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ecstarry · 5 months
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the amount of stuff from my relationship that i projected to my fics is actually insane
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makotokino · 6 years
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sunguard - one year
It’s mind boggling to me to realize that I’ve been back in WoW for over a year. When I left at the beginning of WoD, I was pretty certain I was never coming back. The game had lost a lot of love in my heart, partially because of personal circumstances but overall, I was burnt out. BFA’s trailer brought me back in November of 2017, and I spent some time on the outskirts until I poked my head into S.O.S. While the experience was great, I do have some mixed feelings on it now - but one thing I am grateful for is that it brought me to the Sunguard.
This past year has been an absolute boon for me in a lot of ways. Being a member in Sunguard has challenged me creatively, and looking back over my writings last year to now - I can already see an improvement. Not just in how I write, either, but how I create. I spend so much time brainstorming with stories I love, and that’s lead to so much more creativity even outside of Warcraft writing. I’ve started writing original content again, I’ve picked up painting; I’m excited to challenge myself in the future because I feel confident and creative. For someone who has struggled with creativity and especially feeling confidence in my work, this is so wonderful.
Y’all have given me a place to create and express my characters, to grow their stories. So many parts of Sanarissa - a character I’ve been writing for eight years - have grown into something more nuanced, complex, and interesting. I’ve also had the opportunity to create more characters who I love, which I’ve never really done before - being someone who focused only on my main.
So I wanted to say thanks - to everyone I communicate with, write with, and share the experience of TSG with on a daily basis. I also have a few special thank you’s because I’m a giant sap. But for now, thank y’all for this amazing year and I can’t wait for more.
The Officer Corp, with special thanks to Felth @felthier, Jess @jessipalooza, Mel @stormandozone, and Azzy @azriah: From the first moment applying to the Sunguard, the officers made me feel welcome and wanted. That was a huge thing for me. Along the way, y’all have always been supportive, attentive, and nice to talk to. Especially the four of you I mentioned, I feel like I can always come to at least one of you with questions or concerns. So thank you, for making the guild a great place for not only me but everyone else - and for always being there to answer my (sometimes) dumbass questions. Not to mention y’all inspire me so much with your work.
Tiah / @forever-afk: Tiah, you are one of the reasons I joined TSG to begin with. Between you and Thomas after S.O.S., that’s really what pushed me forward. I know we haven’t gotten to RP in a loooong time due to our own lives not meshing, but I’m still so glad Sana and Vaelrin are buddies.
Aimee / @thanidiel: I know we don’t talk super often but I am very glad to have you around to jabber at, get advice and critique from, and joke around with. Having you around during S.O.S. was a boon, and I’ve enjoyed being able to make old MG veterans memes with you sometimes. You inspire me so much to be a better writer, creator, roleplayer, dude.
Cari / @retributionpriest: So I was devastated when Lirelle died without ever really getting the chance to interact, besides like one social event with a couple sentences, because of my own Anxiete. But I am soooo so so so glad that we’ve started talking and roleplaying a little back and forth. Being able to chat with you over Elementalist stuff and the brief RP we’ve been able to do has been so fun. I look forward to so much more in the future.
Harm / @thelaughingvulture: Fave Light cultist, bar none. But honestly, Brae is such an interesting character and I love her and despite the constant Brea/Brae confusion, I am glad we’ve gotten to talk and RP more over the last few weeks. I’m SAD that Sana is a traitor again, but the interactions we are keeping were so good - plus we’ll have bards we can write, or Light nerds. I’m super excited to keep on truckin as your buddy.
Veli / @ocarina-of-what: Hi. I love you. RP with me at some point. No, but really, having gotten to know you a little bit over the past few weeks has been absolutely incredible. You’re such a gem and a darling, I love you to pieces already. I hope we get to know each other much better AND ACTUALLY GET TO RP SOON. LOVE YOU.
Matt / @captainswingbeard: Hello, I know I’m a horribly slow RP partner, but your kind words and genuine interest in my stories are so wonderful and great. I was soooo surprised when you took interest in wanting to RP with me but it’s been so fun and interesting. I love reading your stories and I’m so interested in how everything will play out for the Old Man. And I swear, I’ll reply soon (unless I already have because I wrote this ahead of time - ha!)
Larry / @trained-trainwreck: I genuinely cannot like, preface enough how much your friendship means to me. You are one of my best TSG buddies and you mean a lot to me. We are Team Southern America and that’s important to me to have someone who comes from a similar background and history that I can share my experiences with. On top of that, being able to write with you is one of my favorite things, despite us not having much time to do so. Larry and Sana’s parallels are so interesting and I’m sorry she has yet again betrayed his trust. Also, I love big murder boy and I swear, at some point, I will be able to accept your invitation to level in ESO together.
Jase / @veloestian: Hey. You mean a lot to me. I know I communicate to you in gently bullying terms a lot, but you’re a dear friend to me. I love writing with you even though I’m slow and a horrible partner. You were the first person I wrote Melori with and so much of her grew from the interactions we had early on. You help me feel better when I’m sad and you send me dumb memes and I love that. You’re a good bean and I cherish you.
Gibby / @please-respond: Bridge troll or not, you are like my brother. My horrible gremlin brother who I sometimes want to kill, but brother nonetheless. Our relationship has been based a lot more off of friendship than RP, which makes me sad sometimes - but I’m glad we’re getting to RP and write together. I love the things you create, I love the opportunities you’ve given me towards my character arc for Sana, and I’m thankful for all the advice and talks we’ve had. Thank you.
Archer / @pyrosophist: Hey. Hey Archer. Hi. You’re my favorite fetus in the universe probably. I am so, so honored and consider myself truly lucky to count you as one of my closest RP partners. Of course, I can talk about Team Fel and how much I have loved seeing them grow from enemies to tenuous allies to friends to lovers to ENEMIES AGAIN, how much their natural, organic growth has fascinated me, how much their parallels hurt my soul, how much I enjoy writing them with you and what will come of it in the future.
But there’s so much more than that. It’s become routine to just talk to you everyday, about creation and headcanons and ideas - you have such a creative energy and you inspire me by even being near you. Digging into headcanons and character work with you and throwing ideas at the wall to see what sticks has quickly become one of the highlights of my day; right alongside of planning what kind of stupid shit we can do in roll20. I even love hurling stupid pinterest posts and songs at you, it’s all part of the friendship.
Being able to share lore, ideas, AU’s, and RP with you means so much to me. You’ve made such an impact on my time in the Sunguard, and I can’t thank you for that enough. I can’t wait to see the storylines you unfold, now and in the future, and be there to experience them. Also, you always draw me wonderful things and I cry a lot.
Thomas / @jonathan-nevermore-smith: I had to save you for last, goober. From the moment we started writing together a year ago, I knew that I was in for something special. Writing Ash and Sana with you has been a rollercoaster that I have been happy to be on, even now. They mean so much to me. You’ve given me so much opportunity to revisit and grow the character that I love so much.
But it isn’t just Sana. Because of your brilliant ideas, I’ve gotten to create multiple characters that I love and adore. It was your urging that pushed me to make Melori a fully-formed, true character. It was your fanon lore that brought me Zaerise. You’ve always encouraged my ideas and thoughts, even when I thought they were extra. You’re always excited to talk with me about things - and that means so much to me.
You’ve let me take a lot of your fanon and just run with it. Being able to work out the religion, culture, and history of the Ridges - its customs and what makes it tick - has been such a fulfilling thing for me to do. Not to mention the Coven, and how much I love and adore them and all that you’ve let me do with your inkling of an idea.
You’re way more than an RP partner though. You are one of my best friends. Talking to you everyday just feels like part of the routine - always have to check in and talk with Thomas. You’ve become such a common point of reference in my life. You share my Hulu account with the real life squad. You’ve been there for me in some of my hardest points this year; you’ve listened to me cry, heard me drunk, and you’ve been there for me every moment in between.  I’m more thankful for you than I can easily put into words. So thank you, Thomas, for a year of amazing friendship and roleplay, and here’s to so many more.
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babyyeollie · 7 years
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oh baby; kim junmyeon
summary: life as newlyweds seems to be a never-ending rollercoaster 
pairing: suho x y/n
genre: fluff (pure, pure fluff)
word count: 622
prompt: “I want to have a baby.”
