Fortunately/Unfortunately

I will be posting this quick update in the format of the fortunately/unfortunately assignment I had in the third grade.

I wish I was writing on here more, but, unfortunately, my current circumstances just do not permit it at the moment. You will likely see this often. Sometimes I will post very frequently, even multiple times a day. Sometimes you will just get a quick update once a month. My life is very unpredictable, and therefor, so my blogging will be.

Fortunately, though, my tweeting has increased. My father has actually asked me to spend some of my mother's cell phone minutes because she has so many roll-overs. So, if you have a twitter account, feel free to subscribe. My username is AlexaMikaela.

UnfortunatelyI am currently home sick with a urinary tract infection and some other unknown illness. It is behaving very much like a flare-up, but it is impossible to tell without bloodwork which I am not scheduled to have for another month. On top of the school issues, UTI, "flare up", and everything else, I am also having my period smack-dab in the middle of it, and I think I've broken my left pinkie toe.

Fortunately, despite the fact that I am failing math, on a recent state-required mathmatics test, I scored at a tenth grade level, although I am in the eighth grade and have had very off-and-on instruction for the last four years. I also scored at a tenth grade level in the state-required language arts test.

Unfortunately, we have gotten nowhere with the school. My psychologist wants us to hire a lawyer, if that tells you anything.

Fortunately, the bout of contact dermatitis I mentioned in a recent tweet has cleared.

Unfortunately, I am still having the sleep problems, but fortunately, my sleep apnea test is scheduled for next month. And of course, I wrote this post!

I hope all is well in your lives and you haven't become too annoyed with the sporadic updating.
Alexandra

I'm Alive // Don't Forget My Gold

I know a good portion of my readers have either been in the world of, or know someone who was in, the world of the public school system, 504s & EIPs. Well, to answer the question of "what's going on?", that is what's going on. While having a D in one class, I'm being reccomended for the gifted program. I know what I'm doing, I just don't have the time or health to do it. We're working on a plan, but in the meantime, I'm stuck and miserable.

To catch things up, I'll probably post some journal entries from my diary in the near future so you know what's been happening.

In the meantime, here's a ranting of mine regarding National Pediatric Cancer Awareness Month and it's competition, National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Another September has past, the second National Pediatric Cancer Awareness Day gone by. It isn't even October and the pink ribbons are everywhere. But where was my gold ribbon? Where was the symbol of hope for my precious babies? It was nowhere. The Isaac Lieser Foundation has been working so hard to try to get the word out since their little boy was diagnosed, and since their little boy went to Heaven to be with our Good Lord. They've sent countless letters and emails, spent days on the phone, trying to get people with power to do something. It needn't be anything big, just a little gold ribbon and a url, or a sticker saying "September 13th is National Childhood Cancer Awareness Day". But they keep getting "no"s.

Pink ribbons are great, don't get me wrong. I love pink ribbons and have quite a few of my own. But, please, don't forget about my gold ribbon. Don't forget about all the little ones, scared and in pain, fighting through chemo, radiation, surgeries, spinal taps, scans, blood draws, and everything else that you likely cringe at the thought of. Cringe at the thought of it happening to an adult. These are children. Even if you have no children of your own, surely that hurts your heart?

Please, don't forget about my gold ribbon.

We were at the park by Rio Rancho High School, praying and hiding under a thin, dripping blanket being pelted by hail, unable to get away because of my wheels being stuck in the grass. Less than a half mile away four individuals, including four children, were struck by lightning. I saw the flash, heard the noise, then saw and heard the ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars file in. It was all very frightening. We tried to get away when we heard the thunder, but it did no good. Apparently that is what happened to the victims.

As for the seven injured, little is known besides the vague information from the news and the rumors that passed through while everyone was trying to get to their cars after the weather calmed a bit. To my understanding all the children are doing well, but no information on the adults is available, presumably because they are not fairing as well as the children. Please keep them all in your prayers.

Edit- According to the Albuquerque Journal website, an adult male and female are in the hospital for presumed cardiac arrest, one other is having an issue with their leg, and the four children seem to be fine but are being evaluated. According to KOAT Action 7 News, two of the adults were undergoing CPR when they arrived, and indeed, all children are expected to be just fine, praise God! Thank you for saving the children! Click here to view KOAT's news report on their website.

14 years ago today...

...I took my first breath.

I'm kind of down about it. There are different markers in our lives. There are the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, and then there are the moments and experiences. I am trapped in stereotypes. I know I have had enough experiences for a lifetime, yet still I don't feel like I could possibly be 14 because of all the stereotypical experiences for a girl my age by being ill and wheelchair bound. You know, like hanging out with friends at the mall and such.

It frustrates me to no end because I have been so blessed, and yet I am still feeling so ungrateful. I don't want to be ungrateful. I have been given so much that I do not deserve, and yet I sit here pondering what it would have been like to do even more. God forgive me!

And even worse, if I were not ill I probably (almost certainly) would not want to be at the mall spending money on useless things, or watching sexual PG-13 movies, or having a "boyfriend" (believe me, many if not most children my age have been "dating" since the 5th grade, which I think is absolutely ridiculous) anyways, yet I feel like I couldn't possibly be 14 without those things.

Have ages always been so stereotyped?

I'd much rather still be 13. You see, 13 is a little more than 12, but 14 is seen as a little less than 15. And I can't even think about that.

To answer the question as to where I've been and why I've not been blogging, I have been immersing myself in art, photography, and poetry, doing quite a lot of poetry writing myself, along with practicing for a choir performance at Church on Sunday. This is a song which I have never heard before, so it's taking more practice than it normally would to learn, and thus longer to practice. My family tells me I'm doing well, so that's good.

Here are the links to a few of my recently written poems and short stories:
~Jayna, Connor, and the Mindless Minions (prose, short story, fiction)
~Gasping for Lost Times (poetry, open)
~At the Amusement Park (rhyme)
~Cottonwood Summers (poetry, open, memories)
~Sticks, Stones, and Pinches (prose, short, non-fiction/memories)