Unacceptable!

I find all of this sickness to be completely unacceptable at this point. I had to make a third trip to Urgent Care today. Ex rays, a breathing test and another steroid shot later, I am now on two inhalers and pain medication. Unacceptable! The fact that I can't breath right is even more unacceptable. And if I can be honest, a little scary. It is not a great feeling to feel like no matter what you do you can't get enough air. And if I can be even more honest, what's wrong with me? I have been prayed over several times. I believe in healing. I have been healed before. What makes this time different? Frustrated-that is my word for the day.

ADD

Patti..... as my bestest best friend I know you will appreciate this blog. I am suffering from a bout of ADD today. I do this sometimes. Patti knows better than anyone about these sudden attacks that I have. I am not sure what brings them on. But I will have days where all my thoughts try to rush out of my head at the same time. Patti is usually on the receiving end of these kind of ramblings. We will be in the car, off on some grand adventure, and I will change the subject five times in one breath or ask several questions without giving room for an answer. Then I will look over and she will be staring at me like I am a little crazy. Then we both laugh and say it's going to be one of those kind of days. Patti I know you are smiling right now while you are reading this.

Today, I had several names for my blog: Take a deep breath, Burning the candle at both ends, My grandpa is the best man I have ever known ,& Family-not just something your born into. So, you can see why I chose the title I did. I think maybe this current bout of craziness is due to the fact that I have been in the house for the last three days. Being this sick is really unacceptable. Today is the first day I can take a deep breath without coughing my lungs up. We go along everyday breathing, we don't have to think about it our body just does it without thinking. Well let me tell you, you think a lot about it when you can't do it very well. It truly is an awful feeling not being able to catch your breath. Anyway, I am feeling much better today. Thank you God for making me stop and rest so I could heal. The whole experience has made me think of all the times over the last several weeks when my friends have told me I was doing to much. Burning the candle at both ends does not get you anywhere except exhausted quickly. I think I may go take a nap. I will save the other two blog titles for another day.

Hope everyone is doing well.

What's in a name?

Why would I name my blog Miss P.? I know some of you are snickering. It's ok. Everyday when I enter thru the doors of the school where I teach I can't help but let a smile spread across my face. You see everyday I am greeted with things like, "What's up Miss P.?" or "Miss P. I am so glad your here I have a story I want to tell you." If you had told me on my graduation day that I would live my life as Miss P. I probably would have laughed at you. How did I become Miss P? Well, it's easy, you see my first year of teaching I had a middle school class of almost all boys. Enough said. Anyone who has spent any time with a large group of middle school boys knows that from the first moment it left one boys lips there was no turning back. Now I guess I could have been a stick in the mud kind of teacher and made them call me Miss Paterni, but I knew from the moment it was said it was not poking fun, it was a term of endearment. Now there have been other names that have come along, Miss Paturkey or Miss Pepperchili, but I prefer Miss P. I am that teacher...you know the one that wears jeans every chance she gets, and wears her converse even with nice black pants. My shoelaces are checkered in the schools colors. I take the time to listen to kids stories. I notice when they are not doing well and ask if there is a way I can help. I don't have a problem with correcting them by my standards instead of the standards of this world. I love these kids even when they seem unlovable. God has given me such a heart for them it hurts. I tell them how much I care about them especially when they say I don't. I laugh sometimes at the humor of God. He set me to work in a mission field that I hated while I was growing up. I thought school was the worst place on earth. Now I can't imagine being anywhere else. I don't know how well I am going to do at this blogging thing. I am not much of a writer but I thought I would give it a try.