“I want to have a baby.”
A startled giggled fell from your lips at his abrupt words and he lightly slapped you on the arm in return, a pout adorning his features.
“Sorry, sorry, It’s just that I thought you said you wanted a child, I must’ve misheard you.” You whispered, settling back into your seat so as not to draw any more attention from your small outburst. Junmyeon leaned closer to you over the arm rest of your chairs and nodded slowly, “That’s exactly what I said.”
You couldn’t seem to wrap your mind around it. One moment you were simply sitting on your flight back home after a week long honeymoon where you had been completely alone to do whatever you pleased, and the next you were talking to your new husband about having children? “Junmyeon, what brought this on?” You questioned quietly, picking up his large hand in yours. “We only just got married.”
Junmyeon shrugged shyly and intertwined your fingers together, “I just think it would be fun, you know? We’re married as you said, so why not?”
“I’m only twenty-three, and we’ve been married for a week - it’s not like our parents will be expecting offspring just yet, babe.” You said, staring at him with a small smile.
Suho nodded, “I know, I know, but I just can’t wait to start a life with you, y’know? I married you for a reason - I can’t see myself without you, and I think that we would do really well with a child, we’re always babysitting your cousins anyway, so what’s the difference?”
You bit your lip and stared down at your joined hands, nerves taking over your mind as you realised that he was being completely serious.
“The difference, Jun, is that at the end of the day, It’s going to be us waking up at four in the morning to coo the baby back to sleep or feed it, it will be our responsibility to set up a real person with a good future, and we’ve barely even started ours as a pair yet.” You took a deep breath and continued, more softly than before, “I really do want a child with you, believe me, I do, but I don’t think that I’m - that we’re - ready for that just yet. I would love to spend a little bit of time getting to know you as my husband, my other half, before I come to know you as the father of my child.”
Junmyeon noticed the tears forming at the corners of your eyes and lifted your chin up gently, “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I’m sorry that I brought it up at all, I just can’t wait to live my life with you, I guess I just got overexcited.”
You shook your head in sadness at his tone and moved your eyes up to search his face, “Don’t apologise for something like that, I’m so over the moon that you want to do that with me and experience that together, I’m just selfish - I want all of your love for a little while longer.”
Junmyeon smiled sweetly at you and pressed a light kiss to your nose, “That I can do, but for your information, you’ve had all of my heart for years.”
You smiled in response to his words, but still found yourself stumbling over your own, “I’m sorry, I feel so horrible.”
Junmyeon shook his head slowly, “Don’t, sweetheart, Never feel bad about telling me you aren’t ready for something. Your comfort will always be my priority.”
You nestled into his shoulder, your locked hands still sitting on the arm rest of the aeroplane seats, and fell asleep to the soft sounds of him humming a lullaby.
It’s ya girl, Aimee Aimee Aimee, here with another drabble! This was really sweet to write (I’ve been catching serious Jun feels lately) and I had so much fun doing it? The next scenario that I have out will be another Suho one (We actually have A LOT of requests for him to write oml) and then after that, I’ll have a couple more fics out before the first chapter of my solo multi-chapter fic is released!
I don’t know how long it will end up being at this stage but I’m thinking around ten (10) chapters maybe? We’ll see where the road takes us!! I love you all so much and your constant support means the world to Mon and I. Without you guys we wouldn’t have a blog to write for and we’ll be forever grateful for that. Okay I think I’m going to go and do some editing before lying in bed with chocolates and Goblin.
(the most relatable admin ever amirite)
- Admin Aimee xx
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tcoffin42 · 7 years
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FINAL POST!!                                          Elvis Costello - My Aim Is True
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It’s graduation week.  Four years of sharing album-of-the-week are over.  It’s important to wrap this up with a special album.  I’ve decided to go with one of the best debut albums ever, by one of my favorite musicians, for whom I have the utmost respect.  With this last album, I want to affirm that this effort was to support my daughter’s personal and professional interests in music (my aim was true).  Also, I wanted the graduation album to welcome her to the grown-up world of working for a living (”Welcome To The Working Week”).  And finally, since I’ve tied politics to so many of these albums, it feels appropriate - as President Trump continues to bring the country and perhaps the world to ruin (this week, by backing out of the Paris Climate Accord) - to close this project with the track, “Waiting For The End Of The World.”
1    "Welcome to the Working Week" 2    "Miracle Man" 3    "No Dancing" 4    "Blame It on Cain" 5    "Alison" 6    "Sneaky Feelings" 7    "(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes" 8    "Less Than Zero" 9    "Mystery Dance" 10  "Pay It Back" 11  "I'm Not Angry" 12  "Waiting for the End of the World"
Last week, T Bone Burnett’s name was one of those in the collaboration, and I mentioned his Academy Award winning work on the “Cold Mountain” soundtrack.  Well, Elvis Costello collaborated with T Bone to write the track “Scarlett Tide” for that soundtrack.  The collaborations Elvis has been a part of are numerous and, I’m sure, will go on and on.  He has made so much music in genres outside his punk-pop, new-wave origins that it defies categorization.  I recommend a Wikipedia search to keep track of it all.  Of late, what I have been most impressed with from Elvis is the musically collaborative TV show he did called “Spectacle: Elvis Costello with...”  I only saw a few episodes, but they were brilliant.  Check it out if you're so inclined.  It’s all available on DVD or BluRay.
In closing, I’d like to thank everyone who read my foolish posts (with especially large portions of thanks to those of you who occasionally corrected me) and everyone who listened along with us.  As a postscript, here is the entire list of 194 albums we listened to over this four-year project, and the date we started listening.  We started a little late, so we did two albums per week through the first summer session to try to catch up on the total count.  With occasional exceptions, the albums were pre-1999 (the year my daughter was born).  We followed some themes here and there, but mostly we just rocked out!
