I’m the sort of person who has very random, weird things happen to her. I’ll give you a few examples:

• When I was about 6 years old, I was in my Mom’s car, returning from the store. It was a dark Summer night. As we drove down a street near our house, my Mom started freaking out, screaming that there was a body in the road. She pulled over, we both got out of the car [thanks for shielding me from such a gruesome scene, Mom] and were both afraid to go near it. From where we stood, the awkward position of the body told a tale of someone crossing the street and getting mowed down after stepping off the curb. My Mom began frantically running to different houses, banging on doors while screaming [this was pre-cell phones]. Meanwhile, I stood in the street, crying. No one answered their doors. Finally, a car came down the street and my Mom ran out in front of it, blocking it from going any further and was hysterically telling the guy driving about the body, while also making sure to say that SHE wasn’t the one who hit the person. The dude walked over to look at the body and bent down and picked it up. This caused me to really lose my 6 year old mind and I mean lose it. I was hyperventilating and basically pissed my pants. [no joke] The guy was able to pick up the body because, well, it wasn’t a body. It was a pretend body. That people made. As a joke. To scare drivers. And their 6 year-old passengers. It had jeans and a sweatshirt that were stuffed. It even had shoes on. And a football wearing a hat for a head. When the guy brought it near us to show us, I heard what he was saying -that it was fake- but I refused to believe it and screamed and started shaking. At that point, many teenagers began streaming from the darkness. They had all been hiding behind a couple of houses. Watching a 6 year-old have a nervous breakdown. When they saw me close-up, it was only then they realized the impact their joke had. I honestly have no clue what happened next. I don’t remember. All I know is that for years, even into my late teens, I couldn’t drive down that street at night.
• I was once  sort of attacked by bats. [this deserves its own post]
• I was having problems with my car. It was acting weird and wouldn’t start up all the time. It smelled funny when it did start. I took it to my mechanic and got a phone call when the car was done. I was told they had never seen anything like what was going on in my car. They were so shocked, they took pictures. You see, some birds apparently had been flying up under my hood and decided to build a GIANT nest inside- as in, under the hood. They would leave when I’d start my car and then return when I would come home and park it. My mechanic said it was so huge, they had to cut it into pieces to get it out.
• I was hypnotized to skip the number three while watching the Montel Williams show.
• I might have been healed by a Faith Healer.

There’s so much more but I don’t want to bore you more than you probably already are. Today, however, I have one more to add to the list.

My last two infusions have resulted in me looking like Christopher “Big Black” Boykin. I’ve been under the care of a Neuro-Ophthalmologist with the hopes that my infusions, now after two years, aren’t causing damage to my eyes. Usually, it’s my liver that is in danger of being damaged. Now my eyes, too?? [in all honesty, despite the lack of progress, I feel the infusions are still my best shot of a remission, no matter how temporary.] I had a follow-up visit with her today and she said my eyes are still in distress. However, she feels it’s not up to her to decide whether I could continue my infusions and so she wrote a letter to my  doctor who is treating me for CD. She did tell me, however, that the images of my optical nerve are so incredibly bizarre and she hasn’t ever seen anything like it, that she is considering framing the images to hang in her office.

There are days where life seems so ordinary. Boring, in fact. Then I think about these fucked up, weird things that have happened to me over the years and I am astounded by how strange my life sometimes is. Thankfully, I have a blog to record life in all its glory – the good, the bad, the ugly, and the ophthalmological.