I had a really, REALLY eventful last two weeks…

Tonight is the first night I’ve been able to sleep in my own apartment in a week and a half!!

I was in the hospital pretty much all last week…

Last Monday night I started twitching randomly, which led to violent shaking throughout my entire body. It was as if I was having a seizure, but I was conscious for the whole thing! I thought it was weird, and it didn’t help at all that the doctor declared, “In all my 15 years of practice, I’ve never seen anything like this!” after I was hooked up to an IV and an oxygen mask…

They decided that I had a pseudo-seizure, and it was either a dystonic reaction to some medication I had recently taken for nausea and dizziness or an anxiety attack. Or a combination of the two.

I was hospitalized overnight and stayed until Thursday afternoon. I had constantly had tremors that never went away plus multiple pseudo-seizure episodes during my stay. I went back to the ER less than 6 hours after I was discharged on Thursday because I couldn’t breathe when I had another episode. I stayed with a family in Provo that night and the next day, but then was transported via ambulance once again to the ER. I tried going to a BYU basketball game, but passed out in the bathroom after vomiting, and then had another episode. I think I scared the medical team at the game….

I’ve been staying with a family in Provo since I left the hospital because they would be home to watch me, and my roommates wouldn’t be. No, they’re not friends of the family. No, I haven’t known them longer than a month.

Kenneth knew the Sanders while he lived in Virginia for a couple years. They happened to move to Provo shortly after Kenneth and I did. I met them about a month ago, had dinner again with them a few weeks ago, and they were the first people to show up at the hospital when I woke up Tuesday morning.

They’re one of the greatest families I’ve ever met.

I want to talk about 4 things in this post.


1. Now I have a dramatic medical history.


Well, it’s dramatic for me.

Every time I’d previously been to a new doctor (which is more often than it should be), I would write N/A under just about everything, specifically “List all medications you are currently taking,” “Hospitalizations (Date and Reason),” and “Medical Conditions.”

Now I actually have to fill those out…. And it’s kind of really weird…

The hospital had me schedule appointments with a family practice doctor associated with the hospital, the Otolaryngologist (I just learned that’s the official word for Ear, Nose, Throat doctor and I just had to use it) who prescribed me the nausea and dizziness medication, and my counselor this week.

Monday I saw the family practice doctor.

He was really nice! I was glad for that because my appointment took me an hour and a half… He concluded that the pseudo-seizures were anxiety attacks and weren’t related to the Phenergan, Meloxicam, and Meclizine I had taken the week before.

He also diagnosed me with major depression.

Not minor depression. Not moderate depression. Major.

And it was right after my roommate (who took the sweet time out of her day to drive me to the doctor and wait for me in the waiting room the whole time, bless her soul) complimented me on how positive I was!

I’m not ashamed to have been diagnosed with Depression. It’s actually pretty normal. I just never thought I’d be on medication for it is all.

So now I’m taking Lexapro every morning!

And I’ve only taken it twice, but I’ve actually noticed a big difference in my attitude and emotions.

Yesterday I saw the Otolaryngologist. I’ll just call her the ENT from now on…

She said I still have Viral Labrynthitis, which is pretty much just a virus that makes you dizzy and nauseated. She diagnosed me with it a couple weeks ago and prescribed me the Phenergan and stuff, but the doctors at the hospital took me off of it because they thought I might have had a dystonic reaction to it, so the ENT didn’t want to give me any more drugs just in case.

Therefore, I have to wait the rest of the 4-8 weeks this stupid virus could last and hope my dizziness goes away.

Did I mention my tremors haven’t stopped? Strangers think I have a physical disability. I think it’s cute how they treat me different because of it. I just let it happen.

So I’m just feeling AWESOME!


2. I met with my counselor again today.


She’s such a cute old lady! I just love her!

In my first session with Elaine, she told me to write a letter to my parents and explain my feelings to them. I wouldn’t send them the letter. I would give it to Elaine and she would decide who should read it.

I wrote the letter last night.

It was 7 pages, 1.15 spaced, size 11 Cambria font.

My plan is to read it to my parents next week when I go home for Thanksgiving.

But I wouldn’t dare confront them alone. I’m bringing Kenneth and Jace with me. Kenneth will serve as a bodyguard and Jace will be a second witness to everything I say.

I’m absolutely terrified.

But I told Elaine my plan, and she just kept telling me, “You are a strong woman!”

I explained that I’m tired of being scared of my parents. I want to take control over my own life. I can’t move forward when my parents keep dragging me backward. I’ve come a LONG way from my past, but my parents pull me a few paces back every time I interact with them (which is more often than I would like).

My parents came to visit me last weekend.


I told them they didn’t need to come, but they texted Kenneth and said they were coming anyway.


It made everything worse…..

And my mom wanted to stay this WHOLE WEEK with me!


I had to insist that she go home and stay with her 5 other children who needed her at home.

Then I didn’t text her back right away and she texted me right before my counseling appointment and said that she was going to come up and stay with me tomorrow if I didn’t call her back right away.

Aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that woman…………..

So I called her and told her that my episodes were anxiety attacks and SHE DIDNT FREAKING BELIEVE ME.

So there’s that…….

I’m just so tired of feeling so angry and hurt and upset every single time she or my dad texts me or calls me. I never want to answer because I don’t have to. I’m an adult and can make my own decisions. They can’t take anything away from me anymore.


They have no idea of what they did to me. So I’m simply going to inform them in detail. And I’m going to have 2 big, strong men behind me as I read them my carefully worded letter.

I will report how it goes next week…..


