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I know I just made a post about my new blog series idea but I had another! I also just had an update on when I would hopefully be posting but now I have ideas for what to post what days. Basically I'm going to try my best to post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday each week. As I said in my blog and youtube plans update, I may miss a day here or there but I'm going to try my best. So, here are my ideas...

Monday:
My main idea for Mondays is 'Makeup Mondays. Anything and everything makeup/beauty related. Wether it be a haul, a tutorial, or a review Mondays will be all about makeup and beauty. What types of makeup related posts do you like to see the most? Any brands I should try/review? Tutorial requests?

Wednesday:
I have two ideas for what to post on Wednesdays. The first is my new series, 'What It's Really Like...' (coming in April) and the second is 'What I Ate Wednesday'. Yes, I know that Anna Saccone and her sister Erika do 'What I Ate Wednesday' but I think it's such a fun thing to post about. I'll probably rotate the two every week. So basically if I do a 'What It's Really Like...' this week, then next week it will be 'What I Ate Wednesday', then the following week it would be a 'What's It's Really Like...' and so on. Any good recipes I should try out? What's something you want to know 'What It's Really Like'?

Friday:
Fashion Friday and Funky Friday. Again, something I'm going to rotate. Fashion Friday is pretty self explanatory but basically I'm going to try and post clothing hauls and reviews as well as OOTD's (Outfit Of The Day). So anything about clothing and accessories will be up on Fridays. As for Funky Fridays, that's just my catch all category. It's for when I want to post something that doesn't quite fit into the other categories. What's your favorite clothing store? What's something else you want to see from me that I could share on 'Funky Friday'?

While yes, today is Monday, I'm still going to start this plan now. This Wednesday will probably be a 'What I Ate Wednesday' and then Friday will probably be 'Fashion Friday'. Next week is when I start my new job but I will do my very best to follow through with this plan. I'm really excited about all of this and can't wait to see how you all like it! I appreciate your continued support.

xoxo,
Jenn

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Major life events tend to have an impact on people, I am no exception to this. By now hopefully you have seen my previous posts updating you all on where I've been/what's been going. I tell you I've moved out on my own and then nothing for 6 months. I feel like a bit of a failure to fully honest but I'm picking myself back up and trying to start over. I've changed a lot of things in my life and hopefully I'll be able to be the blogger I've always wanted to be.

When it comes to sharing blog posts or uploading a new YouTube video I'm pretty terrible. I always make plans on when to post but then something happens and I miss a day and then slowly stop altogether. That's why I'm just starting with my blog. It's so much easier to type up a blog post periodically or take pictures of my makeup as I'm doing it rather than to film it and talk through it all. In a blog post I don't have to worry about time restraints and can be as detailed as I want. Whereas in a video, most people only watch shorter videos so you can't be as detailed. I like to be detailed in the things I do so right now blogging just seems like the better option for me.

No, I'm not quitting YouTube. It may seem like I already have but it's something I'm working on. I just want to focus on one thing at a time. I'm thinking of going away from makeup videos and doing more chatting videos, like 'story time' ones. I feel like my new series would be a great type of video to make. I can talk about it some and then make a more detailed blog post to go with it. I'll hopefully still do beauty videos but I just haven't been as passionate about makeup as I was before. Don't get me wrong, I still love makeup but I've realized there are things I care about more.

What I'm going to try to do my best is post on my blog Monday, Wednesday, and Friday every week. Some weeks I may just post one or two times, other weeks maybe not at all, but I'm going to try and at least post once a week. I really want to build a community and create a loving environment for people to come to. Negativity will not be tolerated, good vibes only.

As for YouTube videos, I have no idea. I don't really know what I want to do or when so I'm just letting life work things out for me. Maybe I'll just stop posting and only do blog posts, maybe I'll post all the time some day. I've lost my love and passion for YouTube and I'm trying to get it back but I need to spend some more time away and focus on myself. By no means am I saying I won't be posting periodically, just that I have now schedule in mind(yet).

Hopefully you can be understanding and still support me through all of this. I'm just trying to be true to myself and happy. It's gonna take time and lots of effort, but I'll get there.

xoxo,
Jenn

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January 11, 2016 I started cosmetology school and March 4th 2016 was my last day. I am a beauty school drop out and proud. That sounds weird, doesn't it? She dropped out of school and is proud? Well yeah, I am. When I started school, it wasn't really up to me. My family kept telling me I should do it and that even if I didn't end up liking it that much, it would at least be something to fall back on. Which is true however it's not what I want to do, at least not right now. I was top of my class, my teacher was so shocked when she found out I was looking into dropping. I was passing all my tests and even helping my classmates study since I understood things so quickly and easily (no I'm not bragging, just being honest). My heart just wasn't in it and I was starting to get migraines again from being around the chemicals and loud hair dyers all the time. It just needed time to think things over.

