Sleeping Troubles

If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep. ~Dale Carnegie

Grr... I wish. It is the worry that keeps me awake, but half the time I'm not even sure what I'm worrying about, which means there's nothing I can do about it.
I mean, sure, I could get up and read or something, but I'd still be worrying.

My sleeping trouble started about two months or so ago. At first, I thought it was because of nausea (I have a sensative stomach) but know I'm not sure. I think I was because I expected to feel sick to my stomach, so I did -- the brain is a powerful thing, if you think you're sick, you will be. But I'm not sure why I can't sleep now...

I've been getting aches in my joints and muscles recently as well. First my left ankle, then the muscles in that area, then my left elbow, them my right ribs, now my right wrist and forearm as well as elbow.

WHY????????? I JUST WANT TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY AND HAVE THESE ACHES GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!

Reference in the Title

I'm short. It's a fact of life, and, sadly, I'll never quite "measure up" to anyone's expectations. Hence the name of the blog, I'm 14, going into grade 9 in the fall -- and I'm uber excited for high school! I can't wait for the last 4 years of decisions made my adults before I can RUN FREE!!!!
Just kidding. But high school seems to be significant to everyone, so I can't wait to see what it holds for me.

Where There's a Will, There's Hell

The definition of "will" is to do as one can, wishes to, or shall complete in the future. Why didn't any of the great dictionaries and websites include that "will" can also be a name? Which brings us to my brother.

Will(iam) is 18 months older then me, just entering grade 11 in the fall. He's immature, selfish, annoying, addicted to his computer, persitant...
There are times I want to kill him -- but there are also times I want to hug him for being such a good brother. Like this weekend, for example: he bothered me constantly about going water skiing (I hate it, he loves it). But then, two years ago at the end of grade 6, I had some trouble with someone at school, and Will promised to watch out for me.
Emotional conflict about something as annoying as my brother really bothers me for some reason. I know it shouldn't, because family should come first, but it does. William alternates between using me as a punching bag and asking me to help him with something in return for chocolate.

CAN'T HE JUST CHOOSE BETWEEN LIKING ME AND HATING ME?????? I would rather know he hates me then not know whether I'm about to be kicked or hugged.

The Blood Test...

My asthma has been acting up a lot more recently: I was diagnosed with asthma when I was two, and normally my puffers (flovent and salbutamol) keep it under control. But my lungs became more irritable in the middle of April, and I spent most of May at home. In late June, I went to an allergy doctor to get tested, and when I was negative for allergies, the allergy doctor came up with a theory.
I've been on the same puffers for twelve years, so Dr. Lavine thinks that my body in incapable of creating the nessacary protiens and steroids to allow my lungs to function normally with my puffers.
And so, the blood test. Sometime this week or next, I have to go to a clinic to get my blood tested. I also have to have a preliminary lung function test -- breathing into a machine so that the stability of my breathing can be tested.

I'm kinda nervous about getting blood drawn from my arm: does it hurt???