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10 Things I Couldn't Live Without

Aside from family, friends, water, food, shelter, etc., here are the 10 things I would have a very hard time living without.

1.  My Laptop
     I use my laptop to blog, chat with my online support group, and keep in touch with friends I don't see often enough.

2.  My iPhone
     I use my iPhone for many of the things above, as well as looking up medication interactions on the go, reading or playing games while I wait for appointments, keeping track of blog ideas, and taking pictures. 

3.  Retractable pens
     I refuse to use anything else if I can avoid it.  I click away my anxiety throughout the day.  My coworkers appreciate the "silent" retractable pens, like Zebra or Bic Atlantis brands.

4. Books
    Either on my Kindle or actual books, to read on the go, in waiting rooms, or when I can't fall asleep. I end up reading more than one book at a time usually.

5. Blackout Curtains/Shades
    When I can't sleep at night, I can sleep through the day with these.

6. Gatorade
    Preferably Fruit Punch flavor and not G2, I drink these almost daily to increase my salt intake while quenching my never ending thirst.

7.  MaryLou's Iced Coffee
     I am a coffee hater but these iced coffee flavors taste like candy!  My favorite is Girl Scout Cookie.  These keep me awake when I have to go to work or appointments after a sleepless night.

8.  My really big red bag
     For carrying an absurd amount of things, including medications, injections, snacks, gatorade, kindle, iPhone...you get the picture.

9. Google
    For my blog, email, news, and YouTube.

10. My readers!
      Seriously, I never expected this to be what it is today.  It started as a record for me, then for family and friends to keep up to date with what was going on, and now this!  Thank you so much for all of your support through the last few years.  I wouldn't be where I am today without you!

  


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