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Just a brief look into the life of a crazy shoe-a-holic, dog-loving, hair-braiding, nail-painting, life-embracing, medical student
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Start your day off on the right foot! #TipTuesday #breezetips #breezelife #breezeapp #fitfluential #fitness




As a woman obsessed with lipstick, had to reblog.💋


This has been my day, lol, but definitely no complaints! #dogsofinstagram #furbaby #Barney #Chiweenie #ball #lazyday #love

Today marks the halfway point of my psych rotation! Let me just say I am thankful to finally have 2 days off this weekend. I have been going since last Monday with being on call and all. I already told y’all about the colorful weekend. It didn’t get much easier throughout the week. We had a lot of complicated patients…out of the 13 we admitted over the weekend, we still have 7 plus one new one admitted last night.

We were supposed to discharge three today, but only one ended up leaving because two snapped on us. One lady wasn’t giving us an address to the group home she was supposed to go to—instead she gave us the address to a friend’s house where she apparently gets crack…now she is 50, she can make her own decisions, but we are supposed to release her to a stable environment…any way, she was in a very agitated mood when we talked to her today and needed a shot to calm down because she was so worked up. Since we had to give her the shot, she could no longer go home today. Another kid I had was telling me he was fine, basically saying what he thought I wanted to hear so he could go home. When we all talked with his mom we found out a very different story than the one he had been telling me for the past week. His mom agreed that he needed a little more time, which was not what he wanted to hear. He is a 19 year old that was literally sitting there and pouting like a 10 year old. I was surprised by how rude he was to his mom, and after our conversation he called his mom a “snake” that didn’t want to help him. This lady gave up her job to be with him and make sure he was okay with his paranoia and depression, but yeah, doesn’t sound like she wants to help you at all…

The new kid I got today was just wild…he was so nice and cooperative in our interview but straight up lied to me about pretty much everything—I know, shocker there, lol. Reading his ER note after our interview I almost thought I interviewed the wrong person, that’s how different everything was. We are trying to determine if he has schizophrenia, bipolar disorder with psychosis, or schizoaffective disorder. It will take some more history from him, which is apparently not reliable. Schizophrenia is the presence of psychosis in the absence of mood symptoms. Bipolar disorder with psychosis is the presence of psychosis only present with mood symptoms. Schizoaffective disorder is kind of in the middle—there are mood symptoms present for the majority of the illness, but the psychosis must be present for at least two weeks without any mood symptoms. So we need to talk to him some more and hopefully his family to figure out which he has.

Today was wonderful—we were done by 1:30, our attending treated us to lunch in the physicians’ lounge, and he let us go by 2! It is also our mid-rotation evaluation time, so we asked him how we are doing, what we can improve upon, etc. He said we were doing amazing, that he sees how hard we are both working, and how much he appreciates it. He just wanted us to make sure we have enough time to study for our shelf exam. He is a really nice doctor, I just wish he was more timely…lol. At least when he makes us wait, we have time to study!

Since we were able to leave early I got caught up on some studying! Went through some more cases in Case Files, did UWorld questions, wrote out and reviewed my incorrect and marked questions to work on difficult concepts, and even did some pharm flash cards—more productive than I’ve been in quite a while! Lately I haven’t felt like studying, which makes it difficult to study effectively. Now it’s time to get back into my “real” studying and check some things off of my “to do” list this weekend!

As always, any questions, just ask! 😊

Healthy AND yummy! Turkey sandwich, 1/2 cup of strawberries, 1/2 cup of blueberries, and 1 cup of baby carrots! #healthyliving #lunch

Hi friends! So today was Day 8 of PiYo—I am absolutely loving it! No jumps, no crazy moves, just a great workout! I feel my flexibility coming back (yay) and some of the moves are getting a little easier already. Today was Sweat—and it definitely delivered! I’ve also been loving trying out the different Shakeology recipes—I have chocolate, so it’s like drinking a dessert every morning for breakfast :) Today I did 1 scoop of chocolate shakeology, 1 cup of blueberries, 1 cup of water, and ice—soooooooo good!

