When I opened up Blogger today, I was shocked that I haven't written a post since February. To say that I have been preoccupied with "other things" is an understatement. While there have been many great things that have happened this year, I have also hit quite a few speed bumps that knocked my entire system out of alignment. They say the challenges we face in life build character, but I am hoping I have enough character now and I can enjoy the remaining 118 days of this year.
Let's recap, shall we?
SCHOOL
First of all, you might have noticed that this blog is no longer The Seventh Year Senior. That is because the 7th year turned into the 8th year and the 8th year finally landed me a position that I LOVE and decided to be done with school for a while. I am quite confident that eventually I will return for a master's degree, but I think I picked a very appropriate time to take a break from research, papers, textbooks, journal articles, late night classes, and deadlines.
WORK
In January, I started working in Inpatient Behavioral Health as a Behavioral Health Specialist at Gundersen here in La Crosse. I have taken most of this year off from doing photography. I will have a total of four weddings by the year's end and then I will not be shooting weddings anymore. The idea of doing just child photography has appealed to me for quite some time and I've been slowly revamping everything to make the transition.
HEALTH
This is where life has become a little sticky. This year has not been the year of health and wellness for this girl. I've had five office visits, three visits to Express Care, one trip to Urgent Care, three ER visits, spent two nights in the hospital and went through 8 bags of fluids, had COUNTLESS blood draws, and, when added up, I've spent more than 4 weeks of this year in bed.
OTHER STUFF
I've been writing a memoir. I had originally set November 20th as the completion date, but I am extremely behind on the word count after losing almost two weeks in August due to illness. Every spare minute and every day off that I haven't been sick, I have been diligently writing. It's been an incredible, therapeutic, and emotional journey that is going to be quite an accomplishment when I finally reach the end. It just may take a little longer than I anticipated, but that's okay.
With the book being such an enormous undertaking, I have not only put photography on the back burner, but music as well. I did play a few gigs this year at one of my favorite venues - The Acoustic Cafe in Winona, Minnesota. When it comes to songwriting, I've been stuck in a writer's block rut for a LONG time. It's actually a sensitive subject, so let's not talk about it.
I've spent almost five hours of my day today sitting at Caribou Coffee bouncing back and forth between Facebook, my e-mail, and writing this blog. It is probably time for me to go do something productive. Like, nap maybe?
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
ER: Nosebleed #9
When I look at my blogger tracker thing, almost 90% of my traffic on this blog comes to my blog post about going to the ER to have stitches removed. There is something intriguing about the emergency room, isn't there? I used to watch Trauma: Life in the ER all the time. It's one of those things that is more fun to watch on television than experience for yourself, though.
So, a few days ago the nosebleeds started. Here's the rundown:
Monday: Two nosebleeds. No big deal. Welcome to winter.
Tuesday:
4:47 PM - Dear Professor____, I am in the library with a nosebleed and I'll be late for class.
5:25 PM - (To Prof, again) Okay, I'm leaving the library to go get more Kleenex out of my truck because the stuff in the bathroom is sandpaper.
6:45 PM - There appears to have been an autopsy performed in my truck. I won't be making it to class tonight.
7:10 PM - Nosebleed stopped in the hospital parking lot.
Wednesday:
Three not-so-bad bleeds throughout the day. Twenty minutes before class, I had gone through two pocket packs of Kleenex and sat through an entire 3 hour lecture feeling pretty wiped out.
And then we come to Valentine's Day 2013.
I left work a little early and went and roamed around Barnes & Noble for a while. Walked the mall a bit and bought a tea from Gloria Jean's! (I love her!) My tiny little weekly planner hasn't been working anymore between two classes, two jobs, and now booking photography again. After the mall, I went to Office Max and bought a new (full size) planner. The plan was to park my ass on the couch, organize my schedule, and watch Downton Abbey until my head exploded or I started talking with an accent - whichever came first.
4:32 PM -- I had just finished filling in the new planner and started checking e-mail when I noticed my white laptop was turning red. That's where the Valentine's Day massacre begins.
