Drop It Like It's Hot!

Hey People!

I have not written in a while. What can I say? I'm in high school. It takes up a lot of time.
Anyways, something just happened. I thought it was slightly funny. A girl I know posted a status with some weird joke I didn't understand, but it involved Tourettes. Okay, it wasn't "slightly funny", it was just that I laughed when she spelled Tourettes wrong.
People always spell it: Turrets.
HAHAHA.
Yeah, no. We don't have some castle turret disorder or anything like that... Turrets... hehe.
Anyways, I've been pretty stressed and anxious lately. Blah blah blah, the usual. You know, that's pretty much my daily life. Part of being a teenager... plus someone with Anxiety Disorder.
Halloween has come and past! I was a pirate, matey!
Yeah. Okay, Emma. You're corny.
K. I know.
So, my squatting tic has been on the rise. Or low... Get it? I don't rise when I squat, I go low. And I said the rise because it's been worse, but rise means up, and when you squat you don't go up, and... okay, I think you get it.(;
I've been asked a lot of questions about it lately, but I understand why. I mean, it does look pretty weird if someone just squats out of nowhere. I guess I would probably ask someone why they kept squatting if I didn't know better.
I went with some friends to a haunted corn maze that also had a "Gore House". When we entered, first of all, my one friend ran out screaming. But, that's not the point. She knows we love her even though she is a huge chicken. When you enter the Gore House, you have to wait for a little bit in this one small room, because you have to take turns entering with the other people viewing the haunted house. While waiting, two of my friends and I stood linking arms in front of one of the workers. We patiently waited for him to tell us to enter the Gore House.
I bent down a few times, then he said, "Um, I have a question. Why do you keep doing that?"
"Oh, I have Tourettes," I replied politely.
"Haha, really?"
"Yeah."
"What, really?"
"Yes, really."
"Really?"
Then, one of my friends blurted, "Yes, of course! Why would we lie about something like that? Gosh."
She seemed a bit frustrated with the worker, which made me laugh.
She asked me, "Why didn't he believe us? Like, really?"
I shrugged and told her, "Well, that's the normal reaction I get from people. They always say 'Really?', 'Nuh-uh', or 'No you don't!'."
She did not seem happy with this.
I guess I am just used to people asking me. I don't like it when they do, but I have to understand that they are just curious, and I would probably do the same if I were in their position.
That reminds me of when I went to the fair with one of my best friends last month, and while walking the way to get picked up by my dad, two girls that looked our age walked behind us.
I bent down, and heard one of the girls laugh.
"Girl, did you just see that?" One of the girls asked.
"Haha, yeah, you saw that too?"
They both laughed.
Emma, inhale... exhale...
It didn't make me mad, which surprised me since I normally get a bit angered whenever people make dumb comments and laugh like that.
Oh well, they don't get it.
Oh my gosh, I don't want to sound like one of those angst filled teenagers that are always screaming, "No one gets me! No one!"
Ha. They're dumb. Always remember that someone else has probably gone through exactly what you're going through, or worse.
I am extremely grateful that I am heavily medicated for my moderate-severe Tourettes. I know some kids have families that cannot afford health care or medication. The doctors have said that it would be painful to live a day in my life if  I did not take my medication. They aren't just saying that to make me take pills. I accidentally left one of my medications in Pennsylvania, and did not take it for a few days. I ended up in the emergency room. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't taken ALL of my medications for a few days. Well, I'm not going to try that out. Anyways, I had been doing two specific tics non-stop for about 52 hours straight. One of them was rolling my abs, so at least it was like doing crunches for 52 hours. That gives you some hardcore abs. It was a painful workout, though. I didn't even know that I had missed a whole week of school, since I was so drugged up in the hospital. I found out I had missed a week when I got nominated for the "Spotlight on Student" award. My teacher was giving a speech about me, and at one point said I had missed that long of school and made up all my work. At first I thought she was exaggerating so that I would have a better chance of winning the larger award, but when I got home, I asked my parents about it. It turns out I really did miss a whole week.
Point is, I know a ton of people have it harder than me. I can barely imagine how life is for them.
But, I am glad that I am strong enough to persevere through each day. I'm blessed.

Anyways, I have to go see what bribe I can have my mom set for me if I get all A's on the report card I get tomorrow. Pssst, here's a secret. I already know I have all A's! Shhh, don't tell.(;

Thanks for reading!

Emma<3