Sick Bruh! Part One

In this episode we talk about moments that can divide your life into 2 chapters: before and after. Unfortunately, I've had multiple of these moments but this one in particular is a major one for me. 8 years ago my husband suffered a motorcross accident and severed his hand from his wrist which led to a very long hospital stay, 10+ surgeries, a skin graft, a wound vac, many months of uncertainty and a recovery that tested every ounce of strength we had. If you're in a season that seems unbearable or next to impossible, I hope this episode reminds you that healing isn't linear and strength often reveals itself in the darkest times.

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Hey hey! Welcome back to I Know a Girl, the cozy corner of the internet where we hype each other up, get a little raw and real, and remember, healing is hot. By now you know that I am your host, Morgan, because we are on 50 fucking episodes, guys. 50. That is wild to me. That means in just two weeks we will be at our one year anniversary, which seems even more wild to me because literally 50 weeks ago, I was so unsure of this whole entire journey. And yet, here I have made you 50 episodes every single week. No breaks. That's wild. That's wild. I actually looked up some statistics of most podcasts, and they usually don't get past like 10 or the 15th episode. So the fact that we made it to fucking 50 is wild. It's crazy. So bask in this glory with me because hello, we're almost at a year of I know a girl. That's a year of helping women. That's a year of helping women better themselves, better their lives, get out of that negative mindset. That is, I love it. I I love it. I really do. I love to yap. With that being said, this date when this podcast will air is kind of a pivotal moment for me. So when this podcast airs, it will be June 30th. And June 30th is a date that me and my husband hold very close and dear to our heart. I will have another episode in the future with him and his perspective of this for you guys to listen to if you guys want to listen to it. But um, for right now, this is just gonna be my perspective of it because I mean, I feel like I need to talk about it. So I also want to give a little like disclosure that for anybody that has a soft stomach or a weak stomach, this is your moment to like dip out because I might be talking about something that will make you cringe, okay? I'm talking blood, guts, that kind of thing, okay? So let's get into it. On June 30th, 2018. Well, actually June 29th, 2018, my husband and I packed up our camper, packed up our two kids, packed up our dog, and we hit the road for a motocross race. We were on our way to Sick Brothers Motocross in Whalen Cohochton, New York, because my husband's favorite pastime at the time was riding dirt bikes. Racing dirt bikes, actually. So he decided that we were gonna go to Sick Brothers for the weekend. And that was kind of like how things would happen is like he would choose which race he wanted to go in within his district, and we made it out to be like a whole weekend event. Sometimes we would even invite like friends, family to the races with us to stay the weekend and made it like a huge like event type thing. So this day in particular, all our friends were actually going to a different track than us. The only ones that were actually coming with us was my husband's dad, stepmom, and brother. So we got there the day before, got our camper all set up, cooked dinner, had a great night, just the four of us, and our puppet dog. And the very next day, Saturday, which is usually when the races take place, is they have like a little practice period before the moto start. So my husband got suited and booted, got his jersey, his pants on, his boots, helmet, goggles, gets his bike all ready, and then takes off down for practice. Gave him his kiss, said, I love you, good luck, and he went on his way, right? Not thinking that our world was literally about to turn upside down. He goes down for practice, and the next thing that I know, I get a knock on our camper door. Somebody, I had no idea who they were, says, Are you Morgan? And I said, Yeah, and they go, Morgan Richardson, and I said, Yeah, and they go, You're being paged overhead. So I'm like, What? I come out of the camper because I'm like, I am completely like out of it at this point. Like I was confused, who is this guy? Why is he telling me that I'm being paged overhead? How does anybody even know my name to page me overhead? And then I heard it. Morgan Richardson, please report to the emergency tent. And my heart dropped to my asshole. My husband has gotten her at races before, but I have never been with him. And that's a story for a whole nother episode. But this particular time, I was there in our camper by myself with our two kids, no one else. My friends weren't there, my family wasn't there, his family wasn't there. It was just the four of us. So I'm like, okay, where is the emergency tent? And the guy points to me and I'm like, okay, thank you. He goes, I have a buddy that has your husband's bike. Can we bring it over here? And I said, Yeah, would you please? So I go back in the camper, I get my son ready, I get my daughter ready, in the little wagon that we had, and we'd, you know, make it down to the emergency tent. By the time that we got down there, my husband was already down there, and there was blood everywhere because while he was at practice, he went up over a jump, hit a rock on his on the face of the jump, so it cooked kicked his bike sideways, and he didn't land as he should have. And with all that force behind him, when he landed, it threw him off of his bike and he landed on his arm. Well, when he stood back up is when he realized that his