Mapcrunch: The Devil's Game

Recently a lot of my friends, myself included, have fallen into a time hole known to the internet as mapcrunch . This website displays random Google maps and someone has created a game for it. You have to hide the location, select all of the areas, and hit "Go". You will be dropped in a random location and the goal is to find an airport so you can get yourself home. Realistic, right? Only if realistically you'd put yourself in the position where you'd wake up in an unfamiliar area.

But the game is so addicting! I have found myself searching hours on end for an airport in such locations as Monmouthshire and...Wyoming. The picture I have posted was from Wyoming and after an hour on that road, which leads absolutely nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, I realized that I was never going to reach an airport in Cokesville.

I thought I might get that out there, because I feel that DramaDaddy might find the game amusing if not the most frustrating thing he's ever done that he really doesn't have to do. :P

Go crunch those maps!

Good Things

For the first part of this semester I was going through a bit of a frustrating time. I'm not saying that it is over, because it isn't over, but I am finding it easier to deal with right now.

I have been having a lot of pain in my ovaries again. (Yeah, that's right, I have no qualms about talking about my ovaries.) I had a progesterone shot over winter break and it had given me great relief for about a month. So a few weeks ago I started getting bad pain again. This meant that I had to go to my health center at school and refill my pain pills. This is fine, I understand that sometimes the pain is just too much, but it started to be not just sometimes.

So I called my doctor and we scheduled a time for me to come into town and get another progesterone shot. But it won't be until the end of this month. After getting everything squared away for my trip back home I decided it would be best to email all of my professors to let them know I might not be fully coherent this next month and I would be missing a few days. And thank God, they were very understanding.

That is all of the formalities behind what I have been going through. Everything else is more emotion/stress based. With chronic pain comes, in my opinion, a certain mindset. I have seen this in people I know with chronic pain and I always told myself that I would never be like that. These people are always online complaining of their pain and cursing their bodies, and generally keeping themselves depressed because they just couldn't think happily. I hadn't experienced that until recently. I began to get so frustrated with the constant pain that I began to think that it might be the only thing left. "Life is pain, Highness." And it began to impact me in a really bad way.

I started to spiral, wanting to feel absolutely nothing and keeping people from knowing that I was in pain and unhappy. I started taking two pills when the bottle says only one. Eventually I got to the bottom of the spiral and I called up my friend Alan.

I was sitting on the couch, basically hyperventilating when he got to my room. The first thing he told me was to breath. He sat there for five minutes until I could take deep breaths and then he told me to tell him what was going on. I started to explain and every time I started to blame myself for something he would stop me and I had to rephrase it or he would tell me why it wasn't my fault. And then he told me something that I had heard about, but never thought to do on my own.

He told me that every day I should find something, even the most miniscule thing, that was a good thing, and focus on that no matter how bad everything else was. He walked me through the good things that had happened that day and suggested that I even write them in my journal.

And that is what I have been doing. So far I've had at least ten things each day and it has really helped me to keep a positive outlook. And that is what I suggest to anyone who reads this. Keep track of the good things because those are all that matter.