July and August 2016 I decided to to start looking into new schools. Eventually I found I school I thought I liked so I moved to the city where it is, an hour and a half away from my family, but also because someone I like lived here. I think I chose that school just so I could be closer to him... not just because it's an amazing school. I'm not too proud of that but I can't change things now. I intended on eventually enrolling and in September I enrolled in the class that started in November. That didn't happen.

Let's go back a bit. In August I started working at Carter's but had to quit in November since I was offered a management position at Justice. I really loved Carter's and miss all of the amazing people there. Then I decided to just take a break from school, again, and really think things over before I jumped back into it all. I loving doing hair and makeup on myself, family, and friends, but do I really want to do it all day everyday?? Not so much... I have so many other interests and I want to see what I'll be best at. I actually just accepted a full time position as a Sterile Processing Tech at a local hospital so I'm very excited. Working in retail was fun but Justice... let's just say it was my own personal hell. I'll be making an in depth post all about my experience there soon.

So basically, yeah, I'm a beauty school drop out and proud. I'm starting my new job April 3, 2017 and couldn't be happier. I won't have to deal with other people's drama/bull shit and can just do a job and be happy. If you want to know more about Sterile Processing let me know and I'll make a post and then update you as I learn more and grow. Words of wisdom: Don't do or accept anything to make others happy, do whatever makes your heart happy.

If you have any questions or want to know more, let me know and I'll get back to you asap. I might even do a "story time" on my YouTube channel so that I can go into even more detail.

xoxo,

Jenn

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As I have previously mentioned, I took some time away from social media for my personal life but also because of my health. I'll warn you now that this may be graphic so if you're a bit squeamish you may not want to read this post. It's a bit long but this is my story leading up to surgery, the day of surgery, and now after surgery/the recovery process.

It all started November 2016 when I really think about it and look back. I was having trouble with the food I would eat. At first it was just nausea and slight discomfort with greasy, fatty, spicy, foods. But then it got worse. One morning back in November, after eating tacos the night before, I woke up early and was extremely nauseous . I laid in bed for a while hoping it would pass but it didn't so I got up and tried to go out to my living room to sit on my couch. I was walking so slowly because moving made it worse. Next thing I knew my mouth was filled with vomit but my mouth couldn't hold it all. I caught some of it in my hand but the rest went all down my neck and chest. I threw up all over myself like an infant, it was mortifying. Somehow I managed to only get it on myself because it wasn't on my love seat or the carpet but it soaked threw all my clothing. I threw up more in my bathroom sink, I couldn't make it to the toilet plus I needed to rinse it off myself. Peeling off my vomit covered pajamas and sports bra was one of the most disgusting things I've ever had to do. Then I had to call my mom at like 5:30-6am asking how to get vomit out of my clothes because I live on my own and have never had this problem. I had to tell her that I had just thrown up all over myself and that I didn't know what to do. Let's just say it took me a while to want to eat tacos again.

The next major incident was one night after eating a simple frozen pizza, I had what I thought was extreme heart burn. There was this excruciating pain right between my breasts that was radiating into my back. I took so TumsⓇ but it didn't help at all. My parents let me have this little space heater for my apartment since it's always cold so I turned it on high and laid on the floor in front of it. The heat helped a bit with the pain but it was still so bad I was in tears and called my mom. It was almost 1am but I was in so much pain and could barely move. I was afraid something was wrong and that I was dying, dramatic I know but in the moment you think the worse. She helped calm me down and told me that if it was bad enough to go to the ER or to call 911 but I decided to tough it out. Ended up sleeping on the floor in front of my little heater but I made it through. My mom told her coworkers about it in the morning and a few of them said it was probably my gallbladder. A couple of them had theirs removed due to having similar issues. My mom also talked to my aunt, who had hers removed, and she said that she had pain in the same area that then radiated into her back and that she could hardly eat anything (same as me).

As time passed things got worse. I could barely eat anything without getting nauseated or being in pain. I survived mostly on applesauce for a good month or so. Eventually I went to a doctor who had me do a HIDA Scan. Basically they injected me with some special dye and monitor it with a fancy machine. Once it's worked it's way through my body enough they inject a medication that forces the gallbladder to contract. The medicine made me a bit nauseous and hurt some but the doctor made it seem like I was going to be in horrible pain and would likely vomit. Basically what the test does is see if the gallbladder is functioning properly or not. Unfortunately, mine was not working properly which meant surgery.