My challenge group is keeping me accountable for my workouts and what I’m eating, so I’ve been staying on track. I’ve even lost 0.6lb already! Even when we’ve gone out to eat, I’ve been making healthier choices. I would normally have ice cream every night, but haven’t since starting PiYo, which is a big step for me! Sweets are definitely my weakness!

All-in-all, I feel like it was a good first week—I just hope it continues into this second week too, lol. I haven’t noticed too much of a change in how I look (it’s only been 1 week!), but I definitely FEEL like I have more energy, which is great with rotations!

I’ve also been contemplating becoming a Beachbody Coach, but I want to make sure I can actually commit to it…That might be hard to do with med school and studying and everything…but it DOES go along with my wanting to help people…I don’t know—what do y’all think?

Call weekend is over! The floor was not completely full, 16/20 beds yesterday and today. My colleague and I were able to split it up so we each had 8 patients, which is not a bad patient load.

One of my patients was discharged yesterday, and we had 4 new admits from last night, which means 4 long admit notes to write for their charts. My two did not want to talk to me. The first one told me she wanted to “speak to a real doctor,” okay, no big deal. My second one was kind of funny. I went and knocked on his door and said his name and he was asleep. So I gave him 45 min while I finished up with my other patients before I tried again. He was “still asleep.” I saw some other sleepy patients before trying him again. This time he was not in bed, but not out on the unit, so I figured he was in the bathroom. I went and studied for a little while before trying him again. This time he was “asleep,” but had apparently gotten up and moved his chair in front of the door so I could no longer open it to ask for him. I found out this was a big no-no when I told the nurses. They discussed how he could not do that and he went for snack. After snack I saw him, knew it was him because I knew all of the other patients on the floor, so I said “Mr. So-an-so, would you mind talking to me for a bit?” and he just completely ignored my existence. Whatevs—I understand he’s still adjusting to being in the unit and is just displacing his anger/paranoia. I knew not to take it personally :) There was definitely a full moon this weekend…A lot of paranoid patients, delusional patients, borderline personality disorder patients…It was definitely a handful, but it was very interesting to see all of these different presentations!

Thankfully we finished early-2pm-and I was able to go home and get some family time in with my husband and our dog. I WAS going to be productive and get a lot of studying done, but I was just exhausted for some reason. Take note—listen to your body! I knew I was not going to get any good studying in, so I didn’t force it :)

Well, I have to “work” Mon-Fri this week. We have family coming to visit on maybe Wednesday, but I probably won’t get to do anything with them…welcome to the doctor life! I’m hoping I at least get to go to the zoo or aquarium with them—I’ve been wanting to go so badly!

As always, any questions just let me know!

The aftermath of our walk plus a productive evening of meeting new friends at the dog park—we finally found Barney’s max #fitness #furbaby #Barney #tiredpup

You were born with the ability to change someone’s life, don’t waste it.







On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.


Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 


Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 


That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 


ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.


May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 


Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 


Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 


YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 


Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 


For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 


But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.


She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 


So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.


Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 



Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry



This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.


People who choose to take care of their loved ones (which isn’t a choice that everyone can make or wants to make) are remarkable people. I never knew how hard it was to care for someone who can’t do much for themselves until I became a CNA. Imagine if it were a family member?! Stories like this are so inspiring and definitely highlight the issues present in the system getting these families the assistance that they need in order to care for the people they love in a safe and appropriate way.

She, and everyone else who cares for loved ones, is amazing and I have an incredible amount of respect for what she is doing. With this rotation, although it does not involve those intellectually disabled, has opened my eyes and I have seen first hand how people who need help don’t always receive it. I concur that actions need to be taken to ensure that people truly receive the care they need!

(via nathiira)