Pre-New Moon Movie, on Bella

So far I have only had post about Hashi's and the other part of this blog is SENIOR YR, which sadly/happily involves Stephanie Myers' Twilight Saga. Here comes the sadly, I am a devoted fan of, I am Team Jacob, (because stalkers aren't as hot as they seem), I have the first movie, and multiple posters of Taylor Launtner in my room. I read, watch, love Twilight, because who wouldn't want eternal life especially with Hasi's and it would be great if a immortal man could save me from it, but sadly I would pick living life instead of watching it. This post is my pre-movie-post. When I see the movie, after all of the tweens are done screaming at Jacob's shirtless-god-like chest, I will post a second blog.

Even though I prefer much more interesting vampire/werewolf stories like Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Patricia Brigg's Mercy Thompson series I still put Twilight on my list of favorites. Yes it is a story for squealing tweens who don't know that vampires can't go into your room without you letting them. Or the fact that werewolves are 'moon called' and the shape shifters that Myers created shouldn't have been called werewolves in the first place.
I hope that this movie gives me what I want, an hour and thirty minutes away from tests, sonograms, soy-free, and gluten-low life. I wish the Bella was more of a well - feminist, because at 18 you should be attached to one guy no-matter how broody or sparkly. I wish that Bella could save herself like so many of us thyroid patients already do. Even Buffy manages to kill her vampire (yes Spike this one counts for you) and saves the world doing it.

I have problems with the books because the changed the meaning of sexy vampire to abstinence-only vampire. Because werewolves howl at the moon. Because vampires sizzle in the sun. Because stalkers are creepy. Because werewolves are HOT-not literally. And because every girl needs to learn to save themselves.

Homecoming-Last 6 weeks- Am I forgeting something?

So just as any other teenager, in the public or maybe (i'm not sure about this) private schools I've been waiting for Homecoming Week, were you paint your face and try to scream as much as posible. Sprit week is not for the faint of heart, it is for those who have engough courage to dye their hair blue and be covered head to toe in a mum- that they will wear all of one day, maybe at the football game. but they are sure pretty. Hoping for engouh energy to get thought next weeks fun filled activies like, Pajama day and Hero day, not only becuase of how much school sprit seeps thought the pors of the underclassmen, while you can almost see the waves of radiation off of the senior class, because -tear- "it's our last homecoming!" tear.

Not to mention the bad timing of this, the last week of the grading marked, I'm already sturgling to keep a float of my everyday classes now i have to finish this marking period, with a good avearge, a awesome dress and date, all while trying to keep my levels from sky-rocketing or falling into the deepths of hell, in other words my room, which has yet to have been cleaned up. Yeah!! I really am exicted!

What makes me different?

I live with my mom and step-dad and brother
I have two step siblings who I am close to
My family is more than who I live with
I am living with disease
I have overcome loneliness
I have weakness
I have strength
I don’t know if I want to go to college
I don’t know why I became diseased
I don’t know what happens next
I feel like I’m holding on to a piece of fishing wire
I feel nothing
I feel everything
I want to make a difference
I want to help others like me
I want more than what my body will give me
I want peace
I want time
I want to feel
I want to live
I want to be free
I want more
I can breathe
I can write
I can read
I can love
I can hope
I can be free of this disease
I am more than a disease
I am more than a teenager
I am more than my life I have started
I deserve respect
I deserve to be healthy
I deserve to know what is going on
I deserve to know what is life going to be like
I deserve love

The Maddi and THY show!

Hello ALL!!!! This one I don't know what to right about, I'm in a fog at this point. SOOO, This week on the Maddi and Thy Show, Maddi try's to trick thyriod but fails again and again. But may be next week she will think more about not eating candy...I said maybe don't get your panties in a twist. So thoughts for the road, do people act mean even when you don't have a illness? And can your thyriod levels effect your dreams?

I've learned that good friends keep me calm and I am very thankful to those friends who can handle thyriod me. And that is what is important to find those friends who understand or try to at least. I'm glad to have met all of them, and hope they can handle me the rest of the year cuz it's going to be a hard one.

Lots of Love,
Maddi

75%

Have you ever felt like everyone around you is trying to help you, or figure you out like they are going to be the one to save you. That they out of all of the others are going to finally help you. Or like your sitting down on the middle of a floor with thousands of people around you but you are all alone in your room.
Have you ever had your body go from frezzing to Death Valley in 10 seconds flat? Like you can't stop from crying, or yelling, or just plain mean? Cuz I was just wondering how many of you out there are feeling 75% everyday.

First Day of School!

Why am I reminded of Finding Nemo's ever so encoraging excitment about the frist day of school? Am I just as excited? Or am I more scared that ever? I think it's because we both have non changing aliments, which are parnets never seem to get that doesn't mean we are done living! And this year is my journey to Sydney, away to prove, that I'll be okay, that I can make it even though I'm not 100 percent.
I bought Living well with autoimmune disease by Mary J. Shomon, I started it a couple days ago, haven't made my mind about it yet.
Tomorrow I start Senior Year, and we really get to the juciy blogg stuff about thyirods.

see ya there!

Taking away my sight too.

Most women who have thyroid disease are misdiagnosed multiple times. I on the other hand had only one symptom a goiter until my doctor found it in a routine physical. Soon after that I noticed in my old middle school photo's my throat was enlarged, the nasty thing had been with me for years. I had always been the over dramatic one, the sentimental one, I was always too up or too down. That's what I feel like now that I have two gears fast and stopped never in the middle nor a nice jogging pace one or the other (not to mention but right now I'm crashing).
I love to sing, to sing at the top of my lungs and dance around my room, now sometimes my voice is so horse I can barley talk and my body so tired I can't lift my head up. But some how all of these terrific women on Dear Thyroid get though it. So why can't I seem to be as strong as them. I haven't really gain weight, my hair is still as thick as can be, and until recently I could read size 50 font from across a room.
One thing that we learn as thyroid victims is to be strong, because most of us are just waiting and looking. I have learned so much from these women and I would like to thank them. For bringing my sight back, my eyes maybe losing focus, but I can see everything as clear as day. And I don't have it as bad as most, but I have it and I will never forget that.
Thank you again Dear Thyroid writers, I'm listening.