hand was dangling from his wrist. The two wrist bones, or his two like forearm bones that connect to his wrist had cut through the skin and were like out of his body. So there was tons of blood. By the time I made it to the tent and I locked eyes with him, we both gave each other this look of like, what the fuck? Because that's exactly what I was thinking. Like, what the fuck? What the fuck do I do? What are we gonna do? Like, what's gonna happen? Where does this put us? Like, the world was very much spinning extremely fast at this moment. So he tells me that he obviously has to go to the hospital, and I'm like, okay, he says, call my dad, tell my dad and Lori that what had happened, right? So we kiss each other goodbye. He has his phone, he says, I'll text you the best that I can, and they take him off in an in an ambulance, right? So they told us that they were gonna take him to the nearest hospital, which was noise. But um on the way to the nearest hospital, they realized that this was a very traumatic event and he needed way more help than their basic hospital could give. So on the way to the hospital, he had to meet up with an ALS ambulance, which then transported him to strong. On the way to strong, he then texts me and says, I am no longer going to the nearest hospital. I'm on my way to strong. So now I'm like, great, this really is as traumatic as I am realizing it is, right? So I get me and my kids up to the camper and I'm packing everything. Because in my mo, like in this moment, like what really can I do? You know what I mean? And so I'm realizing, well, our stuff isn't obviously going to stay here. My husband's on the way to the hospital. Like, I need to get everything condensed, packed, and ready to go. So I do that. And in the process of doing that, I call his dad and I tell his dad and his stepmom that he crashed his dirt bike pretty hard and he's on his way to the hospital because his wrist is broken and there's blood everywhere. His stepmom proceeds to ask me, Well, are you sure it's really that bad? And I said, Yes, it is in fact really that bad. There's blood gushing from his arm, and his hand is dangling from his arm. So she's like, Oh, okay. I could tell that she really didn't believe me. And that was fine. She didn't have to. She eventually would see that I was not lying. So I get off the phone with them and I continue to pack everything up. By the time they got to us, it had already been like 45 minutes. And my husband wasn't really texting me back. So the panic has really kind of set in more of what the fuck is going on? Is my husband gonna be okay? Is he gonna bleed out? Like, you know what I mean? I'm thinking the worst because, well, I just literally saw the worst, you know. I mean, not exactly the worst, because I guess the worst that could have happened was that he died and he wasn't. So I'm very thankful that that was not the outcome. However, his parents get there and they were not in any type of hurry at all. In fact, I still think like they thought I was lying. So I explained the situation and they're like, well, we don't know if their other son still wanted a race or if he would want to go with us to the hospital or what. So his stepmom ended up driving their camper and their stuff back to their house. And my husband's dad drove our camper and my two kids and our dog all the way back to their house. By the time we got back to their house, it had already been three hours since the accident. And I still haven't really heard much from my husband either, other than he said that he was on his way to strong. So when we got back to their house and unhooked our stuff, I asked them if it was okay if they watched my kids so I could go see my husband. In which they said yes, but wait, because our other son will be getting out of work here soon, and he may want to ride with you guys to the hospital, or he may want to go racing. And so I waited to find out if my husband's brother was going to be going with us or not, in which he didn't. So by the time that I got all the way up to strong where my husband was, it had been four hours after he got hurt and was on the way to the hospital. Um, when they got him there, they assessed him, took an improper x-rays, obviously saw that he needed to have surgery immediately. And so they paged uh their ortho surgeon that was on call, and they had Colton in the emergency room. They took his phone, they took his personal belongings that he had on him and put it in a locker. So I didn't really get to talk to him from the time that he got there to the time that, you know, just before they were about to put him in in surgery. Um, when I saw him, when I got there, it was maybe 10 minutes before the surgeon had got there, and then they wheeled him downstairs for surgery. Um, I got to ride in the elevator down with him to the surgery. We kissed goodbye. Me and my husband's father then went up to the lobby and he said, This is gonna be a while. Do you want to go back home? And I said, Um, sure, let's go back to your house. I will change my clothes because at this point, like I was wearing just like a t-shirt and shorts, and I kind of wanted to be in something a little bit warmer because by now the sun was down and it was nighttime. And so we drove all the way back to his house, which was another hour, and my kids by then have been fed dinner and already bathed and kind of taken a nap, or I think down for the night actually. So then I wanted to be there when he woke up. So I asked them, Do you mind if the kids stay overnight with you as a nice distraction from them, you know, going with me back up to the hospital and seeing their dad in that condition. So they said yes, and they took the kids, and I drove all the way back up there. And