58 days and counting...

Holy $#!T

 I’m getting married in 58 days. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

 Since I have 8 weeks left I decided that I would refer to this as Bridget’s “8 Crazy Weeks”.   

These next 8 weeks will be crazy, stressful and surely emotional, but most importantly they will be fun, just like ME.  

So today I start with this…

Bridget’s Top 10 things that will happen after she gets married (in no particular order)

1. I can shop again ( Ted, thinks this hasn’t stopped, but believe me it really has)

2. I can eat food again ( actual food, not salad)

3. I can go out to eat again

4. My friends will stop thinking of me as a crazy person and will actually enjoy reading my emails and talking to me on he phone (maybe)

5. I won’t have to keep emailing vendors and make sure they don;' hate me yet  *Shout out to all my vendors who read my blog, thanks for dealing with me

6. I won’t  second guess almost every decision I possibly made ( except the getting married one)

7.  I won’t have to refer to Ted as my fiancé anymore ( this is getting old, much like myself)

8. I can finally listen to people ask me when I am having children and then give their opinion which I will have no interest in hearing

9. I can post 1000 wedding pictures on social media

10. I can find a reason to wear my wedding dress again, perhaps sitting on my couching drinking champs

After all, laughter is the best medicine.

 

 

'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around

I don’t think it matter’s how old you are. When you’re upset it’s okay to feel it. Even though your 29 years old, it’s okay to get upset and kick and cry on the floor like a kid when things don’t go your way. It’s probably not going to fix anything, but it may help you deal with it.

Here goes…

 My mom has been in a hospital since March 17^th.   She/We have spent St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, Father’s Day and soon to be the 4^th of July away from home. Whether it is in a hospital, rehabilitation home, or nursing home she has been everywhere except her home. 

And I am pissed.  

I’m mad that I have to pick up her laundry, aggravated that I have to pay for parking to visit her and I’m fuming over the fact that in two month’s I’m getting married and I have no clue where she is going to be. Call it selfish, call it whatever you want. This is my INSIDE OUT.

Now back to my mom…

How is my mom doing you might ask? Well she’s actually doing pretty well. I really don’t know how she still has a positive attitude, but she does. Sure there has been day’s where she has repeatedly told me over and over again how these placed have terrible food and she’s a customer there, but for the most part 6 days out of 7 she is laughing.  It’s safe to say she hasn’t had a “Girl Interrupted” moment and is she doing what she can to keep pushing on and doing everything she can to get out.  However, every time she takes one step forward she moves a few steps back, and THAT’S LIFE.  

The plan is for her to leave the hospital yet again this upcoming Sunday and head back to rehab and then hopefully be back up and walking her 60 steps so she can finally go home.  

In the time she has been gone I have seen the dreadful snow melt, the hydrangea bloom and the growth of a family.  I have quote literally watched the 4 of us (I haven’t said family of 4 together in a long time) come together and do what we needed to do to get happy, move forward and celebrate together.

In the course of over 3 months there has been bad days, where I wanted to lay in bed and feel bad for myself. There has also been exceptionally, amazing days that I wanted to relive.  But, in all the days that have passed I was still looking for an answer to the questions I had been asking over and over again. When will things get better? 

 The real true sign that things are about to improve came to me on Boylston Street on a Thursday in June when low and behold a bag piper came walking out of SOLAS: Irish Pub. 

Now, I’m not a magician or a psychic (contrary to popular belief) just a believer.

Sláinte!

Sweeeeet Emotion

The way to put into perspective my feelings about today through in the form of a stranger.
Upon standing in line, someone saw my shirt "The Fightin Irish" and asked me who's Irish I was fighting and I said my own. The person behind me was stunned and I... PROUD, after a short discussion we parted way's and he told me "GOOD LUCK!"


 When I was told that I had MS, I had a few thought's in mind and here are just a few...
1.Fight
2. Don't get down on yourself
3. Educate other's
4. Change people's perspective on MS
5. Make this disease invisible


To my family, friends who have turned into family, friends of friends, and of course those who I knew years ago and have not been in touch with for a long time but felt compassion to donate to my walk and my fight THANK YOU. I personally cannot begin to tell everyone who has donated how much it meant for me to have you contribute to something that will help me and many others in so many ways.