At the time of the test I was on my moms insurance but then I got my own so I had to drop off of hers and then start all over with a different doctor where I live, pushing back surgery. The only reason I did that was because I live an hour and a half away from my parents and with my insurance I wouldn't have to pay anything whereas with my moms I would have to pay up to $850. But then things changed...

February 7th, 2017: I woke up in so much pain, I could hardly move. Just getting out of bed to go to the bathroom was a struggle. I called my mom and asked her what to do and she said she'd come over and take me to the ER. I said okay because I was tired of waiting and needed to do something to get things going and to have the dang thing removed already. I called work and felt really bad because the 11-2 girl had apparently called off (I was scheduled 1:30-9:30) plus I'm a manager so I was supposed to close the store. In the ended I didn't really care though because I was in pain and needed help. I got up and got dressed but then just laid on my bed. When my mom got to my apartment it was a little after 3. Just going out my door and down a few steps to let her in was difficult. We went to the ER and only had to wait probably 15-20 minutes before being taken back. I had to get into a hospital gown, oh how I hate those things, and then lay on an uncomfortable bed to wait for a nurse. A lady came in right after I finished getting the gown on to register me and then a few minutes later I had a phlebotomist come in to draw some blood. I have deep little veins so it's always a struggle but she got it on the third try. Probably two minutes later an RN comes in to collect a urine sample but also because she needed to do an IV for pain and anti-nausea medication. Then I got to see the ER doctor who had to get my HIDA Scan results from the clinic back home to review the results and said he would speak with a surgeon. Maybe an hour later he came back and told me that I had to call the surgeons office in the morning to make an appointment that same day so that I could then book my surgery by the end of the week. After I was nicely medicated and feeling better I was able to go.

Next morning I called the surgeons office and the lady tried to make an appointment for a week or so later but I insisted that the ER doctor had said I should be seen that day according to the surgeon so she had to check with him and call me back. I was correct but she could only get the appointment for the next day but I took it. I went in and told the surgeon my issues and he checked me over. He had my surgery scheduled for the next day and gave me a prescription for pain meds post op.

After seeing the surgeon, I went back to my apartment and packed my bag since I would be staying with my parents afterwards. I went to a Walgreens to get my prescription filled but apparently that was their busy time and since only the pharmacist could fill it due to it being a controlled substance my wait time was 2 hours. I basically said fuck it and told them I'd come back and get it in the morning. I drove back home to my parents house and spent the night. The next morning I woke up early and took my dad back over with me since I wasn't allowed to drive after surgery. I was scheduled to arrive at 9:30am. I was taken back pretty quickly, changed into one of those awful hospital gowns, got an IV in me, went over my info, etc. Then the nurse brought my dad back and we waited... I didn't get taken back to the OR until 12:20ish. Apparently the patient before me had some complications so I got pushed back. No one ever came in to let me know though and a nurse only checked on me once during the whole waiting period.

Surgery went well and I woke up VERY happy but in pain. My head felt sooo heavy but I kept lifting it up to look around and wave at everyone. I tried waving at this older gentleman across from me but he wouldn't wave back, I was kind of sad about it. I'm sure all of the nurses and doctors were laughing at me for being so happy from the drugs. The nurse I had was really nice and gave me lots of pain meds. She asked me my pain level which was a 6 but she needed it to be a 3 before she could take me back to my room. I think she gave me medicine at least 5 times. Eventually I felt good and was taken back to my room. It was getting late so I was worrying because my dad can't drive at night and it was almost 4pm when we left. This was back when it still got dark around 5 and the drive back home is and hour and a half. We got to a little town about 20 minutes away from home. It was pretty dark and my dad was driving fast and jerking a bit, which was painful, so I took over even though I wasn't supposed to drive after surgery. I know I shouldn't have but I needed to do what was best for us.

Now it's over a month later and I'm feeling great. I do have a bit of trouble with things but I'm still healing. It doesn't happen much anymore, but after I had surgery and would eat anything greasy it would go right through me. Gross, I know, but I'm trying to be honest in case someone else out there is going through this and wants to know what it might be like for them. My doctor did tell me that there's a 5% chance of having loose stool(basically diarrhea) every time I eat and a 25% chance that the surgery won't work because something else is wrong. Thankfully I'm doing well and can eat without pain or diarrhea after

I hope this wasn't too gross for you all but as I said I want to be honest for those out there going through this that want to know what it could be like. Also, hopefully this will explain more in depth about why I was gone for so long. Being in a lot of pain and discomfort makes writing blog posts and filming/editing YouTube vides quite difficult. Thank you to all of you that are still here with me and welcome to all of the new ones. I really appreciate your love and support.

xoxo,

Jenn

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