My Spirit Animal!

Right. So I found this awesome site that had a really cool quiz. My Spirit Animal aparently and ironically is a fox! Check out the link, and tell me what your spirit animal was. Also, the results show you how many points you scored for all the animals. And the higher points you get, the more like that animal you are. My highest score is obviously the Fox, Crow, and Owl for 25 points. My lowest score is the Wolverine for 9 points. Here's my results:

Fox: 25

Crow:25

Owl:25

Swan:19

Wolf:14

Spider:14

Otter:14

Bear:14

Cougar:14

Horse:12

Wolverine:9

Really, the results are fun to read. Here's the results on what I got on the Fox. Btw, this site is also based off of a book, so you'll find out which characters you're most like from the book.

Fox (your score: 25)

Characters: Razvin in Eyes of Crow; Elysia in "The Wild's Call"
Powers: Stealth, night vision, ability to read and manipulate others' emotions
Foxes are clever, perceptive, and shrewd. You're happiest working behind the scenes, pulling strings and watching others dance to your imperceptible tune. Independent yet highly social, you glide among your circles of acquaintance with ease, sharing your sharp wit or a delicious piece of gossip.
Best matches: Crows, Owls, Cougars
Watch out for: Bears, Swans, Horses

C'mon, don't be shy, tell us what you got!

Brittany! The Goat Hero!

Well, I'm sure as most of you know. I had a very funny experience this summer. It was when I had just recently gotten my PICC Line removed. I was riding home from a good work-out session at the Gym, and had checked out some good books from the library. I was riding past some pastures and corales, when I noticed some horses in one pasture were all running around in mahem. Kicking, stomping and bucking. I thought at first that someone was training them. But when I came to the Pasture I noticed a small goat, similar to the one in the picture, running terrifyed amongst all the angry beasts. I looked around the pasture to see if there were any more goats inside. But no, instead in the smaller pasture next to the horse pasture, there was a family of goats. Putting two and two together, I figured out that this young goat must have somehow escaped, and got into the horse pasture. I called my mom and asked for adivce because the horses had just trampled the poor thing. She told me to go to the goat owner's house and warn them. I did so, but no one was home. I noticed a gap in the corner of the fence and wondered as I went back over to the horse pasture if the goat got out through there. The entrance to the horse pasture was a metal bar gate. There was a rather large gap on the bottom that I expected I could slide the goat from underneath. I knelt beside the fence and called to the goat. Mimicing goat sounds, and surprisingly the goat tore towards me and tried to dive under the gate. Only problem was that the goat kept it's rear end up. So it was stuck. It withdrew quickly and ran away while the horde of horses galloped after it. I stuck the upper half of my body under the gate, and when the goat passed by again I grabbed it's legs and had it fall on it's side. I pulled the goat under the gate and it began to struggle immediantly. We were right next to a busy road, so I threw myself on top of the goat to try and pin it down. Problem was that the goat was strong enough to carry me! So I had to grab it's legs and make it fall again. After regaining some of my strength I picked up the goat tightly in my arms, and staggered to where I saw the gap in the corner of the fence. I had to fall on top of the poor goat again because it was struggling so strongly. And I was already tired from my work out. Finally I reached the spot, and aparently, the gap, was a small gate that was left open. I somewhat tossed the goat through the open gate, shut it, and locked it. And the goat bounded back over to it's family. I was bleeding on my leg, covered in sweat, dirt, and goat hair. I went over to the gate to the horse pasture to pick up my bike. All the horses were gathered there, wearing innocent looks. I said, "Yea yea yea, stop it all of you. It was just a baby you big bunch of whiners." They just sniffed me. I picked up my bike and finally got home and took a delightful shower. I was told many times afterward that the horses were just being protective of their territory. And I still glare at the goats when I pass by the pasture. The end. ^^

My MRSA experience.