Rumours - Fleetwood Mac  10/20/2013
Deja Vu - Crosby Stills Nash & Young  10/27/2013
Best of the Doobies - The Doobie Brothers  11/3/2013
Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975 - The Eagles  11/10/2013
Greatest Hits 1974-1978 - Steve Miller Band  11/17/2013
American Beauty - Grateful Dead  11/24/2013
The Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground  12/1/2013
Loaded - The Velvet Underground  12/8/2013
The Monkees - The Monkees  12/15/2013
Jackson 5 Christmas Album - Jackson 5  12/22/2013
The #1's - Elvis Presley  12/29/2013
Legend from the Master Tapes - Buddy Holly  1/5/2014
The #1's - Diana Ross & The Supremes  1/12/2014
Singles 1969-1981 - The Carpenters  1/19/2014
16 Greatest Hits - The Mamas & Papas  1/26/2014
Greatest Hits - The Byrds  2/2/2014
Greatest Hits - Bob Dylan  2/9/2014
Greatest Hits - Simon & Garfunkel  2/16/2014
Greatest Hits - James Taylor  2/23/2014
Greatest Hits - Linda Ronstadt  3/2/2014
Greatest Hits - Janis Joplin  3/9/2014
Greatest Hits - The Doors  3/16/2014
Smash Hits - Jimi Hendrix  3/23/2014
Greatest Hits - Queen  3/30/2014
Legend - Bob Marley & The Wailers  4/6/2014
Mania - The Ramones  4/13/2014
Lennon Legend: The Very Best Of John Lennon - John Lennon  4/20/2014
The Hits - Johnny Cash  4/27/2014
A Quiet Normal Life: The Best Of Warren Zevon - Warren Zevon  5/4/2014
Gold - ABBA  5/11/2014
Greatest Hits - Cat Stevens  5/18/2014
The Best Of - Steely Dan  5/25/2014
Greatest Hits - Bruce Springsteen  6/1/2014
Greatest Hits - Elton John  6/8/2014
Endless Summer - The Beach Boys  6/15/2014
Hot Rocks - The Rolling Stones  6/22/2014
Led Zeppelin III - Led Zeppelin  6/29/2014
Rubber Soul - The Beatles  7/6/2014
Revolver - The Beatles  7/6/2014
Who's Next - The Who  7/13/2014
The Who By Numbers - The Who  7/13/2014
Dark Side Of The Moon - Pink Floyd  7/20/2014
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd  7/20/2014
One For The Road - The Kinks  7/27/2014
Pretenders - Pretenders  8/3/2014
Learning To Crawl - Pretenders  8/3/2014
Nevermind The Bollocks - The Sex Pistols  8/10/2014
Sound Affects - The Jam  8/17/2014
London Calling - The Clash  8/24/2014
Changesonebowie - David Bowie  8/31/2014
Ghost In The Machine - The Police  9/7/2014
I Just Can't Stop It - The English Beat  9/14/2014
Absolutely - Madness  9/21/2014
Talk Talk Talk - The Psychedelic Furs  9/28/2014
Hits - Joni Mitchell  10/5/2014
Rickie Lee Jones - Rickie Lee Jones  10/12/2014
Eyes Open - Snow Patrol  10/19/2014
The Best Of Joan Armatrading - Joan Armatrading  10/26/2014
Upstairs At Eric's - Yaz  11/2/2014
Blue Bell Knoll - Cocteau Twins  11/9/2014
Life's Too Good - The Sugarcubes  11/16/2014
The B-52's - The B-52's  11/23/2014 
Out Of Time - R.E.M.  11/30/2014
In My Tribe - 10,000 Maniacs  12/7/2014
Girlfriend - Matthew Sweet  12/14/2014
Joy: A Holiday Collection - Jewel  12/21/2014
Fumbling Toward Ecstacy - Sarah McLachlan  12/28/2014
Reading, Writing And Arithmetic - The Sundays  1/4/2015
Meat Is Murder - The Smiths  1/11/2015
Tragic Kingdom - No Doubt  1/18/2015
Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morissette  1/25/2015
Blood Sugar Sex Magik - Red Hot Chili Peppers  2/1/2015
Siamese Dream - Smashing Pumpkins  2/8/2015
Ten - Pearl Jam  2/15/2015
Nevermind - Nirvana  2/22/2015
Live Through This - Hole  3/1/2015
Exile In Guyville - Liz Phair  3/8/2015
After - Lady Lamb the Beekeeper  3/15/2015
Garbage - Garbage  3/22/2015
Eight Arms To Hold You - Veruca Salt  3/29/2015
Rid Of Me - PJ Harvey  4/5/2015
I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got - Sinead O'Connor  4/12/2015
Moondance - Van Morrison  4/19/2015
Joshua Tree - U2  4/26/2015
Fisherman's Blues - The Waterboys  5/3/2015
The Fine Art Of Surfacing - The Boomtown Rats  5/10/2015
To The Faithfully Departed - The Cranberries  5/17/2015
Sunshine On Leith - The Proclaimers  5/24/2015
Barricades and Brickwalls - Kasey Chambers  5/31/2015
Mars Needs Guitars - Hoodoo Gurus  6/7/2015
Kick - INXS  6/14/2015
Sometimes I Sit and Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit - Courtney Barnett  6/21/2015
The Iron Man - Pete Townshend  6/28/2015
The Wall - Pink Floyd  7/5/2015
Hair - Original Broadway Musical  7/12/2015
Quadrophenia - The Who  7/19/2015
American Idiot - Green Day  7/26/2015
Jesus Christ Superstar - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack  8/2/2015
Grease - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack  8/9/2015
Rocky Horror Picture Show - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack  8/16/2015
Joe's Garage - Frank Zappa  8/23/2015
Graceland - Paul Simon  8/30/2015
So - Peter Gabriel  9/6/2015
Speaking In Tongues - Talking Heads  9/13/2015
The Cars - The Cars  9/20/2015
Boston Boston9/27/2015
Bachelor #2 or The Last Remains Of The Dodo - Aimee Mann  10/4/2015
Become What You Are - The Juliana Hatfield Three  10/11/2015
Verve Jazz Masters 51 - Blossom Dearie  10/18/2015
Come On Feel The Lemonheads - The Lemonheads  10/25/2015
Dizzy Up The Girl - Goo Goo Dolls  11/1/2015
Tiny Days - Scruffy The Cat  11/8/2015
Pills 'n' Thrills And Bellyaches - Happy Mondays  11/15/2015
The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses  11/22/2015
Electric Honey - Luscious Jackson  11/29/2015
Becoming X - Sneaker Pimps  12/6/2015
Let Go - Avril Lavigne  12/13/2015
Personal Christmas Collection - Doris Day  12/20/2015
The Grey Album - DJ Dangermouse  12/27/2015
St. Elsewhere - Gnarls Barkley  1/3/2016
El Camino - The Black Keys  1/10/2016
The Good, The Bad, & The Queen - The Good, The Bad, & The Queen  1/17/2016
Little Broken Hearts - Norah Jones  1/24/2016
Avalanche - Thea Gilmore  1/31/2016
Born In The UK - Badly Drawn Boy  2/7/2016
Echo and the Bunnymen - Echo and the Bunnymen  2/14/2016
Central Reservation - Beth Orton  2/21/2016
Love Songs: Best of the Verve Song Books - Ella Fitzgerald  2/28/2016
The Sensual World - Kate Bush  3/6/2016
Arular - M.I.A.  3/13/2016
No Angel - Dido  3/20/2016
The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem  3/27/2016
White Blood Cells - The White Stripes  4/3/2016
Motown 40 Forever - Various Artists  4/10/2016
Running On Empty - Jackson Browne  4/17/2016
Purple Rain - Prince and the Revolution  4/24/2016
Raw Power - Iggy & The Stooges  5/1/2016
461 Ocean Boulevard - Eric Clapton  5/8/2016
Nick Of Time - Bonnie Raitt  5/15/2016
Damn The Torpedoes - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers  5/22/2016
Low Budget - The Kinks  5/29/2016
Making Movies - Dire Straits  6/5/2016
Look Sharp - Joe Jackson  6/12/2016
Live Killers - Queen  6/19/2016
Living In Clip - Ani DiFranco  6/26/2016
Live At Luther College - Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds  7/3/2016
Carnegie Hall Live 1938 - Benny Goodman  7/10/2016
Bring On The Night - Sting  7/17/2016
The Secret Policeman's Other Ball - Various Artists  7/24/2016
Disraeli Gears - Cream  7/31/2016
Vol. 1 - Traveling Wilburys  8/7/2016
Down By The Old Mainstream - Golden Smog  8/14/2016
Monsters of Folk - Monsters of Folk  8/21/2016
Underachievers, Please Try Harder - Camera Obscura  8/28/2016
Horses - Patti Smith  9/4/2016
Under The Pink - Tori Amos  9/11/2016
Gordon - Barenaked Ladies  9/18/2016
#1 Record - Big Star  9/25/2016
Hello Starling - Josh Ritter  10/2/2016
Doolittle - Pixies  10/9/2016
Last Splash - The Breeders  10/16/2016
Star - Belly  10/23/2016
The Bends - Radiohead  10/30/2016
Medusa - Annie Lennox  11/6/2016
XO - Elliott Smith  11/13/2016
Meat Puppets II - Meat Puppets  11/20/2016
violent femmes - violent femmes  11/27/2016
Tidal - Fiona Apple  12/4/2016
Concrete Blonde - Concrete Blonde  12/11/2016
We Three Kings - The Roches  12/18/2016
Holiday Songs and Lullabies - Shawn Colvin  12/25/2016
Marquee Moon - Television  1/1/2017
English Settlement - XTC  1/8/2017
Pelican West - Haircut One Hundred  1/15/2017
Weezer - Weezer  1/22/2017
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel  1/29/2017
Car Wheels On A Gravel Road - Lucinda Williams 2/5/2017
Indigo Girls - Indigo Girls  2/12/2017
The Very Best Of Aretha Franklin - Aretha Franklin  2/19/2017
All For You - Diana Krall  2/26/2017
Collective Soul - Collective Soul  3/5/2017
The Trinity Session - Cowboy Junkies  3/12/2017
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain - Pavement  3/19/2017
Tuesday Night Music Club - Sheryl Crow  3/26/2017
The Darklands - The Jesus and Mary Chain  4/2/2017
Tracy Chapman - Tracy Chapman  4/9/2017
You're Living All Over Me - Dinosaur Jr.  4/16/2017
Sea Change - Beck  4/23/2017
Auf der Maur - Melissa Auf der Maur  4/30/2017
The Ballad of the Broken Seas - Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan  5/7/2017
Contraband - Velvet Revolver  5/14/2017
Mermaid Avenue - Billy Bragg and Wilco  5/21/2017
Raising Sand - Robert Plant & Alison Krauss  5/28/2017
My Aim Is True - Elvis Costello  6/4/2017
You read all the way to the end!  Thank you very much for your attention to my father/daughter project.  Much love to you, and keep on listening.....
