Fear

Most of you many not know but I have a phobia of needles. Not the 'oh I don't like needles' but the 'need two nurses and my mom to hold me down because I'm freaking out' kind of fear. It used to be worse than it is now, but only because for the past months I've been in and out of the hospital. In the E.R, it is procedure to give a patient an IV even it its not wanted. 

I needed to give many blood samples and I've need to be emitted in the hospital four times. not to mention all the shots I "had to have". This has given me plenty of practice with the dreaded needles. By now you are probably asking why I needed to endure such horrific circumstances. Well I passed out while I was at work, then when I got to the E.R. they found out my heart was acting crazy. And until last week I had no idea what was wrong with me. Even my three specialist didn't know what was wrong, until they call a "specialist of the specialists". 

The technical term is Atrial tachycardia and low Vagal tone. Please do not ask me what that means I know nothing. All I know is that the doctors suggested I do yoga, okay... weird but I could try that. Then they said something that make me shiver, acupuncture. I was willing to try anything without meds but lets be real, no way in hell am I getting acupuncture. Then my mom called me and told me I was in fact getting acupuncture, and I have an appointment. I guess I will be getting more practice with the needles. 

I am not a mother

I am not a mother.

You hear that a mother has an intuition, I have never experienced that type of intuition and I probably wont until I myself am a mother. But I have come very close to close. During the summer I babysit a 1 1/2 year old boy on a horse farm. This little boy, lets call him Toby, loved all the animals like any curious little person would.

Our day would consist of playing for about an hour, then I would put him in a stroller and give him a snack. Then more playing outside or I would read to him if he was grumpy. I love babysitting Toby, I have grown to love him. Don't take this the wrong way, I do not nor could I ever love him like his mother does. But I was around him so much that I grew accustom to his moods, I could tell what he was about to do it before he did it.

Let me tell you how we play outside, most of the time he would wander around and I would stay very close behind him. Making sure he didn't get into anything dangerous. One of the things I was told before I even met Toby was to never let him near the gate with the "crazy" horse. This horse was insane, he would run full speed toward you and not slow down until the very last second, he would try to eat the metal gate, among other things.

One day they didn't tell me that they moved this horse to a new area, of all the places they moved this horse they moved him to the area that Toby loved to watch a little pony. Now wouldn't you think it would have been wise to inform the babysitter that the "dangerous" horse has been moved! So Toby was waddling his way to the gate when I noticed the horse at full speed coming toward him. (Yes, I knew there was a gate between us, but that doesn't make it any less scary.) I picked up Toby and ran him to the chickens where he loves to chase them. My hope was not to traumatize the little person, but I did end up changing his dipper. After that day I always asked if there were any changes or if they were expecting any deliveries, that way I can be more prepared
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Oil Change for Dummies

When you drive a car you need to know more than just how to drive. You need to know how much gas you have, you need to know if you car is over heating, you should know when to blow up your tires. My dad is certified to give cars stickers so I normally don't even look under the hood. I didn't even know when you should change the oil. Of course my dad told me, but lets be honest, when a teenage girl gets lectured on how to take care of a car they don't retain anything that was said. (Well in my case anyway.)

When the time came for me to change the oil, I asked my dad to do it. He said, with more language, "no". He had to finish working on his equipment for spring. My dad gave me step by step directions, needless to say it would have been faster if he did it himself. After about half an hour he was about ready to do it himself, if it wasn't a "life skill".

I successfully got my car on the lift, with instruction of course. It took me a while to find the thingy where the oil comes out. The thingy would not come out! Yes, I know what you are thinking and no I do not know what the 'thingy' is really called. So having never changed oil myself I didn't even think of the consequences of standing under the hole. You all know where this is going don't you, well if you don't, I got covered in oil.

Not only did I have to deal with being covered in oil, I also had to deal with my dad. Who was laughing his ass off, because he saw it coming and didn't say anything. I don't blame my dad, although I was mad when he didn't say anything, when asked I just say it was a blonde moment.

My lesson to be learned here, never wear clothes you like in the garage.