by this time it was midnight or later, checked in with the front desk, said, you know, my husband's currently in surgery. They said, yep, here's his number, you can wait over there. By the time that he got out, it was I think like four o'clock in the morning. And they took him right up to it was an ICU, I don't even remember what floor that we were on, but it it was like the trauma unit, I think it was actually. They take him up to the trauma unit and he has a roommate. The roommate is screaming. I don't even know what what their story was, but that was not not a good time. My husband just freshly got out of surgery, he's still groggy. They gave him like an IV that he could like hit a button for pain meds and kind of just said, like, you know, somebody will be in to check out on you guys soon. Here's like a little pull-out mattress that you could sleep on, and so I did that, but within two hours, my husband was awake and like very much in discomfort. Everything seems to be at a blur at this moment, like everything just happened way, way too quickly. So he said that his arm hurt really, really bad, and they just kept saying, like, yeah, you you experienced something really traumatic. Your whole hand was pretty much severed from your arm. And uh your two major forearm bones were sticking out of your arm. So, like, yeah, you're gonna be in a lot of pain, buddy. But they just kept like reassuring us that everything's gonna be okay. Hit this button if you need more medicine. A few hours later, more people have come in and assessed the situation, you know, introduced themselves to me, all of which I don't remember any of their names for the life of me. But at one point, my husband had explained, like, I am in extruse excruciating pain, and this medicine is not helping. And it got to the point where, like, no matter how many times he said this to somebody, like that would come in and check on him, like, no one was really like believing him. It was almost like they thought that he was a drug addict, right? Because they were like, Yeah, whatever. Come to find out that like the medicine that he got a button for was like like some extreme pain medicine. And they they thought that we were like drug addicts or something because he was saying it wasn't helping, and they were like, You're you're kind of getting a huge dose, right? So then somebody comes in and he tells them, like, this is I'm in extru excruciating pain. This is not helping at all. Like, I I think I'm about to lose my mind because I am in so much pain. And the guy, like, actually like listened to us, touched my husband's arm, and was like, Your arm feels very cold. And so he rushes out of the room, and then wouldn't you know, five other doctors rush in too, and so they're doing like their vitals and all this other important stuff, and they're asking my husband a bunch of questions, and he's answering them, and then they're like, We gotta page somebody. So then they page somebody within like 10 minutes. I think it was, they're telling us that we're rushing him down to emergency surgery because they think that he has compartment syndrome, which means like there was so much trauma that happened to his hand that like it was rejecting the metal in his arm. And so it was literally like cutting off all the nerves in his arm, and he was pretty much about to lose or need his arm amputated. So they ended up taking him down to emergency surgery and they filleted his arm back open to relieve the pressure, and that's how they left him. And then he went through, I want to say 12 more surgeries. No, no, no, no, no, no. Let me rewind. He went through 10 more surgeries in the 30 days that we were in the hospital because every time they tried to sew his arm back up, it just wasn't ready to be sewn back up. So, like, the pressure and the tension in his arm needed to like decrease before they could actually close up his whole entire arm. So at one point they ended up doing a skin graft to go over his arm because he had a huge like opening on his forearm, and then there was a little hole of where like the ball part of your wrist is that he had a gaping hole there that they needed to cover. But part of the reason why we were staying in the hospital for so long is because the turf that the track was made out of had cow manure mixed in it. Don't ask me why. I just know this for a fact, and my husband will tell you the same thing when he comes to tell his side of the story of this part. But um that caused an infection in his arm, and so they ended up putting him on Vanko for a long time. And for anybody that doesn't know, Vanko is a very strong antibiotic, it literally clears everything out of your system. So you don't want to be on it for a very long time either. And uh they ended up teaching me how to give him this medicine through his PIC line, and they were getting ready to send us home. Except for every single time that we had a surgery, and they told us, like, oh yeah, we have discharge papers drawn up, like after the surgery, you guys are finally gonna go home. Every single time that happened, he would get out of surgery, and they're like, Ah, guys, we're so sorry. You know, it was always a different story every single time. Someone else dropped the ball here, someone else dropped the ball there, someone else dropped the ball here. So it wasn't until like five surgeries later of them trying to sew up his arm or put on a skin graft or clean out all the infection in his arm that I lost my shit. Because, like I said, we were we were we got there June 30th. At this point, it was probably like 22nd, I think, that he had like the 10th surgery, and they were like, Yeah, after this one, you guys are gonna be able to go home. Aren't you excited to go