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champagneneen · 6 years
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December 9 - A Girl’s Best Friend … This is Aimee. Aimee has been my best friend for a little over 12 years now and was my service dog for just under 3. Aimee recently retired due to her age, but she is living at home with my mom and our other 2 dogs living the best life possible. Aimee was trained to help me when I had panic attacks. She was at school with me and helped me put my best foot forward every day. The dog in this photo is my best friend and always will be … We rescued Aimee a little over 12 years ago when she was around 1. Aimee had heart worm when we met her, but that didn’t stop me from falling in love with her and creating a bond that would soon grow impenetrable. Over the years Aimee had supported me through my ups and downs, but when I finally started receiving proper help for my mental illness we decided to get Aimee trained and certified to assist me at home and when I would go places. Aimee worked by my side for three years and helped me great so many amazing memories and for that I am forever grateful … If you see someone with a service dog, but can’t see a visible disability, think before you assume. Not all disabilities are visible or display the same. There are so many different reasons people have services animals and it can be very invalidating to those who do when you tell them that you don’t get why they would have one. Service animals play such an important role in so many different people’s lives. https://www.instagram.com/p/BrLeEhLHhSs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ovsc158rrpt6
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Saying goodbye to the goodest good cat
So, I started out this blog being like I’m going to try and post every other week! And I did, for the first two posts. 😅 
I could give a bunch of excuses about how busy I was, or that I was dealing with hard stuff, or that it was fucking hot in my apartment (really true, tho), but honestly those are all just reasons and if I’m being honest, I’ve been putting this off because I knew what my next post needed to be and I just didn’t want to write it yet. I feel ready now though! Kinda.   
My last post was all about how much I love my cat, Aimee. If you haven’t read it yet, I suggest you take a gander (here) for some context before reading this. If you don’t though, that’s cool I guess. Here’s my recap: Aimee was the most amazing cat ever who we adopted last year and changed our lives forever (now we’re cat people); also she got really sick and it’s been really hard.   
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I’m writing this now because we ended up saying goodbye to Aimee about a month after she first got sick. And it was literally the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do. I know that it was the right choice for her; she was suffering, the outcome did not look good, and she depended on us to make sure she lived a happy, healthy life. If her life was no longer happy or healthy, we had to think about what would bring her (and us, and all those who knew and loved her) peace. And that was by letting her go. 
This had been in the back of our minds since she first got sick and we thought it was cancer. When would this day come and how would we know it was the right decision? What would it be like and would she know what was coming or feel any pain?   
One day, after receiving a late night phone call from our vet surgeon telling us the test results came back and he basically had NO clue what was going on with her, we took her back to the vet to see yet another specialist (an Internal Medicine vet). After a thorough exam and review of her history to date, the prognosis we were given didn’t look great. We could continue with more testing (this meant more vet visits, needles, and surgeries) which would then let us know what treatment to put her on. But the treatment would be temporary and wouldn’t really improve her quality of life, just prolong it.   
I think Rowan and I both knew what we had to do in that moment, but I couldn’t bring myself to be the one to say it out loud. Thankfully Rowan took that step and said the words we were both dreading: “I think we should put her down”. I left the vet that day feeling an emptiness I’ve never felt before. It was the hardest day of my life, and holy shit am I grateful Rowan was there with me. Having a partner with you during hard times like that, someone you can cry with and then laugh with just moments later is such an amazing gift. I couldn’t imagine going through that without him, the big lug.   
Even through our grief and tears, we both felt this enormous love still. Aimee was gone, yes, but the love that she had opened up for us in our lives was (and is) still there and it didn’t leave with her. We both felt like we had this space now, to welcome more love like that in. And we did! We adopted two wonderful, adorable, loving, totally insane kittens (Chip & Frank!) and we’re so freaking excited to start out their lives with them.   
The last month of Aimee’s life was hard and sad, yet had some really beautiful moments as well. And if it taught me anything, it taught me how damn loving and compassionate people around me are. My friends, family, coworkers; thanks to all of you for being so freakin’ amazing. I couldn’t have gotten through any of this without that support 💕 
I still miss Aimee everyday and I think about her a lot. No pet will ever replace her, and I’m pretty sure none could ever be like her; and we’re so, so grateful that she came into our lives and opened up this whole new world of cat love for us.
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I Survived Flesh-Eating Bacteria—and It Changed My Life Forever
No need for the flu shot use The Hydrogen Peroxide Ear Treatment
This article originally appeared on Time.com. 
This essay is part of a TIME series on the growing effects of antimicrobial resistance: superbugs that may no longer be treated with standard-course antibiotics. In 2016, World Health Organization leaders called drug resistance a “major global threat” that’s estimated to kill 10 million people a year in 2050. Here is the remarkable story of Aimee Copeland, who lost her leg, foot and hands after acquiring a bacterial infection that couldn’t be cured with standard antibiotics alone.
Before my accident, I had big plans for the summer of 2012. Everything seemed to be going right: I had just finished my final exams (I was working on my master’s degree in psychology), I was in a relationship, and I had a job as a waitress at a local café in Carrollton, Georgia.
After finishing my shift on the afternoon of May 1, a coworker invited me and another friend to hang out at her home. It was a warm, sunny day, and there was a beautiful creek in her backyard. We put on our swimsuits and started wading in the water. Soon enough, we stumbled across an old, homemade zip line. I’ve always been adventurous, so I was thrilled to try it. All of us went across the zip line once with no problems. But on my second try, I heard a loud snap. The zip line broke, and I was hurled to the sharp rocks below. I got a nasty gash on my left leg and had to go to the hospital, where I was given 22 staples to close the wound.
If only that was the worst of it.
RELATED: I Got Run Over by a Truck—Literally. Here’s What I Learned From Almost Dying
A few days after the injury, I knew something wasn’t right. Even though I was given antibiotics, my leg didn’t seem to be responding or getting better. Instead, the pain in my leg felt like it was moving to different parts of my body, which didn’t make sense. Then one morning, I woke up and discovered my entire left leg looked like it was rotting. I couldn’t speak, and I felt like I was dying. What happened next remains a blur.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors eventually diagnosed me with necrotizing fasciitis—also known as flesh-eating bacteria—a bacterial infection that was destroying my tissue. The infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics. If doctors didn’t act fast, the bacteria would kill me quickly.
I was airlifted to a hospital in Augusta, and upon arriving, doctors told my parents that my organs were starting to fail. They asked for their permission to amputate my left leg and some of my abdomen to stop the bacteria from spreading to other parts of my body. I don’t remember much from this initial surgery since I was on life support, going in and out of consciousness. My parents said that every time I woke up, I would ask them where I was and how I got there. Each time I would react like it was the first time they were telling me. It was traumatizing for all of us.
The first thing I solidly remember from the ordeal happened a few days after losing my leg. My dad sat next to me in the hospital room, gently took my hands into his own and held them up so I could see them. My hands were dark purple and black and looked unrecognizable. Drugs I was taking, called vasopressors, had tightened my blood vessels and raised my blood pressure to keep adequate blood flow to my organs. But as a consequence, my hands and feet lost blood, and my risk for infection was high.
“Aimee, these hands are not healthy,” my dad explained. “They are hampering your progress. The doctors want to amputate them and your foot today to assure your best possible chance of survival.”
RELATED: What You Should Know About Meningitis, the Deadly Infection That Killed a Man in California
It was really hard to hear, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live. If my hands could hurt the rest of my body, then take them off. “Let’s do this,” I told my parents.
