Thank God.

Right now we’re contemplating ourselves as tubes and there’s something about nuclear bombs, and we’re not actually coming to a conclusion…cause it’s all subjective. This is exactly how every class since January has been. One paper to go and I never have to do this again.

I’ve had the hiccups consistently for two years now and it’s scaring the heck outta me. I have a running list on my phone of remedies we’ve tried…water, being scared, a shot of sugar (which is harder than it sounds, btw), nerve relaxing drugs, breathing deeply…nothing helps. 

I finally saw a neurologist for it last Wednesday and that succeeded in scheduling a MRI and scaring me reallllly badly…that doctor dropped some potential bombs with the calmest, most unsympathetic tone of voice ever. He will not have my vote for best bedside manner. I had the MRI this last week to try to figure out what’s going on in there and to rule out brain problems. I’ll find out on Wednesday…in the meantime, lots of prayer that I’m okay and that this is solely an annoying, albeit “cute” (so I’m told), quirk.

mylifeasahistorymajor:

For reals.

Whenever I stop to ponder what God has done for me and all that He has shown, provided, and given this last year to me, I can’t stop smiling. He is so good! Last week when I looked at my prayer requests from my 19th birthday, it was all I could do to not start crying…all of them were either answered or in progress. I am so excited to see how He’ll come through this year, how prayers will be answered, and to learn what He has in store.  

Tonight as I was filling out the scholarship applications, I came to a section asking what year you would be in the fall, with credit qualifications next to each year. Instead of knowing or remembering that I’ll be a junior in the fall, I decided that I should figure out what I will be by adding up all the credits I’ve taken so far…which, duh, gave me the same answer- I’ll still be a junior.