So, I have sixty different things to write about, but I am currently having brain zaps, no thanks to forgetting to take my crazy pills yesterday, and THEN losing my debit card, so that I was up a creek when I had to go and get my refill. I’m back in the land of the medicated, but now everything has this really pretty glow to it, and my brain is going BZZZT at random intervals. And ooooooh, SPARKLY.
Anyway, I came across this blogger a few weeks ago, you know, one of those worm holes that you find yourself in during the wee hours because you’ve already watched every episode of Renovation Realities. As you do. But oh yeah, this blogger, Elizabeth (@Ferg_e), has a son, Bradyn, who has epilepsy. Now, I knew someone with epilepsy when I was growing up. Not fun. She once passed out in the middle of Spanish class from a seizure (not one of those writhing around foaming at the mouth kind. One of the quiet brain, poof, pass out, kind). The teacher thought she was kidding around, and we all watched in horror as he KICKED HER in the head. Not hard, like a nudge, but still, REALLY? Who does that?
Anyway, because her little boy is special needs, and I walk in those shoes too, I want so badly to buy Bradyn a service dog that they’re currently waiting for. They have to raise a certain amount of money before they’re able to take ownership of a dog. It’s a lot of money, and it could take a long time. Time that is precious. This dog could save his life. So basically, what I’m trying to say, is can you spare a couple of bucks to help Bradyn get his puppy? Or maybe pass the info along so to spread the word?
I realize this is so disjointed, but you get the jist of it.