During the surgeries I was given a lot of painkillers, so everything felt hazy. It wasn’t until the medication wore off and I started physical therapy a few weeks later that I truly began to grieve the loss of my limbs. As I was learning to feed myself, brush my teeth and get dressed with no hands, it dawned on me that this was going to affect the rest of my life. But I was determined to move forward, and thanks to a supportive community around me, I pushed through the pain. I attended a 51-day rehabilitation program at the Shepherd Center in Atlanta, where I worked to rebuild my strength. It felt like boot camp. I spent hours learning how to get in and out of my wheelchair, and eventually I was fitted with prosthetics. Soon enough I was baking brownies and making jewelry.
My experience, and my positive outlook, gained a lot of media attention. I’m glad my story was inspiring, but I worry that people think I was happy-go-lucky the entire time. I cried a lot and went through a really dark period. My self-esteem was shot. I was going through withdrawal from all the painkillers I stopped taking, and my boyfriend and I broke up. The trauma of what we both experienced was just too much. I felt like I lost my best friend.
But these traumas, both physical and emotional, did not hold me back. When physical therapy was over, I finished school and obtained my master’s in psychology like I had always planned. After that, I got my social work license. I began interning at the Shepherd Center—the same rehab center where I was initially treated—and helped other people cope with injuries similar to my own.
RELATED: New Study Links Gut Bacteria and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Just a couple months ago, I began my first private practice job at Heartwork Counseling Center, where I now work as a psychotherapist. It’s extremely rewarding, and I think I have the best job in the whole world. In January, I started a non-profit called the Aimee Copeland Foundation, and my goal is to create a nature park that’s accessible to people with disabilities. Even before my accident, I wanted to use nature as a therapy. I remember lying in my hospital bed thinking, I can’t take people on hikes anymore without legs. That’s why I want to create a space that I and others can use to garden, hike and meditate.
Of course, not everything is easy. I still see a therapist regularly, and getting back into the dating game was hard to say the least. I did meet someone special though, and we’ve been together for two years now. Having a partner that loves me has helped heal my self-esteem.
People want to feel sorry for me, but I have an awesome life. I’ve learned to be grateful for the pain because it has helped me grow. I completely trust in the universe now. So much has been taken away from me. What do I have to fear?
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I Survived Flesh-Eating Bacteria—and It Changed My Life Forever
No need for the flu shot use The Hydrogen Peroxide Ear Treatment
This article originally appeared on Time.com. 
This essay is part of a TIME series on the growing effects of antimicrobial resistance: superbugs that may no longer be treated with standard-course antibiotics. In 2016, World Health Organization leaders called drug resistance a “major global threat” that’s estimated to kill 10 million people a year in 2050. Here is the remarkable story of Aimee Copeland, who lost her leg, foot and hands after acquiring a bacterial infection that couldn’t be cured with standard antibiotics alone.
Before my accident, I had big plans for the summer of 2012. Everything seemed to be going right: I had just finished my final exams (I was working on my master’s degree in psychology), I was in a relationship, and I had a job as a waitress at a local café in Carrollton, Georgia.
After finishing my shift on the afternoon of May 1, a coworker invited me and another friend to hang out at her home. It was a warm, sunny day, and there was a beautiful creek in her backyard. We put on our swimsuits and started wading in the water. Soon enough, we stumbled across an old, homemade zip line. I’ve always been adventurous, so I was thrilled to try it. All of us went across the zip line once with no problems. But on my second try, I heard a loud snap. The zip line broke, and I was hurled to the sharp rocks below. I got a nasty gash on my left leg and had to go to the hospital, where I was given 22 staples to close the wound.
If only that was the worst of it.
RELATED: I Got Run Over by a Truck—Literally. Here’s What I Learned From Almost Dying
A few days after the injury, I knew something wasn’t right. Even though I was given antibiotics, my leg didn’t seem to be responding or getting better. Instead, the pain in my leg felt like it was moving to different parts of my body, which didn’t make sense. Then one morning, I woke up and discovered my entire left leg looked like it was rotting. I couldn’t speak, and I felt like I was dying. What happened next remains a blur.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors eventually diagnosed me with necrotizing fasciitis—also known as flesh-eating bacteria—a bacterial infection that was destroying my tissue. The infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics. If doctors didn’t act fast, the bacteria would kill me quickly.
I was airlifted to a hospital in Augusta, and upon arriving, doctors told my parents that my organs were starting to fail. They asked for their permission to amputate my left leg and some of my abdomen to stop the bacteria from spreading to other parts of my body. I don’t remember much from this initial surgery since I was on life support, going in and out of consciousness. My parents said that every time I woke up, I would ask them where I was and how I got there. Each time I would react like it was the first time they were telling me. It was traumatizing for all of us.
The first thing I solidly remember from the ordeal happened a few days after losing my leg. My dad sat next to me in the hospital room, gently took my hands into his own and held them up so I could see them. My hands were dark purple and black and looked unrecognizable. Drugs I was taking, called vasopressors, had tightened my blood vessels and raised my blood pressure to keep adequate blood flow to my organs. But as a consequence, my hands and feet lost blood, and my risk for infection was high.
“Aimee, these hands are not healthy,” my dad explained. “They are hampering your progress. The doctors want to amputate them and your foot today to assure your best possible chance of survival.”
RELATED: What You Should Know About Meningitis, the Deadly Infection That Killed a Man in California
It was really hard to hear, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live. If my hands could hurt the rest of my body, then take them off. “Let’s do this,” I told my parents.
During the surgeries I was given a lot of painkillers, so everything felt hazy. It wasn’t until the medication wore off and I started physical therapy a few weeks later that I truly began to grieve the loss of my limbs. As I was learning to feed myself, brush my teeth and get dressed with no hands, it dawned on me that this was going to affect the rest of my life. But I was determined to move forward, and thanks to a supportive community around me, I pushed through the pain. I attended a 51-day rehabilitation program at the Shepherd Center in Atlanta, where I worked to rebuild my strength. It felt like boot camp. I spent hours learning how to get in and out of my wheelchair, and eventually I was fitted with prosthetics. Soon enough I was baking brownies and making jewelry.
My experience, and my positive outlook, gained a lot of media attention. I’m glad my story was inspiring, but I worry that people think I was happy-go-lucky the entire time. I cried a lot and went through a really dark period. My self-esteem was shot. I was going through withdrawal from all the painkillers I stopped taking, and my boyfriend and I broke up. The trauma of what we both experienced was just too much. I felt like I lost my best friend.
But these traumas, both physical and emotional, did not hold me back. When physical therapy was over, I finished school and obtained my master’s in psychology like I had always planned. After that, I got my social work license. I began interning at the Shepherd Center—the same rehab center where I was initially treated—and helped other people cope with injuries similar to my own.
RELATED: New Study Links Gut Bacteria and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Just a couple months ago, I began my first private practice job at Heartwork Counseling Center, where I now work as a psychotherapist. It’s extremely rewarding, and I think I have the best job in the whole world. In January, I started a non-profit called the Aimee Copeland Foundation, and my goal is to create a nature park that’s accessible to people with disabilities. Even before my accident, I wanted to use nature as a therapy. I remember lying in my hospital bed thinking, I can’t take people on hikes anymore without legs. That’s why I want to create a space that I and others can use to garden, hike and meditate.
Of course, not everything is easy. I still see a therapist regularly, and getting back into the dating game was hard to say the least. I did meet someone special though, and we’ve been together for two years now. Having a partner that loves me has helped heal my self-esteem.
People want to feel sorry for me, but I have an awesome life. I’ve learned to be grateful for the pain because it has helped me grow. I completely trust in the universe now. So much has been taken away from me. What do I have to fear?
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I Survived Flesh-Eating Bacteria—and It Changed My Life Forever
This article originally appeared on Time.com. 
This essay is part of a TIME series on the growing effects of antimicrobial resistance: superbugs that may no longer be treated with standard-course antibiotics. In 2016, World Health Organization leaders called drug resistance a “major global threat” that’s estimated to kill 10 million people a year in 2050. Here is the remarkable story of Aimee Copeland, who lost her leg, foot and hands after acquiring a bacterial infection that couldn’t be cured with standard antibiotics alone.
