Getting old

I am falling apart before my time. I am only twenty-four years old - I shouldn't be to that point yet!

This twenty-fourth year of my life, I have had sinus infections, developed asthma, and now I just found out I am anemic and something is wrong with my cardiovascular system. I had taken a blood test last week at work and today the nurse alerted me that I need to speak to my doctor immediately about the results. Fortunately, I had already scheduled an appointment for this afternoon, so she is going to fax my blood results so that I can discuss them with my doctor.

I have now been coughing for ten months and it is getting a little old. What is wrong with me?! The doctor seriously needs to figure it out. I annoy everyone around me with my constant hacking and of course, they assume I am germ-ridden and inch their chairs further and further from me as I continue to cough up a lung.

I guess this means I need to eat spinach every day now because I don't like raisins and beets and other such "iron-rich food."

Hopefully when I go today, the doctor will have a sudden epiphany with the help of my blood test results and put the pieces of the puzzle together. Not that I know what is going on with my rapidly deteriorating physique.

Enough about my health - how depressing!

I am very sad that I am reading the last book in the Narnia series. I want it to go on and on! I missed out on these books as a child, but I have thoroughly enjoyed them as an adult. And I like picking out the allegories which I may not have been able to do in my youth. Although, this particular one is making me angry with the false Aslan giving orders to kill the sacred trees and enslave the talking animals. (It's only fiction, Rebecca).

But in a way. . . it's not. People are daily lead astray by the seduction of false gods and leaders that present the way off the narrow path. I guess that's what makes it so sad and frustrating. The truth is presented so obviously, but Satan twists things just a little to lead us astray, as it happened in the garden.

The zoo was so much fun. Katie, the educator, read every little snippet of information, so we came out well-informed. We were engaged to go to an Indian Nite at five o'clock, so at about four-fifteen, we started power-walking to the extreme through the rest of the zoo. We went the absolute wrong way to the primate house, but it was all right because we saw the whole rest of the zoo that we hadn't been to yet that day.

After India Nite, we drove down to the arch and the Mississippi riverfront to walk around a little bit. It was so cold! And poor Brandon wasn't feeling very well, so the three of us didn't last very long. We ended up watching the Johnny Cash movie huddled on the couch.

Yesterday, after morning service, Katie and I head to the Science Center where we spent two hours playing with all the learning toys and science experiments. I must say, we had a good time. Once again, we were engaged to be at evening service at five-thirty (I had to play my flute), so at about five-oh-five, we began power-walking to and subsequently power-driving to our destination. (I am serious about the power-driving. I realized I was not supposed to go as fast as I could anymore, so I had to slow down.)

I am having so much fun with my sis. I can't wait until Wednesday and Thursday when I get off early. . .