Little Sue

I consider myself to be a very high-strung person. I would be a weed-eater if I was a tool. Wound tight, letting stuff fly, by either slinging or cleaning, and just look how aggressive they are. Me to a "T". And besides all that, you most generally find a weedeater working in the yard, just like me. I wonder if people are starting to think that I am a yard ornament some of the time... lol.

Anyway, I have the extraordinary gift of giving myself heartburn. I can get it from spicy foods, and bring it on by stress. It is kind of like my own little stress overload indicator. I have heartburn with a combination of acid reflux. I can feel my chest burn when I get really worried or stressed too quickly, and then it starts up my chest, like I am breathing fire. When I get to feeling like this I try to simmer down, but, it is very hard for me to back the throttle down some days. Somedays, it feels like my plate is the size of penny... some days it could be the size of a large table top. Luckily, I am getting better at controlling this. I maybe have an episode once a month now - which is better from where I was having it happen a couple times a week. My blood pressure is low, so when this all happens, or I get wound up really fast, my head gets light from the increase of blood pressure in my body. It really worries Allen. Good thing that God built me with low blood pressure, otherwise, I would have already died from the higher blood pressure.

My Mom, Sue, and my "baby" Missy dog



















I can't help it, it was breed into me by my mother, Sue.. When I get wound up, Allen calls me "Little Sue". I even come complete with the same sound effects as her, I think that is why my dad has problems liking me too much. I'm sure it is really hard for him to get past the walk, talk, and go get'm attitude, that I have, that matches my mom so well. If you were blind, you would not be able to tell the difference in the two of us... so I am told, by lots of people. Funny, even though I grew up a "Daddy's Girl", I turned out to be so much like my mom, but a little modified... Dark brown hair vs. her blonde. I know that I could never be anything other than what I am, and that is okay. That was what God wanted.

I sometimes wonder if the whole infertility thing is one of God's plans not to have any more "little Sues" in this world. Obiviously 2 is enough. I like to blame that, instead of getting mad at God when I get down about the infertility issue. I'm just so wound so tightly, no one else could handle it I guess.