3. I absolutely love the Sanders family.


Keith and Aubrey Sanders are a wonderful couple who have 3 handsome, brilliant, and talented sons. I stayed with them for the last several nights. Keith left on a business trip early Sunday morning, so I spent most of my time with Aubrey and her boys. I miss them already….

I really felt like part of their family. They are just such loving, caring people. And I think I was almost as good as an influence on their family as they were on me..

There are a few women I want to be just like when I grow up and raise a family. They include the lady I grew up across the street from, Kenneth’s mom, and Aubrey.

Aubrey and I stayed up for hours into the middle of the night chatting about my family, giggling about old boyfriends (aka boys we used to just make out with), discussing our real world struggles, and talking about my relationship with Kenneth.

It was just like what I’d always wanted with my own mom. It was so nice. I think Aubrey liked having a teenage girl to talking about those things with, too, since she doesn’t have any daughters of her own.

The boys said they sometimes wished they had sisters, too.

Last night, Aubrey had an event to go to, so I stayed home with her kids. I helped the youngest with his homework, we all played Clue, and then we watched something on TV about Chris Angel that just made me miss my home in Vegas while we drew pictures and I worked on my letter to my parents. It was so fun!! I just felt like their older sister, and I loved feeling like I had more brothers.

They’re brilliant kids, but they didn’t always listen to their mom… Even though sometimes they’d yell at her and sometimes even dare to hit or kick her, Aubrey never screamed at them or hit them. She always asked politely the first, second, and third time, but when they’d continue to scream after that, she’d raise her voice a little (nothing like my own mom) and would simply tell them that she was frustrated with them, they needed to get off the computer/iPad/iPhone, and they needed some time alone. The times I was there, Aubrey had a particularly hard time with her youngest son Kalvin who is 9 years old.

While Aubrey was gone, there was I time I was just drawing pictures with Kalvin alone in the basement. This was a conversation we had:


Kalvin: “I hate how my mom put passwords on all the computers and iPads and won’t let me on them for very long.”

[pause: Aubrey felt like her kids were lacking respect, so she put passwords on anything technological to help her enforce some rules they were ignoring. I felt this was completely justified. I just kept thinking that my parents would do worse…]

Me: “Well, she doesn’t want you addicted to technology. It’s good to do other things and use your brain to be creative and -”

Kalvin: “I want to be creative on the iPad and use my brain to create [I don’t remember exactly how he explained it, I just knew it had to do with Minecraft].”

Me: “Well, to be honest, I think the passwords are less because she doesn’t want you to be creative and more because she wants you to learn to listen to her.”

Kalvin: *facial expression changed to show me he was considering what I was saying*

Me: “You really should listen to her. She’s your mom. And she knows what’s best for you, and you really should listen to her.”

Kalvin: *facial expression changed to show me he was starting to understand*

Me: “You know, your mom is a lot nicer than my mom…..”

Kalvin: “I know what happened when you were a kid.”

Me: “…..You do?”

Kalvin: “Yeah. Your mom abused you.” (he almost seemed sad)

Me: “Yeah. You should be glad your mom doesn’t abuse you.”

Kalvin: *nods his head in agreement*

Me: “Your mom is really nice to me. And she always asks you to do things nicely the first time. Will you thank her for me and do things right when she asks you?”

Kalvin: *nods his head* “Can I show you how I draw a shark?”


That night, Kalvin got his pajamas on and brushed his teeth the first time Aubrey asked him too instead of fighting her like usual.

I’m not going to lie, my heart melted a little when I saw that.

They’re such a wonderful family, I have no idea how I can every rightfully thank them.

I’m so grateful for their influence in my life and the experiences I had with them.

I can’t wait to make more memories with their family. Hopefully they won’t include the hospital…


4. I have the greatest boyfriend ever.


I just have to take a second and let the world know that I PEED all over my boyfriend when I lost control of my muscles at the hospital, and he still loves me.

If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.

He was in the hospital with me almost the entire time, with the exceptions of classes and covering my shifts at work. He even stayed one or maybe two (everything is so blurry from all the Ativan they pumped through my system to knock me out) nights with me in that tiny hospital room. He slept on a Lazy Boy that he placed next to my bed and held my hand all night long. He also stayed the night at the Sanders’s house to make sure I was okay. He didn’t sleep in my bed, though. He slept on a bed and I slept on a mattress on the floor in the same room (after I fell off the bed in my own room and Kenneth ran in from across the hall to make sure I was okay).

One of the best things about Kenneth is that he stays so calm. Every time I have an episode, he stays so calm and reassures me that everything will be okay. It really does help me relax faster.

I was with him the first time I had an episode before we knew what was going on. He stayed calm even though I was freaking out. He carried me into his roommates car and then into the ER and didn’t leave my side.

He also always makes sure I’m never alone now that I’m out, just in case I have another episode. He is with me as much as humanly possible. The other night I had an episode while I was at his apartment. He just held me as best he could and whispered in my ear how much he loved me and that he knew that everything was going to be okay. “Think about one of your happiest places or one of the best days you’ve had, Arizona. Think about the day we get married! Just think of how happy you’ll be! I know I’ll be really happy.” I burst into tears when he said that. Mostly tears of joy.

Even though I still my arms tremor so much that I look physically handicapped, he still holds my hand like he’s proud to show me off to the world. His thoughts of me never changed and he hasn’t treated me differently. Well, I guess I can’t honestly say that. I get exhausted really quickly, so he always makes sure I don’t over-exert myself (which I’m known to do) and doesn’t let me participate in strenuous activities. He also keeps me away from the foods he knows will upset my stomach (I vomited everything until yesterday evening). But he doesn’t judge me for being on Depression medication or having tremors. He just loves me for who I am.

And I love him very much as well.