I did what I've been told to do and pinched my nose for fifteen minutes. It slowed down, but as soon as I stood up, it started again - full force. At 5:30, I called the nurse hotline and she politely told me to get my ass to the Urgent Care. I did consider giving her the "Well, I've been in college for 8 years, so I'm practically a doctor" speech, but if I am practically a doctor, I would have had this stopped four days ago! And, by this point, not only was the bleeding unstoppable, I had the shakes. It wasn't until I was in the truck and on the way to the hospital that I realized how bad this looks - nosebleed and shaking - I looked like a druggie and I'm a behavioral health worker. AWESOME.
By the time I parked, I didn't even care anymore. I had my hands full of bloody Kleenex and walking into the hospital, not one person offered to help. That's okay because I wouldn't have taken it anyway, but if you aren't going to offer help - don't stare.
The girls at the desk took my name and birthdate and had me sit down right away without going through all of the stuff they normally go through. Within a minute or two, the nurse came around the corner.
"Are you Melissa?" She asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Nope -- it's not the actress!!!" She said loudly to let the other nurse know.
I had to laugh. How disappointing to see "Melissa McCarthy" pop up on your patient list only to find it's the other one. She wasted no time and was taking me back for vitals. I just learned how to do that and I kind of wanted to do it myself, but I had one hand completely tied up with Kleenex duty, so I sat quietly.
And, after that - we bypassed the Urgent Care department and went straight to the ER. All I kept thinking was, "Melissa -- nothing good is going to come out of this." And, I was pretty much right on the money with that.
When you go into the ER with blood draining out of your nose and report that this has been a daily occurrence, the 72 minute waiting time on the website apparently does not apply to you. I was put in an (awfully uncomfortable) exam chair. The nurse was doing something and talking, but I was not paying attention until she said, "I've never had a nosebleed in my entire life." It's a good thing I was drained, or I would have given her her very first. That's like telling someone going in for gastric bypass, "I can eat whatever I want and stay skinny."
Within a minute or two, I had another nurse and a doctor taking my coat, purse, and all of the Kleenex off my lap. The nurse covered me with a towel as the doctor started messing with a bunch of instruments. In my head at that point, I was creating new swear words to add to the English language. Blood started dripping down my mouth and instinct is to wipe it, but they took the Kleenex.
"Just leave it." He said. Really? I went to wipe my lip with my hand and he prompted me again. "Don't touch." I should maybe apologize for the things I called him in my head.
He tilted my head back and put something metal in my nose and started to suction it. He was talking the entire time, but I was singing the Gilligan's Island theme song in my head. And, apparently not breathing because the nurse kept reminding me to do so.
After what felt like an hour of this, but was more like five minutes, he stuffed it full of gauze-type material and put a clamp on my nose. Within ten seconds, my eye was twitching and started spewing water, the clamp was pushing everything upward, and the doctor thought I was crying. It was a beautiful moment that needed a camera crew. No, not really. It was awful.
"We're just going to leave that for five minutes and see where we're at." The nurse handed me the call button and I was already counting down the 300 seconds of hell I was about to go through. They stepped out and I, of course, had to sneeze. Luckily, I held it. I watched the clock. And watched the clock. AND watched the clock. Fifteen minutes later, the nurse came in and removed the clamp. Her mouth was moving, but I'll be damned if I heard two words out of it.
The doctor came back in. Took a look and started explaining the cauterization procedure to me.
"We can pack it again and wait, but if it doesn't stop, that will be the next step."
We played a waiting game once it finally stopped and the gauze was no longer bleeding through. It was well after 7:00 when he came back in and took another look.
"Okay! The nurse is going to come back with all of your paperwork. No blowing your nose."
"You're not taking this stuff out?"
"No. It will dissolve." I was beyond grossed out.
"Don't touch it and don't blow your nose. If it starts up again, come back." Umm. He just told me about cauterization. I'm pretty sure I'd bleed to death before that would ever happen.
Four hours later, it was done. That was four hours of Downton Abbey I could have watched. It's been 18 hours since I left the ER and my nose is trying desperately to get the gauze out of there. It's been a rough day so far, but at least there has been no bleeding.
January was the month of the flu and truck issues. February has been the nosebleed month. March better be the month of lottery winnings. Or, Barnes and Noble everyday?!
So, a few days ago the nosebleeds started. Here's the rundown:
Monday: Two nosebleeds. No big deal. Welcome to winter.
Tuesday:
4:47 PM - Dear Professor____, I am in the library with a nosebleed and I'll be late for class.