Before my accident, I had big plans for the summer of 2012. Everything seemed to be going right: I had just finished my final exams (I was working on my master’s degree in psychology), I was in a relationship, and I had a job as a waitress at a local café in Carrollton, Georgia.
After finishing my shift on the afternoon of May 1, a coworker invited me and another friend to hang out at her home. It was a warm, sunny day, and there was a beautiful creek in her backyard. We put on our swimsuits and started wading in the water. Soon enough, we stumbled across an old, homemade zip line. I’ve always been adventurous, so I was thrilled to try it. All of us went across the zip line once with no problems. But on my second try, I heard a loud snap. The zip line broke, and I was hurled to the sharp rocks below. I got a nasty gash on my left leg and had to go to the hospital, where I was given 22 staples to close the wound.
If only that was the worst of it.
RELATED: I Got Run Over by a Truck—Literally. Here’s What I Learned From Almost Dying
A few days after the injury, I knew something wasn’t right. Even though I was given antibiotics, my leg didn’t seem to be responding or getting better. Instead, the pain in my leg felt like it was moving to different parts of my body, which didn’t make sense. Then one morning, I woke up and discovered my entire left leg looked like it was rotting. I couldn’t speak, and I felt like I was dying. What happened next remains a blur.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors eventually diagnosed me with necrotizing fasciitis—also known as flesh-eating bacteria—a bacterial infection that was destroying my tissue. The infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics. If doctors didn’t act fast, the bacteria would kill me quickly.
I was airlifted to a hospital in Augusta, and upon arriving, doctors told my parents that my organs were starting to fail. They asked for their permission to amputate my left leg and some of my abdomen to stop the bacteria from spreading to other parts of my body. I don’t remember much from this initial surgery since I was on life support, going in and out of consciousness. My parents said that every time I woke up, I would ask them where I was and how I got there. Each time I would react like it was the first time they were telling me. It was traumatizing for all of us.
The first thing I solidly remember from the ordeal happened a few days after losing my leg. My dad sat next to me in the hospital room, gently took my hands into his own and held them up so I could see them. My hands were dark purple and black and looked unrecognizable. Drugs I was taking, called vasopressors, had tightened my blood vessels and raised my blood pressure to keep adequate blood flow to my organs. But as a consequence, my hands and feet lost blood, and my risk for infection was high.
“Aimee, these hands are not healthy,” my dad explained. “They are hampering your progress. The doctors want to amputate them and your foot today to assure your best possible chance of survival.”
RELATED: What You Should Know About Meningitis, the Deadly Infection That Killed a Man in California
It was really hard to hear, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live. If my hands could hurt the rest of my body, then take them off. “Let’s do this,” I told my parents.
During the surgeries I was given a lot of painkillers, so everything felt hazy. It wasn’t until the medication wore off and I started physical therapy a few weeks later that I truly began to grieve the loss of my limbs. As I was learning to feed myself, brush my teeth and get dressed with no hands, it dawned on me that this was going to affect the rest of my life. But I was determined to move forward, and thanks to a supportive community around me, I pushed through the pain. I attended a 51-day rehabilitation program at the Shepherd Center in Atlanta, where I worked to rebuild my strength. It felt like boot camp. I spent hours learning how to get in and out of my wheelchair, and eventually I was fitted with prosthetics. Soon enough I was baking brownies and making jewelry.
My experience, and my positive outlook, gained a lot of media attention. I’m glad my story was inspiring, but I worry that people think I was happy-go-lucky the entire time. I cried a lot and went through a really dark period. My self-esteem was shot. I was going through withdrawal from all the painkillers I stopped taking, and my boyfriend and I broke up. The trauma of what we both experienced was just too much. I felt like I lost my best friend.
But these traumas, both physical and emotional, did not hold me back. When physical therapy was over, I finished school and obtained my master’s in psychology like I had always planned. After that, I got my social work license. I began interning at the Shepherd Center—the same rehab center where I was initially treated—and helped other people cope with injuries similar to my own.
RELATED: New Study Links Gut Bacteria and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Just a couple months ago, I began my first private practice job at Heartwork Counseling Center, where I now work as a psychotherapist. It’s extremely rewarding, and I think I have the best job in the whole world. In January, I started a non-profit called the Aimee Copeland Foundation, and my goal is to create a nature park that’s accessible to people with disabilities. Even before my accident, I wanted to use nature as a therapy. I remember lying in my hospital bed thinking, I can’t take people on hikes anymore without legs. That’s why I want to create a space that I and others can use to garden, hike and meditate.
Of course, not everything is easy. I still see a therapist regularly, and getting back into the dating game was hard to say the least. I did meet someone special though, and we’ve been together for two years now. Having a partner that loves me has helped heal my self-esteem.
People want to feel sorry for me, but I have an awesome life. I’ve learned to be grateful for the pain because it has helped me grow. I completely trust in the universe now. So much has been taken away from me. What do I have to fear?
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I Survived Flesh-Eating Bacteria—and It Changed My Life Forever
This article originally appeared on Time.com. 
This essay is part of a TIME series on the growing effects of antimicrobial resistance: superbugs that may no longer be treated with standard-course antibiotics. In 2016, World Health Organization leaders called drug resistance a “major global threat” that’s estimated to kill 10 million people a year in 2050. Here is the remarkable story of Aimee Copeland, who lost her leg, foot and hands after acquiring a bacterial infection that couldn’t be cured with standard antibiotics alone.
Before my accident, I had big plans for the summer of 2012. Everything seemed to be going right: I had just finished my final exams (I was working on my master’s degree in psychology), I was in a relationship, and I had a job as a waitress at a local café in Carrollton, Georgia.
After finishing my shift on the afternoon of May 1, a coworker invited me and another friend to hang out at her home. It was a warm, sunny day, and there was a beautiful creek in her backyard. We put on our swimsuits and started wading in the water. Soon enough, we stumbled across an old, homemade zip line. I’ve always been adventurous, so I was thrilled to try it. All of us went across the zip line once with no problems. But on my second try, I heard a loud snap. The zip line broke, and I was hurled to the sharp rocks below. I got a nasty gash on my left leg and had to go to the hospital, where I was given 22 staples to close the wound.
If only that was the worst of it.
RELATED: I Got Run Over by a Truck—Literally. Here’s What I Learned From Almost Dying
A few days after the injury, I knew something wasn’t right. Even though I was given antibiotics, my leg didn’t seem to be responding or getting better. Instead, the pain in my leg felt like it was moving to different parts of my body, which didn’t make sense. Then one morning, I woke up and discovered my entire left leg looked like it was rotting. I couldn’t speak, and I felt like I was dying. What happened next remains a blur.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors eventually diagnosed me with necrotizing fasciitis—also known as flesh-eating bacteria—a bacterial infection that was destroying my tissue. The infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics. If doctors didn’t act fast, the bacteria would kill me quickly.
I was airlifted to a hospital in Augusta, and upon arriving, doctors told my parents that my organs were starting to fail. They asked for their permission to amputate my left leg and some of my abdomen to stop the bacteria from spreading to other parts of my body. I don’t remember much from this initial surgery since I was on life support, going in and out of consciousness. My parents said that every time I woke up, I would ask them where I was and how I got there. Each time I would react like it was the first time they were telling me. It was traumatizing for all of us.
The first thing I solidly remember from the ordeal happened a few days after losing my leg. My dad sat next to me in the hospital room, gently took my hands into his own and held them up so I could see them. My hands were dark purple and black and looked unrecognizable. Drugs I was taking, called vasopressors, had tightened my blood vessels and raised my blood pressure to keep adequate blood flow to my organs. But as a consequence, my hands and feet lost blood, and my risk for infection was high.
“Aimee, these hands are not healthy,” my dad explained. “They are hampering your progress. The doctors want to amputate them and your foot today to assure your best possible chance of survival.”
RELATED: What You Should Know About Meningitis, the Deadly Infection That Killed a Man in California
It was really hard to hear, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live. If my hands could hurt the rest of my body, then take them off. “Let’s do this,” I told my parents.