Thank you for helping me become a TOP 25 top fundraising team, for sharing my story, all the kind, inspiring words that have given me sunshine on a sometimes cloudy day. I am forever grateful for it all.

Have your cake and eat it too

Sugar Cane, otherwise known as a great description of my past 12 months of being engaged

Sugar Cane is the real thing. Nothing compared to an artificial sweeter that has a possibility of causing neurological diseases. No, Pure sugar can you lift you up when you’re feeling down, and has the ability to make almost anything taste sweeter. Bottom line it’s real.

It’s been quite the year. We have written a few chapters, and sure there have been times when I wish I lived alone and didn’t have to answer to someone asking anout my latest Francesca’s purchase, or ask me why it was necessary that we have flower’s at our wedding,  But at the end of the day I couldn’t seem to put the book down.

I knew that when I met my “match” three years ago he would need to be someone who was the complete opposite of me. Someone who could calm me down, lift me up (not physically) someone who could learn to love a crazy Irish girl. But, I also wanted someone who would allow me to still be all of those things.

In time I have learned that a quiet voice is better to communicate with, following a budget leads to less fights, and cleaning up the bathroom is like winning the super bowl.

Thank you for being the sugar to my salty life. For me, this spoonful of sugar really did help the medicine go down.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall....

 Fare: noun; what you have to pay to ride public transportation

Fair: adjective; agreeing with what is thought to be right or acceptable, treating people in a way that does not favor some over others, not too harsh or critical

Ted always says,” life isn’t fair, fare is what you pay to ride the bus”

What gives you might ask yourself.

 With my mom’s MS, her stability is not great. On Tuesday (St. Patricks’  Day) she fell down, got transported to the hospital, found out she broke her femer, and essential had hip surgery. Luck of the Irish huh? She’s Italian though so I think that may have had something to do with it. 

Marshie is now residing in a hospital bed and will be going to rehab over the weekend. What rehab? Well I’m not sure yet because insurance has to figure this one out. Hopefully she’ll be at one close by, and good at getting her back home as quickly as possible.

Last March she was also in and out of the hospital/rehab, where she stayed for over 2 months. To say that I am angry and disappointed is an understatement. I keep thinking to myself how this completely sucks. How much setbacks can one family have, let alone one person? For the past year she worked so hard at getting her life to a point that she was happy with. Cooking, baking, cleaning, and playing with Bailey. She had just been practicing walking without her leg brace for my wedding in August. Now we are back to the beginning. It’s like playing “Chutes and Ladder’s” but never actually winning. It sucks to not win, and I am a poor loser.

When I got this new job, I got to start over. No one knew my dad passed away, my mom had MS for over 10 years; can’t work or drive, or the fact that I have MS. I felt like a new person coming in here. I became someone without a “past”, someone who got to start all over again. 

Then Tuesday hit, I left work early and spent my favorite holiday in an ER. 

Upon returning to work people asked me how everything was. I told them the situation and that my mom had MS. Most said that it was a “tough” disease and they knew other’s that had it. They didn’t know much about it, and still don’t. It has taken everything out of me to not break down crying, or run out screaming that I also have MS, something inside stops me every time. I don’t want people to ask me how I am every day, tell me not to get stressed out or feel bad for me in general. I want to continue to be as normal as humanly possible. 

Sometimes, I want to not be me, but I am and I have to remember that this disease isn’t me.  It is just a part of who I am.

My mom’s birthday is on Monday. So will begin another year of her in life, in a position that she doesn’t want to be in, at a place that isn’t her home. But much like this disease that many say is “tough”, she continues to inspire me and be the toughest of them all. 

Setbacks only make you push back. 

Let the pushing begin.

Remember how I am doing the MS walk? Well, I haven’t reached my goal yet, and I would really like to. I’m really sick of the obstacles that disease brings and would like to put an end to it. To donate click HERE

THANK YOU !