5:25 PM - (To Prof, again) Okay, I'm leaving the library to go get more Kleenex out of my truck because the stuff in the bathroom is sandpaper.
6:45 PM - There appears to have been an autopsy performed in my truck. I won't be making it to class tonight.
7:10 PM - Nosebleed stopped in the hospital parking lot.
Wednesday:
Three not-so-bad bleeds throughout the day. Twenty minutes before class, I had gone through two pocket packs of Kleenex and sat through an entire 3 hour lecture feeling pretty wiped out.
And then we come to Valentine's Day 2013.
I left work a little early and went and roamed around Barnes & Noble for a while. Walked the mall a bit and bought a tea from Gloria Jean's! (I love her!) My tiny little weekly planner hasn't been working anymore between two classes, two jobs, and now booking photography again. After the mall, I went to Office Max and bought a new (full size) planner. The plan was to park my ass on the couch, organize my schedule, and watch Downton Abbey until my head exploded or I started talking with an accent - whichever came first.
4:32 PM -- I had just finished filling in the new planner and started checking e-mail when I noticed my white laptop was turning red. That's where the Valentine's Day massacre begins.
I did what I've been told to do and pinched my nose for fifteen minutes. It slowed down, but as soon as I stood up, it started again - full force. At 5:30, I called the nurse hotline and she politely told me to get my ass to the Urgent Care. I did consider giving her the "Well, I've been in college for 8 years, so I'm practically a doctor" speech, but if I am practically a doctor, I would have had this stopped four days ago! And, by this point, not only was the bleeding unstoppable, I had the shakes. It wasn't until I was in the truck and on the way to the hospital that I realized how bad this looks - nosebleed and shaking - I looked like a druggie and I'm a behavioral health worker. AWESOME.
By the time I parked, I didn't even care anymore. I had my hands full of bloody Kleenex and walking into the hospital, not one person offered to help. That's okay because I wouldn't have taken it anyway, but if you aren't going to offer help - don't stare.
The girls at the desk took my name and birthdate and had me sit down right away without going through all of the stuff they normally go through. Within a minute or two, the nurse came around the corner.
"Are you Melissa?" She asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Nope -- it's not the actress!!!" She said loudly to let the other nurse know.
I had to laugh. How disappointing to see "Melissa McCarthy" pop up on your patient list only to find it's the other one. She wasted no time and was taking me back for vitals. I just learned how to do that and I kind of wanted to do it myself, but I had one hand completely tied up with Kleenex duty, so I sat quietly.
And, after that - we bypassed the Urgent Care department and went straight to the ER. All I kept thinking was, "Melissa -- nothing good is going to come out of this." And, I was pretty much right on the money with that.
When you go into the ER with blood draining out of your nose and report that this has been a daily occurrence, the 72 minute waiting time on the website apparently does not apply to you. I was put in an (awfully uncomfortable) exam chair. The nurse was doing something and talking, but I was not paying attention until she said, "I've never had a nosebleed in my entire life." It's a good thing I was drained, or I would have given her her very first. That's like telling someone going in for gastric bypass, "I can eat whatever I want and stay skinny."
Within a minute or two, I had another nurse and a doctor taking my coat, purse, and all of the Kleenex off my lap. The nurse covered me with a towel as the doctor started messing with a bunch of instruments. In my head at that point, I was creating new swear words to add to the English language. Blood started dripping down my mouth and instinct is to wipe it, but they took the Kleenex.
"Just leave it." He said. Really? I went to wipe my lip with my hand and he prompted me again. "Don't touch." I should maybe apologize for the things I called him in my head.
He tilted my head back and put something metal in my nose and started to suction it. He was talking the entire time, but I was singing the Gilligan's Island theme song in my head. And, apparently not breathing because the nurse kept reminding me to do so.
After what felt like an hour of this, but was more like five minutes, he stuffed it full of gauze-type material and put a clamp on my nose. Within ten seconds, my eye was twitching and started spewing water, the clamp was pushing everything upward, and the doctor thought I was crying. It was a beautiful moment that needed a camera crew. No, not really. It was awful.
