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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

My Life

My name is Pamela Verinia Vazquez-Whitney. I was born in Cochabamba, Bolivia to Ana Claudia Whitney and Jorge Albert Vazquez on April, 12, 1996.I lived in Bolivia for about 2 years and then moved to Naples, FL and have lived in Naples ever since. I have 3 other siblings; Madison Whitney Vazquez age 12, Dylan Russell Vazquez age 8, and Daphne Shiell Vazquez age 4 almost 5. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints (As is my parents and sisters and brother) and have been my whole life and have a strong testimony of the church and its teachings. As a child I sang and sang, it was my favorite thing to do at the time, and my parents took pride in that and joy but though I had 1 good talent I had a very bad medical problem that at the time I and many others around me had no clue of. I would get bad tics and over the years I grew weaker and weaker. For a while my mommy took me to my doctor repeatedly and every time I was given no answers. When I was 12 years old I was fed up with never getting answers and so I took the matter in my own hands and researched everything for tics, repeated actions, stress, and anything that would tell me what my problem was. After researching for at least a month I came up with 2 disorders; OCD and tourettes. It took almost 8 months till I was able to convince my parents to take my to a psychologist and I was able to have my disorder confirmed to be OCD in January 1st 2009. For 10 months I took medication and had my usual appointments but I was not getting any better. Out of the medicines they had me take I remember only a few which were: Zoloft, Prozac, Luvox, and Paxil. On August 10th 2009 I decided to stop taking my medicine because of the terrible effects it had on me some of which were: loss of emotions, fatigue, weight loss, Insomnia, depression, some bipolar disorder, fever, low immune system, loss of strength in bones and legs, and basically being weak all day and night. By that time I was just 13 and the medication started when I was 12. After stopping my appointments with the psychologist and stopping the medication my OCD was better and barley noticeable. The problem now is that I have a unidentified illness. I feel very weak and tired, headaches, agonizing chest and head almost a stab-like feeling, bones making odd sounds like cracking knuckles, not being able to move legs and arms in certain ways, and overall weakness. All I can really do now is just pray and live and be happy.
I'm now in 8th grade, well when school starts I will be, and a member of the LDS church and a Twilight fan and a smiler.