Alright, so i basically started this blog... in a very weird way, and that was to complain. I do plan on making this pretty much like a journal and for that reason i thought it would be beneficial to those who are reading, to understand myself and where i come from.
So.... we will start at the beginning.
Sometime in the year 1990, i was conceived. I really dont need to know the time and place...
A few years prior to mny conception, my mother who has already had two kids and multiple miscarraiges, decided that she would not have any more kids. This resulting in the tieing of her tubes. So...that long story short.... I was an accident.
But..on the plus side, 3 months prior to the date i was due... i thought it would be a great idea to attempt to kill my mother. I know...that is quite aweful, but in all fairness, she was trying to harm me as well. You see... my blood type is opposite from my mothers, and this caused many complications in her pregnancy... yes...i am aware that they make medication for that, yet... 18 years ago, she wasnt able to afford it..not financially but medically, because she is allergic to some of the contents. So...where does that go? A rush to the emergency room.... which then becomes a rush to the operating table. It was decided that to save my mother i had to be taken out by an emergency C-section.
Once things were done with that...the doctors...being very...doctorish and not sympathetic to anyones feelings because they've been there for so many hours and still had many runs to make, basically told my mother that there was a phone beside her bed...and that she needed to call family friends and her minister, so that the proper arrangements could be made. My mother, knowing what the odds were of me surviving (the doctors only gave me four hours) never touched that phone. Our family was already in the waiting room, and she just told them that i had a long recovery ahead of me..as did she. Eight hours after i was born, the doctors finally came back to visit my mother to tell her that after many of hours they were finally able to get me stabalized, but even with this remarkable miracle that i have survived this long..the next hours were critical. If i lived through the night, i would live as healthy and normal of a life that one could expect, because they had predicted that i would end up deaf, blind, mute, and mentally retarded.
now... to end this post off, i would like to comment on the doctors predicitions. As far as blindness goes, i know i am able to see...if i wasnt, i doubt that i would be able to post this blog right now and know how it looks. Being mute? that was never going to happen. I am a very opinionated independant woman and there is just too much that needs to be said. Like any teenager, I hear what i want to hear.... so..the Deafness can be marked off the list as well...
and here is the kicker, i started reading at the young age of three. and ever since advanced placement classes have been available (and not just through highschool as AP means college level) i have been in almost every advanced class.
Well..i am going to end this post here, and get to some other memories...the good,the bad, and the ugly. so.... to fully understand me, you will have to read all of them too.
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