Ah, the Airport.

So, hello, and here I am sitting in the airport next to my boyfriend. We got to the check-in at 8:10 a.m., and our flight leaves at 8:45 a.m. However, because we got there 40 minutes till the flight left and not 45 minutes before the flight left, we had to get booked to the next flight. This new flight leaves at 12:15 in the afternoon, and now instead of arriving in New Jersey at 4:38 p.m., we are now arriving at a little past 8 o'clock in the evening. Oh my. So, again, i say, here I am sitting in the airport next to my boyfriend, and I am people watching. Not creeper style, just people watching. It's so interesting to watch people and their habits. All the old ladies are eating a cinnabon (of course with a fork AND a knife!), blonde little things with their HUGE Tiffany's wedding rings and their iPhones, muscular guy having a cup of fruit...wait, WHAT? There is a tiny woman next to this muscular guy who is eating a burrito the size of Texas, and this man is eating a cup of fruit. What is wrong with this picture I ask of you? Those of you who are reading this, I am asking you this rhetorical question.

I love flying. LOVE it. The way taking off and landing tickles my stomach (yeah, I'm five), being in the air, just being up there. I feel amazing when I fly. It's open space to think, dream, and of course sleep! Really, though, what else can you do in the air but actually dream and evaluate yourself? Dream of things you never usually let yourself dream, it's quite freeing to be in the air. Anywhere is possible, and of course it is taking you someplace new or back to some place familiar. Or if you're going back to someplace that is suffocating, the air is a reprieve, a break, somewhere calm for you to take a break from it all and think how to approach the situation down on the ground.

Maybe I'm just rambling because I have a blog and I can, but I want to believe that this isn't the case. I want to believe that I'm typing these words because somewhere, someone out there will read this and it will affect them in some way, that I won't ever know about. Can you hear me?

I'm over the serious moment now. Anyways, moral of the story is airports suck, people act seem to act so differently in the airport (maybe because they are just being themselves and not putting on their daily facade for once, they're being normal), and I get serious in airports. What are your thoughts? Am I speaking crazy-talk, or does someone agree with me? It's weird that I'm talking to people I don't even know, or people that probably aren't even there. Ha, joke is on me I guess! Well, have a lovely day all and I will probably blog once again during this 4 hour wait. Look for me!

I'll be seeing you,

EMA

So I was thinking...

So I had this smart idea to blog, why? I am not quite sure just yet of the answer to that question. All I know is that I'm a 19 year old woman with lots of problems and a sarcastic sense of humor, who decided to bless you with both of these aforementioned items! Hooray! Isn't that exciting for you?

Well, I know that right now I am going through a rough phase. I was hurt in a cheer accident (yeah, cheer people, it has the highest rate of injury: even higher than football. Stick that in your juice box and suck it!) and my flyer (the girl in the air) came crashing down on me (the main base: I'm on bottom - and for all of you perverted minds out there, yeah, I thought that too, and I giggled a little before I typed it- anyways! The flyer came crashing down on me because the backspot (girl behind the whole stunt) pushed the flyer forward. Now for all you non-cheerleaders out there, that is a bad thing. You know usually you want to stay in the center of gravity in whatever you're doing on a day to day basis: walking, running, biking, and I'm guessing sex as well; however I digress. So Miss Flyer comes down, knees and elbows all raping my face and my face inside and out swelled up, and I couldn't talk. The next words that came out of my mouth were garbled and non-human. But, I'm very touchy and don't like people to try and comfort me when I'm hurt I just want to be left alone and deal with it.

So I continued with practice and got hit three more times in the same exact spot. Still couldn't talk. My mom picks me up 3 hours later, still couldn't talk. So, I get taken to the ER at 6:23 pm on September 13, 2006 and the circus ensues! Hypotheses flying! Fractured face, nerve damage, neck break/fracture, everything was a possibility. X-rays, Cat-scans, the works. Nothing could be found. So, neurologists, general doctors, dentists, facial/cranial doctors, everyone is working on me and throwing their 2 cents into the confusing medical cake batter options! Come to find, I have nerve damage in my face and head, and I have a blood vessel in the back of my head that isn't draining blood, as we found out through the numerous MRIs I had to have. I have all of these symptoms to this day, as well as a constant never-ending headache. I still have several doctors as well to this day. The thing that confused the doctors the most is that I couldn't talk. For 13 months of my life I couldn't talk, I turned 16 years old and couldn't talk.

After awhile, after physical therapy, two rounds of speech therapy, people started to think I was un pequeno loca en mi cabeza (a little crazy in my head). People started suggesting I see a therapist or a psychiatrist, etc. I refused because I knew that I wasn't faking. Everyone started to doubt me: even the people I was closest with, and I'm sure you all out there know how that feels. Anyways I started to get better, but then I got in a car accident 2 years ago that screwed me up again. I got better again.

Now 4 years later, still on meds, still have that constant headache, numbness on the right side of my face and tongue, and a bad necks and muscles around it, I was all good because I could talk. I just finished my first year of college, I've got a great job, and I have already found the love of my life (shut-up all you cynics! Don't judge). Yet, this past Friday, I got hurt again, and I am in so much pain, and my speech is, well, icky again. I am so frustrated.

Now why would you all care about this? I don't know. Some of you probably won't, but that doesn't matter. Why am I on here writing a blog at all? I don't know, that's what I'm here to find out. Maybe you guys will help me, maybe you won't, but I'm willing to take chances, go outside my comfort zone. Why? I'm kinky like that. Well, I guess this is all for today, since I kind of dump-truck unloaded on you guys (and when I say you guys, I mean the unfortunate few who will stumble across this blog I guess!) So, hope you like what you read, or at least find it interesting, and whatnot.

I'll be seeing you,

EMA