"We're just going to leave that for five minutes and see where we're at." The nurse handed me the call button and I was already counting down the 300 seconds of hell I was about to go through. They stepped out and I, of course, had to sneeze. Luckily, I held it. I watched the clock. And watched the clock. AND watched the clock. Fifteen minutes later, the nurse came in and removed the clamp. Her mouth was moving, but I'll be damned if I heard two words out of it.
The doctor came back in. Took a look and started explaining the cauterization procedure to me.
"We can pack it again and wait, but if it doesn't stop, that will be the next step."
We played a waiting game once it finally stopped and the gauze was no longer bleeding through. It was well after 7:00 when he came back in and took another look.
"Okay! The nurse is going to come back with all of your paperwork. No blowing your nose."
"You're not taking this stuff out?"
"No. It will dissolve." I was beyond grossed out.
"Don't touch it and don't blow your nose. If it starts up again, come back." Umm. He just told me about cauterization. I'm pretty sure I'd bleed to death before that would ever happen.
Four hours later, it was done. That was four hours of Downton Abbey I could have watched. It's been 18 hours since I left the ER and my nose is trying desperately to get the gauze out of there. It's been a rough day so far, but at least there has been no bleeding.
January was the month of the flu and truck issues. February has been the nosebleed month. March better be the month of lottery winnings. Or, Barnes and Noble everyday?!
Monday, January 28, 2013
Craigslist 101
Who doesn't love Craigslist? Yes, it can be scary sometimes. Especially when you hear stories of people that have gone to purchase something and have been robbed, raped, assaulted, beaten bloody, or murdered. Still, I love it. Unfortunately, so many people do NOT know how to use it. I think there should be a mandatory training before you are even allowed to post anything on the site. In the meantime, I started a guide. I'm sure I'll have more to add to it, but this is a start.
Selling something? YOU MUST POST PHOTOS!!!
Selling something? YOU MUST POST PHOTOS!!!
- This is an absolute must. It is 2013 and there is no excuse why you cannot attach a photo. Digital cameras are cheap. Go buy one and learn to use it. Can't afford one? Borrow one. Use your phone. You need to have a photo. I am not going to even look at your item if there is no picture to go along with it. Here are some things to remember with the photos:
- MAKE SURE IT'S A GOOD PHOTO!!! This should be a no-brainer, but apparently it isn't. Your photos should not be blurry or rotated so that it is sideways or upside down.
- CLEAN UP FIRST!!! I am not going to buy anything that is covered in laundry, dust, pizza delivery boxes, dirty dishes, stacks of mail or garbage. I want to see what you're selling - not that you're a slob. This one is especially true if you are taking photos of an apartment/house or looking for a roommate to share your living space with. Here are a few examples of people who want roommates:
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| I thought this was a promo for Hoarders. |
- NO NEED FOR MODELS!!! If you're selling a couch, peel your boyfriend off of it before you take the picture. This goes for pets and children, too.
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| Was all that crap on the floor before the photo? |
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| This was the only picture posted. I don't really give a rat's ass about the cat - where are the apartment pictures? |
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| WTH? Are you renting out a room or an elbow? |
- Craigslist is AWESOME for advertising and is a great tool. Use it WISELY. As a musician and photographer, I browse all over Craigslist and I am embarrassed for so many of you. DO NOT POST EVERYDAY!!! I have seen some bands and musicians posting in the "Musician" section on a daily basis - sometimes multiple times in a day and in MANY cities. I've seen an artist make Craigslist appearances in Boston, Nashville, Chicago, Atlanta, Seattle, and Phoenix all in one day. Really? You could fine tune some of your skills, learn a new song, or maybe make some personal appearance at local venues instead of flooding Craigslist begging for gigs. You look desperate and are actually quite annoying. And YES, I will flag you.
The DOs & DON'Ts of Craigslist
DO
- Respond to everyone that responds to your post
- Delete the post as soon as the item has sold, the apartment is rented, the position is filled, etc.
- Be respectful. Don't start any shit with other posters. That's trashy - but entertaining, so I guess if you want to give me something to read - go for it!
- Watch your pricing. If the stuffing is falling out of the couch and there are piss stains, it's not worth $100.
DON'T
- Use symbols in the subject line to make your ad stand out.
!!!!@@##****It's annoying and I'll ignore it****##@@!!!!
