Stick a needle in your eye...

My good friend Whitney Houston once sang...where do broken hearts go? Some of you may be wondering where did Rachel Lee go? Yeah, I stink at the whole updating of the blog. Right from the get go I put it out there...I'm no good at "on time". Punctual is NOT my middle name, it's "Jean" (which I believe is Swahili for "really late"...unless you ask my mother, who is ALWAYS a little early. She's a bit of a weirdo! Just kidding, Mom). So, updating my blog regularly is about as likely as Ron Paul winning this fall (sorry Ron, but when it comes to this election, the bell tolls for thee).

So, updates on life, love and the pursuit of liberty...no happiness...the American way...the American dream...dream catchers...Catcher in the WHATEVER?! Forget it, you know what I mean.

Where do I start? I'd like to spin the wheel...


Let's talk life - specifically MY life. "When last we left our hero" I was going through some really fun medical tests, which were no fun, painful, and of no use to you, me or the guy next door (who I might add is a jerk who likes to pound on the wall at 8:00 while I'm on the phone. Seriously, don't all adults stay up until after the 10:00 news? And no, in my book the 9:00 news isn't the same thing.)

Anyhow, my husband took me to the acupuncturist last summer while suffering from the grand-daddy of migraines. I was blinded in one eye from the pain, my stomach felt like it was doing loopity-loops, and my head felt like Quasimodo was up there yanking away at the church bell ropes (SANCTUARY!!!!) I took Excedrin Migraine. I took my prescription medication, Imitrex. No good. Oh, 30 minutes on the table with needles in my head and hands...the migraine had dissipated to a completely tolerable "who's wearing too much perfume?" headache.

Time warp forward one year, I'm back at the acupuncturist. I've gone three times in three weeks. He has determined that my organs aren't communicating with one another and that I have adrenal gland issues. He said to continue going to the doctor, but that he would help my organs communicate with one another and would help me to heal. Last time I saw him, he said things were looking good. Am I healed? Probably not. Do I feel better? As the Kool Aid guy would say "Oh Yeah!"

I'm not planning on running any marathons or climbing Everest, but I am feeling better. Hey, I even went through the training session for the exercise room at the company gym today. Will I use it during my lunch hour? Probably not...(I don't want to be the gross sweaty girl all afternoon). However, it's a good direction.