And there goes the hair.

I started this entry yesterday, but I never finished. And now, it has a new title. That's right, this morning I woke up with a bald spot and a dead rat. Ok...not really a rat. It was a clump of hair. But that's fine, because it's f*&%ing painfull. You should all remember this from the first ...and second time my hair fell out. It hurts. Like tiny little needles puncturing your scalp. So this morning I dug out a scarf and wrapped up my head. And if the pain keeps up, I will probably get rid of the rest of it tonight.

On to other news.

Guess who's graduating.

ME.

That's right. I have finished my masters in Education. I will be graduating this semester. This doesn't mean I have my certification though. That is still waiting on the two CLEPS. I'm not quite sure when I will take those.

As of last post, we were waiting on my crash. Dr. Ahmed said it was coming, Denise said it was coming, everyone said it was coming. And maybe it did, but I missed it. On monday I left a period early from school to make it down to Westchester for an anticipated transfusion. Which never happened because my counts were already on the rise.

Want to know my secret for bringing up my counts?

It's easy. Plan a ridiculously busy weekend and then never sleep. Doesn't make sense, does it?

But that's what happened. We had the concert on Saturday. I got up at 8:30, had a nice leasurely breakfast and then Erica and I started to memorize our handbell parts. (That's right, we still had not memorized them. )
Then I worked on some of the music, ran through my solo once and tried not to panic. By 3:30 I was at rehearsal and on my feet for the rest of the day. (OK,...so I sat down once during the concert.)
Then, after the concert, I helped Erica chop up some fruit. (Two pineapples, some Kiwi) Why were we chopping up fruit? Was it just some mad post concert jonesing? Nope. Our nephews confirmation was this Sunday and Erica was to bring a fruit platter for dessert.
I then typed up a quick little talk for church in the morning. I had been asked to say a few words about what it is like working with the youth of Grace. I got up after 6 hours of sleep and spoke at early service. Had a brief sunday school class, and then sang with the choir for late service while Zach and Caitlin (cousin) were confirmed. Not a solo, I sang with the choir.
Then we had a party. I was going to help set up, stay for all of the appropriate photos, then go home for a nap,...but no, Carol insisted that all stay and dance. (There was a DJ. Young...but good)
And then I went to work on Monday. In fact, I have been to work this entire week. It's been working out well so far. I'm learning Italian by being the Italian sub. They review for their final, and I get to learn Italian.
OK, I have to get ready for class, but before I run, you should see the funny hahas that Erica posted. For those of you who haven't seen me recently, I have a giant scar from my biopsy. So Erica sent this.

Top 10 Ways to Respond To Nosy Questions About Scars
10. Never go to Mother's Tattoo Parlor when you're high.
9. You think that's bad, you should see the exit wound.
8. I self-mutilate. Don't you?
7. Those damn flesh-eating bacteria are spreading, slowly but surely.
6. That's where the government put the chip to track my movements.
5. It's the only way to smuggle drugs these days.
4. What scar? What are you talking about? Oh my God! That's HUGE!
3. I had to sell organs to get off the street.
2. I should have listened when Mom said not to scratch that mosquito bite.
1. That's where my Siamese twin was attached.

All right folks...that's all for today.
-Elizabeth