- Post "I NEED A JOB" in the job section. Instead, go to the SERVICES section and offer yourself up. People looking in the job section are looking for jobs and are typically not looking in there to hire lazy asses who take this route instead of applying for jobs, writing resumes, and drafting cover letters like everybody else.
- Mistake "old junk" for "antiques"
- Use the Craigslist Personals. This is probably where the rapes and murders are coming from. Save yourself an STD and try a more reputable dating site.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Notebook Hunting
My name is Melissa and I HATE shopping. Well, I take that back. I hate shopping for groceries, clothes, churches, boyfriends, and booze. There are some things I enjoy shopping for - mostly electronics and school supplies. Yesterday I went out shopping for school supplies. With only two classes on the schedule, the list wasn't terribly long, but it was specific:
- 1 binder big enough for both classes, but small enough to fit into the laptop bag
- 2 Mead 3 subject college ruled spiral notebooks - preferably to match the binder
Attached to my list was this note to myself:
You DO NOT need highlighters. Don't buy them.
You DO NOT need Sharpies. Don't buy them.
You DO NOT need a 3 hole punch. DON'T buy one.
You DO NOT need pens. I'm not going to bother telling you not to buy them because you will anyway.
You DO NOT need flash drives. Same as above, though.
Best Buy was my first stop. Not specifically for the shopping list, but for entertainment purposes. It was like Christmas, actually. I found 8 GB flash drives for $6.99. JACKPOT. Walked around, looked at the new iPad minis, MacBook Air and Pros, and checked the Mary Chapin Carpenter inventory. Walked out with three more flash drives and proceeded to Office Max.
I found the binder and purchased an insert to divide the classes. The notebook selection was a complete disappointment. You might think you're getting a great notebook because it has a plastic cover and ready-to-tear-out pages, but you're not. You're paying $9 for paper that won't stay in the notebook and rips out while you're taking notes. Looseleaf paper is cheaper. Use it, but get a real notebook.
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| The Perfect Notebook |
Office Max did not have my Mead 3 subject college ruled spiral bound notebook that I needed. Shame on Office Max. How can you be an office supply store and not have the best notebook? I went to Target thinking I would have better luck there.
Nope.
I was ready to go chop down a forest and make my own notebook at that point. But, I didn't. I decided to try Shopko. While they did indeed have my Mead 3 subject college ruled spiral bound notebook, they only had it in green and red. Freaking Christmas and it didn't match the soft lime green of the binder I had just purchased. What's a girl to do? I sucked it up and purchased the two notebooks because I was fed up with shopping at that point.
I guess now that I have all my stuff, I can start school. On the roster for my 17th semester of college: Behavior Disorders and Alcohol & Drug Abuse Professional Skills II. I plan on fulling all 240 pages of those notebooks! BRING IT!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Dragging in the New Year
New Year's Day I woke up with a bit of a sore throat. I talked to my sister on the phone that morning for a little while. After I hung up, I stood up to get on with the day and felt like a semi, driven by a large, bearded dude in flannel and a baseball cap, slammed right into me. Six days later, I finally peeled myself into an upright position and took my uninsured ass into Urgent Care. Found out my flu shot wasn't worth a damn this year because this particular virus was one that wasn't part of the vaccination package. At most, this could take up to two weeks to kick completely. The average is 10 days and we all know how I feel about average - I define it! Today is the first day that I haven't had any thoughts of death and the first day that I've had more than just fluids since this hit, so I think it's safe to say 2013 could still be a good year.
Actually, 2013 is going to be a fantastic year. After seventeen (long) months of sending out resumes, cover letters, and filling out countless applications (over 200), I finally landed a career in my field. On January 21st, I will begin working in an inpatient behavioral health unit and couldn't be more excited. It's going to be difficult to adjust to having a steady, reliable income again. I think I'll manage, though.
With this new path I'm taking, I am considering making this my last semester of classes for a while. I miss music and the photography gig got a little tiring. I'm now in a position to do exactly what I want with photography - children and newborns - and not take anything I can get just for the money. I'm ready to write - a LOT. I have memoirs in progress, a collection of poetry, and stories that I might now actually find the time (and money) to finish and publish. I'd have time to FINALLY put out a new CD. (It's been almost 5 years!) Not to mention, it would also be incredible to pay down some of my undergraduate loans before I consider taking on a master's program. I see big things happening in 2013.
