Surfing the Internet

I've spent a lot of today desperately trying to find where to get my H1N1 shot. In case you don't know, because I have cystic fibrosis I can not get the nasal vaccine. Mine has to be the shot - which is even more impossible to find than the nasal one.

I get distracted so easily - like I think it's time for me to go turn the baby so hopefully he will go back to sleep. I am babysitting.

Anyways, while I was looking for the H1N1 shot, I was also browsing the internet. Checking up on blogs I haven't read in awhile, facebook stalking people I haven't had contact with in way too long. Most of what I read was written by CF friends. People I don't know in person, but who I don't think I could live without.

We talk almost daily - at least leave little notes for each other on Facebook. I love these people. They give me suggestions on how to feel better, how to get through to my doctors, how to live my life. And I like to think that my little suggestions help them too.

I saw a trailer for a documentary about a girl with CF. It's called 65_RedRoses and follows her journey waiting for lungs and receiving them. It received numerous awards at a Canadian film festival, and I can't wait to see the film for myself. I have been reading her blog for a long time and I wish my blog could be more like hers. I wish I weren't too lazy to upload daily photos - of myself or other things. I tired it for awhile, and then my life got in the way.

I suppose it is a good thing when I blog less because it means I am out living my life. I tend to blog more when I am sick and stuck next to my computer. Currently, I am not sick *crosses fingers*.

I have been so healthy since, well, since my mother left my life. I have so much less stress and more joy. I have more joy staying at home and watching TV. I have more joy running errands and going to the grocery store. I have joy doing laundry and dishes. These were things I couldn't do physically or mentally (I'm actually not sure which), before my mother left. I think I spent so much energy trying to make my mother happy, I didn't know how to make myself happy. And now I'm happy - and much healthier.

And I think that's all I want to say for right now.

<3 Carla

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Princess Talana said…
65_RedRoses is AMAZING!
October 28, 2009 at 5:27 PM
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