During the surgeries I was given a lot of painkillers, so everything felt hazy. It wasn’t until the medication wore off and I started physical therapy a few weeks later that I truly began to grieve the loss of my limbs. As I was learning to feed myself, brush my teeth and get dressed with no hands, it dawned on me that this was going to affect the rest of my life. But I was determined to move forward, and thanks to a supportive community around me, I pushed through the pain. I attended a 51-day rehabilitation program at the Shepherd Center in Atlanta, where I worked to rebuild my strength. It felt like boot camp. I spent hours learning how to get in and out of my wheelchair, and eventually I was fitted with prosthetics. Soon enough I was baking brownies and making jewelry.
My experience, and my positive outlook, gained a lot of media attention. I’m glad my story was inspiring, but I worry that people think I was happy-go-lucky the entire time. I cried a lot and went through a really dark period. My self-esteem was shot. I was going through withdrawal from all the painkillers I stopped taking, and my boyfriend and I broke up. The trauma of what we both experienced was just too much. I felt like I lost my best friend.
But these traumas, both physical and emotional, did not hold me back. When physical therapy was over, I finished school and obtained my master’s in psychology like I had always planned. After that, I got my social work license. I began interning at the Shepherd Center—the same rehab center where I was initially treated—and helped other people cope with injuries similar to my own.
RELATED: New Study Links Gut Bacteria and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Just a couple months ago, I began my first private practice job at Heartwork Counseling Center, where I now work as a psychotherapist. It’s extremely rewarding, and I think I have the best job in the whole world. In January, I started a non-profit called the Aimee Copeland Foundation, and my goal is to create a nature park that’s accessible to people with disabilities. Even before my accident, I wanted to use nature as a therapy. I remember lying in my hospital bed thinking, I can’t take people on hikes anymore without legs. That’s why I want to create a space that I and others can use to garden, hike and meditate.
Of course, not everything is easy. I still see a therapist regularly, and getting back into the dating game was hard to say the least. I did meet someone special though, and we’ve been together for two years now. Having a partner that loves me has helped heal my self-esteem.
People want to feel sorry for me, but I have an awesome life. I’ve learned to be grateful for the pain because it has helped me grow. I completely trust in the universe now. So much has been taken away from me. What do I have to fear?
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I Survived Flesh-Eating Bacteria—and It Changed My Life Forever
This article originally appeared on Time.com. 
This essay is part of a TIME series on the growing effects of antimicrobial resistance: superbugs that may no longer be treated with standard-course antibiotics. In 2016, World Health Organization leaders called drug resistance a “major global threat” that’s estimated to kill 10 million people a year in 2050. Here is the remarkable story of Aimee Copeland, who lost her leg, foot and hands after acquiring a bacterial infection that couldn’t be cured with standard antibiotics alone.
Before my accident, I had big plans for the summer of 2012. Everything seemed to be going right: I had just finished my final exams (I was working on my master’s degree in psychology), I was in a relationship, and I had a job as a waitress at a local café in Carrollton, Georgia.
After finishing my shift on the afternoon of May 1, a coworker invited me and another friend to hang out at her home. It was a warm, sunny day, and there was a beautiful creek in her backyard. We put on our swimsuits and started wading in the water. Soon enough, we stumbled across an old, homemade zip line. I’ve always been adventurous, so I was thrilled to try it. All of us went across the zip line once with no problems. But on my second try, I heard a loud snap. The zip line broke, and I was hurled to the sharp rocks below. I got a nasty gash on my left leg and had to go to the hospital, where I was given 22 staples to close the wound.
If only that was the worst of it.
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A few days after the injury, I knew something wasn’t right. Even though I was given antibiotics, my leg didn’t seem to be responding or getting better. Instead, the pain in my leg felt like it was moving to different parts of my body, which didn’t make sense. Then one morning, I woke up and discovered my entire left leg looked like it was rotting. I couldn’t speak, and I felt like I was dying. What happened next remains a blur.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors eventually diagnosed me with necrotizing fasciitis—also known as flesh-eating bacteria—a bacterial infection that was destroying my tissue. The infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics. If doctors didn’t act fast, the bacteria would kill me quickly.
I was airlifted to a hospital in Augusta, and upon arriving, doctors told my parents that my organs were starting to fail. They asked for their permission to amputate my left leg and some of my abdomen to stop the bacteria from spreading to other parts of my body. I don’t remember much from this initial surgery since I was on life support, going in and out of consciousness. My parents said that every time I woke up, I would ask them where I was and how I got there. Each time I would react like it was the first time they were telling me. It was traumatizing for all of us.
The first thing I solidly remember from the ordeal happened a few days after losing my leg. My dad sat next to me in the hospital room, gently took my hands into his own and held them up so I could see them. My hands were dark purple and black and looked unrecognizable. Drugs I was taking, called vasopressors, had tightened my blood vessels and raised my blood pressure to keep adequate blood flow to my organs. But as a consequence, my hands and feet lost blood, and my risk for infection was high.
“Aimee, these hands are not healthy,” my dad explained. “They are hampering your progress. The doctors want to amputate them and your foot today to assure your best possible chance of survival.”
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It was really hard to hear, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live. If my hands could hurt the rest of my body, then take them off. “Let’s do this,” I told my parents.
During the surgeries I was given a lot of painkillers, so everything felt hazy. It wasn’t until the medication wore off and I started physical therapy a few weeks later that I truly began to grieve the loss of my limbs. As I was learning to feed myself, brush my teeth and get dressed with no hands, it dawned on me that this was going to affect the rest of my life. But I was determined to move forward, and thanks to a supportive community around me, I pushed through the pain. I attended a 51-day rehabilitation program at the Shepherd Center in Atlanta, where I worked to rebuild my strength. It felt like boot camp. I spent hours learning how to get in and out of my wheelchair, and eventually I was fitted with prosthetics. Soon enough I was baking brownies and making jewelry.
My experience, and my positive outlook, gained a lot of media attention. I’m glad my story was inspiring, but I worry that people think I was happy-go-lucky the entire time. I cried a lot and went through a really dark period. My self-esteem was shot. I was going through withdrawal from all the painkillers I stopped taking, and my boyfriend and I broke up. The trauma of what we both experienced was just too much. I felt like I lost my best friend.
But these traumas, both physical and emotional, did not hold me back. When physical therapy was over, I finished school and obtained my master’s in psychology like I had always planned. After that, I got my social work license. I began interning at the Shepherd Center—the same rehab center where I was initially treated—and helped other people cope with injuries similar to my own.
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Just a couple months ago, I began my first private practice job at Heartwork Counseling Center, where I now work as a psychotherapist. It’s extremely rewarding, and I think I have the best job in the whole world. In January, I started a non-profit called the Aimee Copeland Foundation, and my goal is to create a nature park that’s accessible to people with disabilities. Even before my accident, I wanted to use nature as a therapy. I remember lying in my hospital bed thinking, I can’t take people on hikes anymore without legs. That’s why I want to create a space that I and others can use to garden, hike and meditate.
Of course, not everything is easy. I still see a therapist regularly, and getting back into the dating game was hard to say the least. I did meet someone special though, and we’ve been together for two years now. Having a partner that loves me has helped heal my self-esteem.
People want to feel sorry for me, but I have an awesome life. I’ve learned to be grateful for the pain because it has helped me grow. I completely trust in the universe now. So much has been taken away from me. What do I have to fear?
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My Favorite Sister
                                                                                                   feb. 16th, 2017
 Heyy Babe!  It’s your birthday you’re getting so old!  You’re not wrinkly yet so don’t worry too much about it.  I’ve been writing a lot lately and I’ve really been enjoying it. I’m much better at explaining my feelings in writing than in speaking.  Of course there are a million and one other things I could be doing, know like school work or finding a job to pay my terrifying college tuition but it’s okay.  So here it goes, this is going to be one of the things I continuously add to because I always think of more important things to say.  You are so important to me and I want it to be perfect.
I think a sister is someone that you can look up to.  And as you both grow older, they become a best friend. The love between sisters is so indescribable.  People without these connections don’t understand it, when I talk about you people ask me how I know you.  They think were just friends.  I wish I could come up with some other way to explain to you how much you mean to me. I love you more than any quote could ever describe.  But I hope this letter will show you a little too.