In the meantime, I'm going to take a fly swatter to this bug that has kicked my ass, preview the courses I'll begin next week, and think of a new direction for this blog. I have ideas. Trust me, I HAVE ideas.
Actually, 2013 is going to be a fantastic year. After seventeen (long) months of sending out resumes, cover letters, and filling out countless applications (over 200), I finally landed a career in my field. On January 21st, I will begin working in an inpatient behavioral health unit and couldn't be more excited. It's going to be difficult to adjust to having a steady, reliable income again. I think I'll manage, though.
With this new path I'm taking, I am considering making this my last semester of classes for a while. I miss music and the photography gig got a little tiring. I'm now in a position to do exactly what I want with photography - children and newborns - and not take anything I can get just for the money. I'm ready to write - a LOT. I have memoirs in progress, a collection of poetry, and stories that I might now actually find the time (and money) to finish and publish. I'd have time to FINALLY put out a new CD. (It's been almost 5 years!) Not to mention, it would also be incredible to pay down some of my undergraduate loans before I consider taking on a master's program. I see big things happening in 2013.
In the meantime, I'm going to take a fly swatter to this bug that has kicked my ass, preview the courses I'll begin next week, and think of a new direction for this blog. I have ideas. Trust me, I HAVE ideas.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Letter to a Jackass!
This was found under my windshield wiper this morning when I left work and I have to say, I'm kind of pissed about it. If anyone knows the twerp responsible for this, you can pass along my response.
First of all, do not refer to me as "friend". You are not lucky enough to be a friend of mine. Considering what you do in your spare time, I'm guessing you have a hard time making friends.
You are right, though. Someone did indeed vandalize my vehicle. Litter on my windshield is disgusting. I believe the perp is walking around downtown La Crosse looking like an idiot with nothing better to do than tag vehicles that don't agree with his/her politics. Way to waste paper!
And, no, I am sorry honey, you are NOT a good samaritan. A good samaritan is a compassionate person who unselfishly helps others. In fact, it is a little odd that you would claim this title while vandalizing the vehicle of someone working less than a block away coaching people with disabilities in their place of employment so they are able to be more independent and provide a service to their community. How exactly are you giving back? I wish I had nothing better to do on a Tuesday morning than roam parking lots looking for vehicles with bumper stickers that opposed my political viewpoint.
Speaking of my political viewpoint -- it's mine. Not yours. I respectfully understand that we disagree. Going door-to-door and counseling all of the people with Obama signs in their yard to spread your message would probably be more rewarding for you. Oh, that's right. You're a coward and would rather do it the anonymous route.
-- Not Your Friend
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Jennifer Livingston
I don't always go on blog rants, but this pissed me off just enough to do it. First, read this article and take the time to watch the 4:20 video clip.
If your blood is not boiling, you probably have never struggled with your weight. I challenge this moron that sent the e-mail to gain 100 pounds and try to lose it before he EVER criticizes another soul. For many, if not all, obesity is just as much a choice that someone makes as being born with brown eyes is a choice. Unfortunately, being a bully is a choice - and a poor one at that. For someone to call out a complete stranger in such a horrendous way is cowardly and I hope to God he does not have the ability to reproduce. I've come across the offspring this type creates and it's not pretty.
To start, Jennifer's response was proof that she is a class act and, contrary to what the e-mail stated, she is indeed a role model - especially for young girls and women. Success is not measured by a dress size or a number on a scale and having only people that fit a certain look in the public eye is ridiculous. I commend her for taking it to the morning news and addressing it. By doing this publicly, she wins. Somewhere right now, the author of that e-mail is, I hope, sitting somewhere feeling mighty ashamed of himself. This aired this morning on the local news and already tomorrow she is going to be making appearances on national television, including Good Morning America on ABC.
In this country, one third of children and adolescents are obese and 35.7% of adults are obese. (http://www.cdc.gov/obesity/data/adult.html) I bet there is not one person in that group that doesn't have a story to tell about being bullied. It takes a special kind of asshole to think that a nasty e-mail is going to be the inspirational motivator that cures obesity. For those of us who have struggled or are struggling with weight and body image issues, there are sometimes underlying issues that small minds like this guy can't even begin to comprehend.
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