Sunday, February 28, 2010

Adventures in the ER...

The past month or so I haven't been feeling 100%. No, let me be honest...I haven't felt 100% for MONTHS now. The last time I went to the doctor she mentioned I was stressed, my heart rate was elevated too amongst other things. I said I'd calm down and relax. And I tried.

The past week I've been getting extra anxious. I finally call the new doctor's office and get an appointment for Wednesday. On Wed, I hoped my happy ass on the bus and rode for two hours to see the doctor, only to get off at the wrong stop and have to walk a mile down to the office. I get there and I am tired and pissed. I walked through a field, so my jeans and shoes were covered in mud and water. I pay my little co-pay and go in the office. The nurse checks me out and is shocked at my heart rate. This is bad. The doctor hooks me up to an EKG and as I lay there I get scared. Suppose this is a heart attack? My pulse starts racing and the doctor tells me calm down. I am shaking. Moments later she tells me my EKG is fine. I have no heart problems, except this minor t wave thing that indicates a potassium deficiency. I ask her point blank "Am I going to die? Can we fix it?"

"It's curable. You are fine but I am sending you to the ER."

10 minutes later, the ambulance arrives and I am swooped away. Along the way I hit up a few people. I feel extra stupid. I just got on one of my good friends about his health. "You are no good to anyone sick...if you need insurance or help, I have connects..." just a rack of things. Oh the irony.

In the ER, another EKG and a heart monitor are placed on. She finds the same thing. So they stick me about 6 times for blood due to my small veins. An hour later, the blood work is back and I am fine. No problems at all. Okay so this is odd right...go pee in a cup. 20 minutes later...oh you are dehydrated and "are you anorexic?" WTH lady? Oh well we found ketones in your urine which means diabetes or anorexic (malnourishment), and you do NOT have diabetes. For 30 minutes we talk about this whole eating thing, and I am super tired and I want to sleep but they think I am sick.

I get 2 IVs baggies of liquid. After the first one, my heart rate drops considerably. That was the problem. I get another one and I am feeling extra better. I am starving at this point.

They keep me a bit longer. I get released with the advice "eat more, drink more water, and relax. you are too stressed out." My mother takes me to eat, and I pick at the food. I eat less than half and then I feel bad, like am I unconsciously not eating? I start drinking water like it's going out of style when I get home.

This experience scared the shit out of me. I never thought that I'd end up in the hospital for something like "dehydration" or "exhaustion". I always laughed at people who had those type of problems. The irony of the situation is that is now me.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The "Different World" Effect

Last month TV-One started airing "A Different World" and I was ecstatic. I remember when this show first started, I was 7 years old and (somewhat) convinced that I was going to become a hair dresser when I got older. I had quite a few barbies and Cabbage patch dolls whose hair I would "fix" every Saturday. I would wash their hair, put in sponge rollers and mouse, and put them beside the "dryer" (which was really the heater in my bedroom behind my bed). All of my dolls had curly styles, I liked big curly hair!

When the show first started I was somewhat amazed. Black people in college? I mean, I wasn't stupid but come on. "Where dey do that?" I was not a fan of "Cosby show" because I didn't know any one like the Cosbys and they seemed like uppity negros to me. My favorite show as "Good Times" and mainly because they were poor and I was poor and it just seemed right. Despite not like Cosby and hating Rudy for having all that hair, I watched A Different World. Yes, I decided this. I have to admit, I didn't know what was going on. I just knew there was a lot of black people in college. Later I found out they went to a black school...a black school? AN HBCU! What? Hold on, you mean to tell me that black people founded their own colleges and universities?

I didn't truly get into the show until a few seasons later when I could fully comprehend what was going on, but I knew that I loved Whitley from the beginning. We had so much in common...she was who I wanted to be. She was lightskinned, with long pretty hair, fierce clothes and the best part...she was from Richmond (like me!!!). She was my hero. While all the other girls at school talked about Denise and Julissa, and hated on Whitley, I was secretly in love with her. So I decided then that I had to go to college and I was going to be just like Whitley.

In my room I'd put a towel on my head and I talked "extra" southern. I pretended to have a side kick like Millie, and swore that I'd have no man in "boudoir". I was going to have to learn French. Whitley spoke French and I love her. That bought me a little closer to my goal. And Whitley was mean...she is the OG of snark. She went in on everyone. I watched the show until the end. By then, I was 13 and I wanted to "help people". The original goal was to go to a black college and become a doctor. Oh how time changes things...

My life was a roller coaster from 1994-1998. The year I graduated from high school, I was no longer concerned with college, and sometimes I wish I had stayed in those cosmetology classes.  My counselor convinced me to apply to a few schools, so I applied to 3. Two of those schools were HBCUs. I got accepted to all 3. Offered partial scholarships to 2 of them. It was okay tho, I had been saving money for college since I was 14.  I found  out a few weeks later that all of the money I had saved was gone (long story...) and I cried all night. I didn't have any money in the bank and no way to pay for college. I just KNEW it was too good to be true.

A few days later, I got a call from Morgan State. They wanted to give me a full scholarship: room, board, books and meals. I wouldn't have to pay for anything. My hands were shaking and I accepted. I got off the phone and cried again. This was a blessing. God is good.

I can't begin to describe what it was like for me at Morgan. It was truly "A Different World" and I was glad to be a part of it. It wasn't like the show, but it was close enough. I met some of my best friends there, I fell in love with a man there, I fought in the middle of a club there, and I got drunk at a Kappa party there. I didn't want to be Whitley anymore...I was happy being Stephanie. My life was it's own show.

