian: How’s the meat? Did you try the meat?

Me: It’s dry.

Me: How do you suppose I get energy? Is there a pill I can take? Should I stop asking for pills? Really though, aren’t you concerned?

Brian: Red Bull?

Me: You want my heart to explode?

Brian: Two or three of those a day and you’re back to normal.

Me; “Red Bull gives you wings” where in that sentence to you get “normal?”

Brian: Here, take my plate with you to the sink will ya?

Me: Are you kidding? I’ve barely got enough energy to carry this plate! I can hardly stand! You’re lucky I’m even talking right now!

Brian: I am lucky.

Me: No one takes me seriously. My back is killing me, I’m weak hun, weak! You don’t understand because you’re healthy.

Brian: My back is killing me too.

Me: No it’s not!

Brian: Yes it is, from gardening all day.

Me: You aren’t tired, you didn’t sleep in a chair last night, with a baby on you! You can carry a plate without the weight of it pulling you to the ground! You’re healthy, you’re strong! I envy your strength, your vitality!

Brian: You’re right. Go rest.

Me: *smile*

 

Survival of the fittest.

Sometimes that means mentally fit.

Take notes friends.

 

Leighann

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A Vlog inside a Blog

Today I`m revealing my first VLOG!

I was initially against the Vlog. I was the leader of the “Bloggers against vlogs“ society.

I had t-shirts made.

Perhaps I don`t like change.

And then I decided to give it a shot.

I was high on meds.

And know what?

I love it.

Both vlogging and meds (to clarify)

So I`m linking up with Jessica at My Time As Mom for VlogTalk.

Change People… its inevitable.

PhotobucketLeighann

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Zombie Love

I’ve heard the theory that the world will end in the year 2012.

I’ve watched my fair share of zombie movies, with thanks to my brother.

I’m cautious about washing my fruits and vegetables, hand sanitizing, and ensuring I get my family checked out if I suspect one of us is ill.

I’m certain I would survive should a mutant virus sweep our planet turning everyone into zombies because I am prepared. I’ve done my research (watched a lot of zombie movies) and I’m confident I have acquired all of the necessary skills needed to fight the un-dead.
My swift ninja chop will easily slice the heads off of the approaching man-eating killers, my unwillingness to share will surely keep me well fed, and my lack of interest in small talk will allow me to stay well hidden.

But there’s a problem.

Brian will get me killed.

He has been sick for the past two weeks and throughout his illness I have noticed his not so subtle attempts at infecting me.

When he first became sick I brushed it off, he wasn’t really trying to get me ill, he just wanted a kiss. Then, in the throes of his flu he charged me, eyes bloodshot and puffy, nose running, voice hoarse, and asked me for a hug. Alarms went off and I backed up into the other room to breathe clean air.

He was turning.

I begged him to think about our daughter, to not let the zombie take over. To spare me.

He spared me, that time.

The final straw was a few days ago. Another wave of flu had hit our home and because I practice zombie virus avoidance I managed to remain healthy. Brian emerged from the bedroom looking weak, dehydrated, and pale. He smacked his lips together and asked for a drink. After reaching for a glass and turning around again he was right behind me, hands outstretched requesting a hug.

Zombie.

I asked him why he wanted to infect me.

I asked him if the world was ending and he and I were the last ones left would he still want a hug.

Yes he would.

Zombie.

I ran away.

Because I’m always in training.

And Brian, he’s the weak link people.

Leighann

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