Okay, so for all you people out there...here is a funny story. So my husband and I had an arguement. Yea we were yelling but we had calmed the situation down. Well apparently when my husband left the house to cool off, the neighbors thought he had killed me or something because they couldn't hear me anymore. Well that was because I had stopped yelling. Well the stupid neighbors called the MPs (military police). My husband and I both got arrested. Next thing I know I am being charged with "assault by beating, striking, or wounding". My husband was also charged with who knows what. But the next day the charges were dropped on my husband. Come to find out my husband has been asking them to drop the charges on me. But apparently, since my husband never wanted charges pressed in the first place, the MPs are pressing the charges. Or should I say one over-zealous MP is pressing charges. How did I supposedly assault my husband? I hit him with a pillow in the arm a few times. Yep a pillow. No there wasn't anything in the pillow. Just the normal foam stuff that comes in a pillow. And on top of that, the MP that arrested me, who wasn't going to charge me and didn't want to charge me, told me to beat my husband with a phonebook because it wouldn't leave any marks. The pillow didn't leave any marks either. My husband's arm wasn't even red.

So for all you out there, no more pillow fights. It is considered assault!

So on Sunday, I was feeling a bit sick in the morning. It wore off and I went to Rikk's for a photo shoot. I felt great while I was at Rikk's. About 2 hours after I got done at Rikk's, my stomach started hurting horrible again. About 10:15 pm, I couldn't stand it anymore. Michael drove me to the hospital. Thank God I knew Rachel, who is a nurse there. I was in so much pain it hurt to stand up or walk. Rachel got me in really quick. After being inside for about 15 minutes, Rachel needed to take some bloodwork. And before I know it, the needle is in my arm and there is blood running out from where the needle was. I get hooked up to an iv, which is the first time I have ever had an iv, and then in comes Rachel asking if I was allergic to morphine. Of course I have never had morphine. I only got a really small dose of morphine, but it was straight into the blood stream so I was expecting the pain to go away in about 15 minutes. The only thing I started to feel was sleepy. It took about an hour and a half for most of the pain to go away and only about three hours after I got the morphine, it was wearing off. So by the time they released me from the hospital with two new medications, I was right back where I started. In horrible pain.

But at least I know that everything was caused by the medication the doctor prescribed to me.

So I used to have my lifeguarding certification...back in '02 and I was thinking about taking the classes again to get recertified. So after having a long talk with my mother I am taking the classes this week and next week. Then I will be a certified lifeguard...and I will have a job. Classes start today so I am hoping that I don't feel sick at all later since it's only been a day since my trip to the hospital.

Lately I haven't been having my period. The doctors' have been trying to jumpstart my periods. They gave me some medicine which ended up getting me sick. Last night I was in so much pain that Michael took me to the hospital. One of the nurses there happens to be a friend, so I got in really quickly. Next thing I know the nurse was putting a needle in my arm and blood was running out from where the needle was...I was a bleeder. Next thing I know I am hooked up to an IV and Rachel is bringing in morphine and putting it in with my IV drip. It took about 2 hours for the morphine to actually make the pain go away completely. Then of course I got some other drug put in my IV to take away my nausea. And of course they let Michael and I go right as the morphine was wearing off. So I get home and I am horrible pain yet again. I woke up about three different times thoughout the night in excruitating pain. And then I woke up this morning and got my period. So I am going through way too much this week. Hopefully I will be fine tomorrow because I have a class tomorrow.

you ever feel like your world is spiralling downwards? that you can't get out and you can't try to swim at all? that you are stuck? paralyzed? one thing after another keeps crashing down. one after another things go wrong.and you sit and think eventually there has to be a bottom to this well of darkness and despair. and just hopefully on your way down, there is a stone sticking out of the wall or a branch or some weeds, just something to grab ahold of so you can catch your breath. you know there are other people on their way up. you just need to know how they are doing it. who knows?

and for those of you who think it is so easy, it is because you haven't ever climbed out. you haven't ever fallen. it is hard to get back up sometimes. sometimes you start climbing back up and then something pulls you right back down. sometimes certain things aren't your fault, they just happen.

Now that I have been to class and am sort of a bit more awake...I am frustrated by Michael. I know he means well and he wants to buy me a ton of stuff because he want's me to know he cares. But I am sitting here because I have no money to go get food, no food cuz I've already eatten it all. And I don't think he realizes that I am that broke...My bank account is still overdrawn and my credit card is over the limit. And I don't get my pay check until Thursday and I know it is only going to be like 100 bucks, if even. He means well but it's like he isn't gonna have a wife when he gets home because I will have starved to death. And damn BAH doesn't start until next month.

Class this morning was okay. Cold but okay. I had swimming. (And yes for those of you who know me, I already know how to swim. It's just an easy A) We had relay races with those noodle thingies. Of course the teacher but like the 4 shortest people in the lane where the water is like 5.5-6 feet deep. Half of the relays we couldn't do because we couldn't reach the bottom. But it doesn't really matter. We weren't being graded on it. Next up is my gen ed orientation class...which we don't do a damn thing in. But I finally brought in my book and the teacher should be there so I can finally turn in the goddamn homework. That class ends in two more days and I have yet to turn in any homework. Long story about UPS not delivering my books and shit.

My degree is going to take forever for me to get. The average time spent in college is I believe 6 or 7 years in order to recieve a BA degree. Just for my major I have to take at least 15 credit hours a semester. That doesn't include my minor or if I can't get certain classes. I am hoping to take some more BYU courses and get them transfered in under my major. I don't think that will be hard considering they have a number of psych courses that are listed for me to take. We will see. But that is just how it is. I have an appointment to meet with my advisor for Monday the 16th. I will see what she says.

Other than that I am off to check on my paycheck and other odd assortments...