Our Nanny

Sara. Beagle. Dog. Caninus Tinkerbellus. What can I say? Cute, cuddly, and loyal... only if there's food involved. There is something about her, though. She is kind of the nanny we didn't have. Picture Nanna from the animated "Peter Pan." She sleeps with us, eats with us, walks us (or we walk her, I get confuserated on that issue) and crys when we fight. She even checks on us close to every hour, upstairs when she's not raiding trash cans, and pillaging (begging) for our scraps from our meals. Still, I would not trade that dog for anything. Once or twice, when I was having a Grand Mal seizure, in the middle of my illustrious career, now at about 1600, she curled up beside me. Can you ask anything more from man's best friend? I can't think of anything better than that. She also comforts me when I feel low (often due to medicine dosage errors) and she loves food games; Frito fetch is very in right now. She loves it when my brothers and my mom join in the game. I love to brush her every day, as a way to take a break from school. She makes me look bad with all the fur she sheds everyday. Sometimes, when I'm very tired during the week, I take about an hour's worth of a nap (1-2 times per wk) At times, she'll come into my room, and take a snooze with me. She's definately a hound all right. You can tell by the way she'll sleep all day, eat scraps, beg, and then at night, go outside, and run up and down our backyard, howling, of course. It's hard to stay mad at her, brown eyes and all. That paint-brush of a tail doesn't help either. She doesn't contribute to the family kitty (money, not feline), and definately is afraid of her own shadow, but we love her anyway, and besides, she is our nanny.

Moving On?

It's been a while since I put up a post, so this is my attempt at it. There isn't much going on right now. True, my seizures are behaving themselves, and that could possibly be due to the fact that after I'd seen my neurologist last week, he'd prescribed a change in my seizure meds. One dosage up, and another down; keep the other were it stands. Also true, that it has seemed to be working for me. I'm feeling more lucid upstairs, some of my recent memory has been opened back up, I'm able to finish school in the mid-afternoon, and my favorite, the endless energy I seem to have. Funny thing. As I'm more lucid upstairs, parts of my brain seemed to have had a shadow lifted off of them, and I am able to do things that I couldn't do (at least while I was on that med) before. For example: My time with God, it used to be indepth, almost 3D. Lately, it has seemed stale, 2D. Now, I'm back to where I communicate with God on a conversational level. I think that is due to that particular medicine, or mixture thereof, had on my brain. I'm even picking up projects that are sorely needing to be done etc.
Of course, this could all go away within a few weeks like the rest of my career, but I have a good feeling about this dosage. After all, I gotta start my driving career (cars, not golf) sometime, and it's never too late to start. I am a true Benamite, right out of the Bible. I'm left-handed, and also left-footed. Good luck trying to drive like that. Of course, it could be due to that brain-surgery entire right-side paralyzing issue. I kid my family all the time that when I finally am able to learn how to drive, I'm going to have to 1. learn how to drive with a weakened right foot while the other is Velcroed down, or 2. two-foot the pedals, and my final option is to find a car hand control that operate the brakes. I think option two is the most likely. You just can't fight impulse. My seizures belong back in my teens, with zits, and I want to move on with my life, but as God wills, not mine.
"Moving on." - Cecil 'A Night At the Museum'