tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45136653873881217512011-08-01T13:01:12.066-07:00Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143793624175162808noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513665387388121751.post-87474877008286017432009-09-12T04:01:00.000-07:002009-09-12T04:22:33.672-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">All my life I knew something was going to happen to me. Something big, something that would change my life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dramatically</span>. Growing up I was excited, surely I was going to be famous.....even though I knew I had no talent, I am profoundly tone deaf. Sometimes I think singing (tone deaf and all)to an audience would be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">easier</span> to handle that what actually made my life change. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">About five years ago at the tender (yeah right) age of 22 the good old doctor told me I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Crohns</span> disease. Now for those who want the factual explanation of what this is go ask Dr Google </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">(me and him are great buds), and those who want the reality, for me (and it differs for everyone who has it) its like living with constant <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">diarrhea</span>. Lovely ah. So if you ever meet me and see me running, its not because I'm out for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pleasant</span> jog!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">This is my first post, I'm a virgin at this blogging world so brace yourself for the ride. I'm going to write about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">snappets</span> of my life living with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Crohns</span>, all the glory details, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">embarrassing</span> shit (look at me trying to pull out a joke) that happens, just basically life as a 27yr old in Auckland, NZ, trying to live it as normally as I can, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thats</span> when the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">embarrassing</span> stuff happens. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I know this is a little post, baby steps, but I'm off to watch a movie, its a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rager</span> of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Saturday</span> night!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">PS: </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I always thought the font <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Verdana</span> was veranda, all the years that I had spent tapping away on my merry computers were shattered when the truth came crashing into my world, I was gutted, no way can I pronounce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Verdana</span>. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4513665387388121751-8747487700828601743?l=livingwithpoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143793624175162808noreply@blogger.com0