 So you’re 23!  I think a lot about time and how scary it is that we are all growing up.  You are 23 now and Jack is 26!  I’m not even calling Jack Bubba anymore, that makes me very uncomfortable but we all have to move on sometime.  I think you may always be Sissy; it just feels right.  I went 700 miles away to college, Jack moved out of the house and bought his own.  And a dog! Like what!?  You’re going to school and we are all just continuing our lives as if age isn’t the most horrifying thing in the world.
I still remember us when we were little at the shore house all playing whiffleball and riding horses together at Artemis Farms.  I remember your basketball games and sitting at horse shows playing pretend with Alexa in the Hummer because we weren’t old enough to show. But you were.  And I remember always looking up to you, I wanted to be everything that my big sister was.  You were my favorite person in the world.  Yeah, of course we fought like crazy and-I swore to god-I hated you most days. But when you were nice to me or let me hang out with you and your friends in your room, I felt like the coolest kid ever.  I remember your dark eyeliner-MySpace phase with your side bangs and low cut shirts. I went through that phase too except I didn’t know how to use makeup, especially eyeliner and I was never as pretty as you.  Ever. I still think you are so beautiful, today people ask me all the time if we are twins and that seriously means so much to me.  It’s fucking awesome that I get to look like my big sister.  I remember wanting so badly to be closer in age to Jack like you were.  I wanted Jack and his friends to treat me the way they treated you, they treated you like a person and loved having you around.  They took you out to parties and truck things I was so jealous I never got that really until this past year.  I am so grateful for it though because I’ve seen how it has shaped you and how it’s going to shape me.  
           Something I love most about our family is that most of us aren’t blood.  They are friends that spend more time in our garage than they do at home.  I am forever grateful that you and Jack gave that to me.  I have so many brothers I look up to and love so much.  I love everything that you have introduced me to.  When we get to ride together it means the world to me, it may not always be the most exhilarating thing but I’m with my sister, enjoying nature and spending time with some beautiful animals.  Horses, are another thing I would not have if it wasn’t for you.  I want to do more trail rides, I love being out in the woods exploring with you, it’s always an adventure and something we remember forever.  I want to explore new places and ride on the beach and oh my god- I can’t wait to start barrel racing again.  I know I’m not good but I love it so much and I love being on Rio I think it’s so much fun for him to get to use his sharp turns.  I can’t wait to run in fun shows with games like pole bending and baton passing and I can’t wait to go to your races for the weekend and help out with Chloe. I love spending hot nights in the small, sweaty trailer.  I know how hard you work at everything and that’s a quality I want to have too.  You’re up every day to feed the horses and clean stalls and you’re out at night to spend time and to feed them again, there is no break or vacation with these animals.  You ride almost every day or every other day and you are so dedicated to the sport. You love the animals so much and I get so much enjoyment out of seeing that too.  I love watching you and Chloe fuck shit up at every show, race, and everything else you participate in, you might not always be first, but people remember you.  
Something else that I always wished I was, was badass.  You are a badass bitch Sissy, you really are.  People don’t mess with you and you don’t take shit from anyone.  That’s so admirable.  And it’s not at all because you think you’re better than anyone.  You are just so good at what you do, it comes so naturally.  I consider you the best rider I’ve ever seen. I know I’ve not seen much but you rode English and taught yourself Western and then you taught me.  You were a better a trainer than Aimee ever was.  So many of my friends used to tell me it must be so cool having a sister and it really is.  I am forever appreciative that Mommy had you first.  I think it’s so special to be able to have a sister and a brother to look up to as huge influences in life.  I’m telling you, I would not be being doing the things I’m doing today if it wasn’t for the way I grew up with siblings.  The horses made me love agriculture and animals, Jack and his friends, trucks and riding created my love of the outdoors.  
I think since we have grown up and become more mature, we have grown closer. I am so grateful for the fact that my sister is my best friend and that we talk and text every day.  A lot of people don’t have that; Amanda has an older sister but they don’t talk.  I couldn’t imagine that.  We talk about things now that we never have and that is something I think we both have been missing.  You have so much strength, I think you and Jack took it all and I got none of it in my genes honestly.  You have been and will be going through one of the hardest things in your life right now. I can’t even fathom how your hold yourself together, you are so strong and brave even though you face every day with the pain of loss.  And I will never understand why Sissy, no one deserves what happened to Morgan.  I would not wish this on anyone, your pain is incomprehensible.  Morgan was the love of your life, and you were so happy and so was he.  So young and had so much ahead of the two of you together and I am forever so incredibly sorry that this has happened.  There is no explanation and no fucking reason why. I don’t want to make this letter a sad one.  I bring up Morgan because he was and is a huge part of your life.  He was everything you deserved in a man.  He gave you what you needed, he endlessly made you laugh, loved your dogs so much, bought you Dunkin, took you on adventures, and most of all he loved you more than anything in the world.  As a sister, I was so happy you were finally happy like you deserved.  At the time I did not really appreciate this but I see it now, and I know you guys loved more than anyone I have ever seen.  You guys really knew love.  Throughout life you will come across a lot of men that you could fall in love with, and I think you will.  You deserve to be happy and have a good life filled with love and your own family if that’s what you want.  Morgan knows you deserve the world, and since he can no longer give it to you, he wants you to find someone who can.  
I’ve been searching for the perfect birthday gift.  I have been struggling to find the right thing because it needs to be perfect.  What do you give to the sister who has been there for you in your rough times when she has her own stuff going on?  You are my best friend and you have been there for me every day like no one else ever has.  It’s crazy to think that the distance has brought us closer together. And every day I think about how much I miss you and how excited I am to see you next break. I love Clemson.  I love it so much, I have been given the opportunity of a life time and I can’t even explain how grateful I am.  Mommy and Daddy want us to have the best and that’s why Clemson was even an option.  With that being said, as much as I wanted to come home and stay, I will take this opportunity.  And you have been the one to support me all the way through it, you have made it easier to get here.  It means the world when you visit, I had the time of my life partying and exploring with you.  I cannot wait for the summer when we hang out all the time and do all the normal stuff you’ve been doing without me.  I have so many plans for when I’m home for three months.  I think even Jack is excited.  
I have been going on and on and I’m sorry.  I know I always write so much but I don’t want to leave anything out.  What I’ve been trying to get at is that I would die for you Sissy, I would do anything for you to be happy.  I love you more than anything and I have thought a lot about that.  I ask myself who else would I die for, even kill for?  You and maybe Jack.  If it was a good day, one of those days when he’s really nice to me.  I have had a lot of “best friends”.  Friend Jack, Emma, Maggie, Francesca, Mandie.  But they all come and go and come back again and we lose touch then we see each other.  But you have always stayed by my side.  I feel like I have wasted my whole life not being this close to you.  I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder. But I wish we were this close before I went away.  
My crazy doctor (Kevin) here at Clemson tells me that when I feel anxious I need to distract myself.  Like when I try and go to the dining hall and there’s too many people that I feel like I need to leave, I should listen to music or something.  I have been feeling anxious like this a lot recently.  I guess just since coming to school here.  But anyway, I asked him if it would be okay to talk on the phone, because I thought about how comforting it might be to talk to you and get food and not worry about what other people think.  A lot of the time when I call you I am at the dining hall. Kevin told me this tactic is okay for a little while but I soon have to try some new things to tackle my anxiety otherwise I will never get over it.  I can’t get used to you being free to talk every time I go to the dining hall, it’s not reasonable.  But talking to you was the first thing I thought of when he said I needed to be distracted. I think that’s what sisters are for. They are your first line of defense, they are there are no matter what and I hope I am that to you too.  A lifelong friend to do anything and everything with, to hold you when you’re sad.  To be there for you through the good times and the bad.  Someone to call when you’re drunk at a party crying over a stupid boy, someone to text when you’re in self-destruct mode.  Someone that you can’t thank enough and someone you can’t even begin to thank your mother for.  
Most importantly, I want you to know that I love you so so much.  I can’t even tell you.  When I call mommy and ask about you she knows that she has created the greatest bond.  She never had a sister so she doesn’t know the exact kind of love but she sees it. She knows we have that love.  And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  And as we both grow up and move on and move out, just know I’ll always be here, I’ll always be your rock Sissy.  I love you lots.
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