Hey everybody!! Finally, I've got most of my blog up and running. Well, as most of you know a lot of things have been happening during my Summer. I got the MRSA strain of Staph Infection. I do not know how to spell half of this so bear with me. Just the week before school was to get out I was taken to Primary Children's Hospital to try and remove an absess that they had located on my right kidney. It was the strangest and rather most unnerving experience I've had. What the doctors wanted to do was to first sedate me, and insert a needle into my kidney. Then slide a very tiny tube over that needle, and suck out the infection. I was loaded with fluids through an IV on my hand at first. It made me feel all cold, and it also made the IV a little sore in my hand. When they first started the sedation process, I was out cold. I actually thought that I was at Wal-Mart with some friends. The only time I was aware of what was happening was when the doctor was trying to extract the absess and had to use a spring loaded kind of thing to get the infection out. It felt like a gun shot, without any pain. But then I went back out and basically fell asleep. When I finally came to, I was so sick. And I was so tangled up in tubes. They had put another IV into my other hand. I was laying on my stomach, and they convinced me to get onto my hands and knees slowly. Then they helped me onto a moving stretcher. I couldn't even open my eyes, I was so sick. I didn't know where I was, what time had passed or anything. I was moved into a recovery room because aparently the doctors only very recently decided that they wanted to keep me overnight. Finally they put me into a room where I became even more sick. But after the first phase, I started getting better. The room was so big and nice. But then they moved me to a much smaller room. I was on a floor that was full of heart patients. And since I was considered contagious and infectious, anything I touched couldn't leave the room. No nurses could come into the room without putting on a mask, gloves, and a robe. There was hardly any room to walk or anything. Not like I could, I was so drained and sick. There was a very cute picture of a tabby cat sleeping while holding a teddy bear, right across from me. I got to watch tv and movies for as long as I wanted. I talked with doctors and nurses. And I got over a lot of my needle phobia fast. Because it's hard to stay scared of needles and drawing blood when you're in a hospital and you need blood to be drawn every so often. And when you have to get new IVs. I didn't get a wink of sleep the entire time I was in the hospital. I had to have antibiotics given to me, and my vital signs taken every eight hours. The doctors that worked the graveyard shift were very funny and kind. They helped me keep my spirits up when I kept being woken up by the heart monitor. I didn't eat much, but the room service was excelent. The social workers there brought me things to draw and paint. And even a COW! (Computer on Wheels). I was much happier then. After discussing everything that was happening with the infection and MRSA, I was told I had to have a PICC line put into my arm so I could have at home treatments. They put it into my right arm. And I had to have the dressing changed once a week. And for every 6 hours I needed to have antibiotics. When I came home, I was just exauhsted. I wasn't allowed to go to school for the most part. I missed the Stake Dance for that month that I had been looking forward to. And I missed the Good Bye Dance at School. But thankfully I was able to go and perform and receive my award at the Ninth Grade Honor's Night. I got to wear my brand new red and black dress and my Mom made me look like a celebirty. Not to mention I got to see all of my friends there. All that jazzing out on my sax however had a consequence. I was so sore and sick the next day I didn't even think about going to school the next day. I sent a picture frame for all my friends to sign at school. I had Katelyn pass it onto Mark, then had Mark pass it onto my best friend Janelle, who had everyone sign it. Then when I came to school again, she was passing around a get well card for everyone to sign! She is the sweetest most thoughtful friend. I was so touched that everyone had been thinking about me and had been worried about me while I was in the hospital. All the teachers kept asking me if I was feeling ok, and making sure I wasn't going to faint. My biology teacher sent word through my friends to tell me that she had been thinking about me every day. Thank you Mrs. Bucklew!! Year Book Day came and I was signing everyone's books, while having my book signed in return. When Mrs. Bucklew saw me for the first time since I went into the hospital, she started crying and gave me a hug. Saying that I was one of her special students and that she had thought of me every day. And asking that I come visit from time to time when I was in High School. I signed her year book too, funny enough it was a biology text book. Drama was flying everywhere and emotions were running high. But I felt like it all couldn't last ever longer. Last day of school I was so tired, I just stayed in the Band Room the whole time. And that's the excitement of my beginning of Summer Vacation. It's really late now so, night ya'll!