Too Fast…
My cousin Gail passed away over the weekend from a brain aneurysm. I mean, that came out of nowhere! It really makes you think about how quick you can be taken away from this earth. I learned when I was younger just how lucky I should feel to be alive. I saw kids when I was in the hospital who were worse off than I was, and it made me realize that I was lucky. I was going to be out of the hospital in a matter of days, not in a matter of months. Yes, I may have gone through a lot of horrible things a child shouldn’t have to go through, but I am here now. I can talk about how I overcame all these different things, and I should be thankful everyday for that.
When things don’t seem to be going right with the whole dysautonomia mess, just try and think about how far you have come and really take a moment to thank those who helped get you there. I have had my share of crackpot doctors, I even had one threaten to “stick me with IV’s, put me back in the hospital, and put me back on the tilt table *nightmare* if I didn’t stop passing out.” But look at Dr. Grubb who has pretty much become a lot of peoples personal savior. He is so smart and has helped me out 110% because he believed me and my mother. He listens. Yes, it may take awhile to get in to see him, but it is worth it. It was so refreshing to actually have a doctor sit and listen to your troubles and not criticize you. I should really make him read this….get some brownie points 
I am at school now, and I should go and wait for my next class to start. I had to leave early from one because the kid sitting next to me would NOT stop sniffing his nose!!! It was driving me insane!! I may have compassion for somethings, but good Lord the smallest things make me wanna blow my top! I blame it on my lack of sleep…
Okay, goodbye now.