And I was glad I was the star.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


What is Lent?
Lent is the 40 leading up to Resurrection Sunday where followers of Christ take time to pray, fast, repent, and reflect. I hate the term "Easter" because there is nothing Christian about Easter (and truth be told, I think that added to my termination at my former job. I told them Easter was Pagan. Note to others: Do not talk about religion at work. Ever. ). Lent is technically 46 days but Sundays do not count because they are "mini Easters".

Lent in America starts on Ash Wednesday which is (today)  February 17 this year. Passover Friday (the day that it is believed Yeshua died) is on April 3 and Resurrection Sunday is on April 5.

Last year for Lent I gave up Myspace. I was surprised at how easy it was. Myspace fell off a while ago and I was holding on to it like a child holds on to a raggedy teddy bear. Surprisingly after Lent was over, I logged on and was like not impressed. Now I probably log on once or twice a month because I do some work over there. Other than that, I am not interested at all.

This year I decided I need to challenge myself. I want to do the whole soda thing but honestly, that never works. The past few weeks I have been sick of meat. I go through phases when meat is no longer appealing or appetizing to me. However, I have not mastered the art of using vitamins and balancing my diet so that I won't go into anemic shock so for now, that's out. My best friend Pam and I are doing this "No Shopping" Challenge which lasts until March, but we will probably extend that for another month or so. I want to plan a nice trip to a beach for later in the year so that should be motivation to save more money.

I was debating back and forth and Pam tells me to give up one meat. And I am thinking about my elevated blood pressure (last I checked 125/90 which is pre-hypertension) and my high ass cholesterol (198 last time I checked, so it's getting lower) and figure that's probably for the best. I decided to give up Pork.

Pork chops is literally my favorite meal. I am in love with bacon. And any given day you can catch me smashing a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and chili. But this isn't suppose to be easy. I love you pork but I love me more. So for my health and my faith, peace.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Saturday, February 13, 2010

"We Are the World" version 2.0

Last night, "We Are the World" premiered and what can I say?
I actually watched the video/listened to the song about 5 times or so. The first time I heard it I was like WTF is going on here? I don't know where to begin...let me just list the atrocities:

1. Justin Beiber opens the song. (he can sing but really...)
2. Miley Cyrus literally YELLS the first part of the second verse
3. Jamie Foxx decided that since Ray Charles couldn't physically be there, he would go ahead and sing for him.
4. Janet Jackson. Did she even sing or was she just lip-synching her brothers part...and why did she have her own totally separate scene? Was she even there?
5. The rap break down
6. The auto toning
7. Wyclef changing "Haiti" with a silent H at the end
8. Tony Bennett doesn't even TRY to sing...I know he's a legend but dude literally just read his words off the page like he was doing a screen test)

The list could go on and on and on...but I digress. There was some shining moments in the song:

1. Pink...I liked her little part
2. Jennifer Hudson can sing!
3. Adam Levine...just because I really like Maroon 5.
4. Wyclef's Haitian singing on the first chorus.

That list doesn't go on.
Honestly it wasn't horrible. It was just like a shock. As soon as the rap came on, I had to run it back like "who the fuck..." and despite what I and several others think, that song will be #1 on Itunes if it's not already.
In case you missed it...

Text YELE to 501501 to donate $5
Text HAITI to 501501 to donate $10

Thursday, February 11, 2010

My Dream Honeymoon!

A few years ago I had the pleasure of visiting Barbados. Barbados is interesting because it's an island that was completely formed by limestone coral rock. And its beautiful. The last time I went it was, unfortunately, for a funeral so I didn't truly get to enjoy the country side. I am always saying I will go back so when (if) I get married, this would be my dream honeymoon.

This time, I'd stay at resort near the ocean side. The ocean there is clear blue. I would jet ski for a couple of hours, then do a little parasailing. Top the day off with a chicken roti and the Bajan version of 7-Up. Most of my day would probably be spent lounging by the pool, getting tan, and drinking Bahama Mamas. But I would love to take in some of the sites that I didn't get to previously see.

Anywho...I am not getting married soon. But these couples are:

So go vote for them so they can win their dream wedding/honeymoon.

"I have been hired by Warner Bros WB Word division to raise awareness for Essence's Will You Marry Me? contest."

Why I use to love Ashanti...

Ashanti first came on the scene in 2001 or so. I clearly remember when her album dropped. My girls and I had went to Miami for the first year of Bet's Spring Bling (don't judge me...) and I was a senior in college. Matter of fact, we took a mini van to Miami. We rolled deep. At first I was hating Ashanti hard ("that chick can't sing for shit..." and "her album is only $7 at Target so it CAN'T be good") but then we managed to get several "promotional copies" of Ashanti's album. The day we left Miami my homegirl Bubbles popped the album in and we listened from start to finish.

That joint was fire. I don't care what no one says. Ashanti can write a song and whatever it is she does, she does well. I was not a big fan of "Foolish" at first...but when this joint came on...I was like "run that joint back B..."

So Ashanti...I salute you. Your first two albums were dope to me.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Sunday Mornings...

This is what it looks like outside of my house:

Beautiful right? I slightly feel sad for the trees because the snow and ice is so heavy that the trees along the side of the building have broken. Those branches you see hanging down are usually way out of reach.

I love Sundays because it's such a lazy day. Monday through Friday I am working. Saturday I am doing errands and the like. Sunday is the only day I really get to chill but it's short lived because I know the next day is Monday and I will once again be at work. Last night I had a dream I got in a fight with a guy who grabbed my butt on the bus. Random but not really. The last time my ass got grabbed by a random guy I punched the shit out of him in the middle of the club. Then he got kicked out of the club.