Journey into the Unknown

Apparently I do not know how to blog. I don't know where my first post went. So here is my second (first) posting...again.

My reason for this blog is to start a journal detailing my "new adventure", my "journey into the unknown". Oh yes, this next "fork in the road" of my life definitely promises to be an adventure and as I step away from my extremely, personally rewarding job as a nurse at St Ann's Respite into a pretty much unknown job of radically different job requirements, I intend to steady myself by using a story, a public diary I guess.

My hope is that this "public diary" of mine will 1) let my many friends, family and co-workers keep abreast of what is happening in my new life (not that I won't keep in contact with them myself) and 2) to create a blog that should, if I am a good blogger, detail my life on the road as a truck driver, as part of a wife and husband team.

No denying it now, I am going on an adventure

Today is the day of my son, Robbie's, birthday and I celebrated it by passing the test required of me to learn to drive a semi-truck. This is, of course, in preparation to starting truck-driving school in a mere six days, which, in itself, is preparation for "Ali's big adventure". 'Course, I'll take my husband, Joe, with me for support and to alleviate any kind of loneliness I might think of feeling.

Should you care to find out about me and the reason I am now in the trucking industry do, please, visit my health blog, The Road to Health (now let me go create that blog).

Let me give you a bit of background so you know who is writing this blog and who is involved in this adventure. I am an RN who graduated a mere two years ago but at the time I was studying for my finals, my new grandaughter was having health problems; she was tentively diagnosed with tyrosinemia, a condition I had never heard of. As a grandmother who was almost a nurse, I felt an urge to find out all about this disease afflicting my grandbaby. But then, the doctors ruled that out and we were left without a clue to her problem.

When she was about two years old she was finally diagnosed with mitochondrial disease and her symptoms included; inability to walk due to lack of coordination, no speech, eczema, allergies, seizures, failure to thrive, and GI problems (which was one of the first indications something was wrong along with sky-high elevated liver enzymes).

At the time the doctors thought she had tyrosinemia (which was hopefully cured by diet and one available drug, if not, a liver transplant) I started doing some research and eventually came to realize that the "health care system" so prevelant in America today is actually more detrimental to a person's health and does more to promote the sickness that a person goes to the doctor for than "cures" it.

So, six months after I graduated as an RN, I started going to school again, this time, to really learn how to get people healthy and to open their eyes to the lies our government encourages and promotes. Those lies made me angry and I am now, still angry. Angry that our government purports to protect the public when, in fact, it does nothing of the sort. And I am angry with the belief that my granddaughter is one of the many thousands of individuals, a large portion of them children, who are suffering from any number of diseases and conditions because of our government's indifference to the escalating sickness of our society and the escalating profits that the "sick-care industry" . I am really angry about that.

Actually, this blog is a mini-adventure in itself cuz I've never blogged before, not sure how it all works. But, this is going to be all for tonight because it is almost 2 am, my curfew. Tomorrow (today) is another day and I intend to live it.