home? They're like hyping us up, hyping us up to go home. You guys have been here for so long, aren't you excited? And and I was like seeing through this bullshit, right? Like you already gave me the same song and dance four other times. I don't believe you, right? Well, wouldn't you know? The surgery's finished. Quilton gets discharged and he's on his way to it, like discharged from recovery, should I say. And he's being brought back up to his room where we're gonna gather all our belongings and get set home to be a happy little family again, right? He gets up to his room and we call for the nurse, and she's like, Oh, I don't have discharge paperwork for you. Let me tell you, I lost my shit. What do you mean you don't have discharge paperwork? We've been told that we are going home after this surgery. In fact, we've already gone through this song and dance before of, oh, we didn't have the right discharge paperwork for you. That before he went into the surgery, I even asked the nurse on call, the doctor that was on call, everybody that came into our room that day that kept whipping us up saying, You guys ready to go home? Today's the day. After this surgery, you're going home, right? I kept making sure that we weren't going to get the same excuses that we did four other times prior. So when she said, Oh, I don't have discharge paperwork for you. Yeah, I lost my shit. I lost my shit real fucking good. I started screaming and yelling that I hate this fucking place. I hate every single one of you motherfuckers. How dare you lie to us for the fifth time that we were going home when we are in fact not going home? How do you guys have the title of being this prestige fucking hospital and you don't got your shit together? You have literally lied to us five times now that we are going home after a surgery. And no, now we're not. I hope this fucking place burns to the ground. And let me tell you, it wasn't just the nurse that was in the room when I said all this. They ended up calling the social worker up to tell us this too, because it was almost like they knew that I was gonna lose my shit after they told me the fifth time that we weren't getting discharged at home. It was almost they like they knew. They saw it, they saw it in me that I was going to fucking flip my lid. As I did, because how dare you? Not only did you hype us up and say, aren't you guys so excited? You're gonna go home. And then hours later, you pulled the fucking rug out from underneath us and we're not going home. Like, and I I gave you a summary of what I screamed in this hospital because I pulled out all the works. We've been in this hospital for almost 30 days. Five surgeries ago, you started this song and dance of we're gonna go home. We finally get to go home. The lights at the end of the tunnel, we're gonna go home. And then you lied to us. You lied through your fucking teeth to my face. So yeah. Was it my best moment? No, not at all. I'm not proud of it at all. I'm actually really happy that there were like no cameras or anything to like capture me in that moment because yeah, looking back on it, I was embarrassed. I am embarrassed, just to tell you guys that like I lost my shit in the hospital. I came out of character, it looked like a complete Looney Tune. But you know what? Fuck them. Fuck them all. Now, I will tell you, we ended up having to stay a whole nother week because apparently the it's like infectious prevention department is what held us up with getting sent home. They really didn't want to send want to send us home with him on Banko. They really wanted to find out what a better medicine to cure the infection would be and then send us home with that. I don't give a fuck. I don't give a single fuck. I want to go home. I'm tired of being in this hospital. My husband's tired of being in this hospital, my husband's tired of having a catheter, he wants to go to the bathroom like a normal person. I want to go in the bathroom in my own bathroom. I want to eat my own home cooked meals. I do not want to be eating hospital food. I do not want to be bringing fast food in for my husband to eat because the hospital food sucks. I want to be in the comfort of my own home. I want to be figuring out how the fuck we get on from this moment. I just wanted to get it done and over with because let me tell you, staying in the hospital that long fucking sucked. Fucking sucked. And the worst part of it all is that we had just started our registered repair shop and registered dealership just the year prior. So we're new business owners with with clients like vehicles at our shop waiting to get worked on all while this is going on. So, like, not only are we out of our comfort zone because we're not at home and haven't been home for weeks. Well, I mean, I've been going back and forth to check on our kids because my kids were with our babysitter, or then they were with my parents, or I was, you know, checking on our animals, getting clothes for me, like you know what I mean? It's not like the house was completely empty because I was going home every night to be with the kids and sleep in my own bed. However, even just that was like rough. Being away from my husband that long was extremely rough. He was calling us every minute on the minute, crying, wishing that he could be home. And I felt for him, I felt bad for him every single time because for a man that has the hardest time sitting still, he's always on the move, always on the move. Like, I'm not exaggerating when I say this guy gets at least 20,000 steps in a day. I'm not lying at all. He used to have a Fitbit and it used to count it, and he used to crush me in step challenges all the time. All the time. It used to make me so mad. But you know what? I had to stop comparing myself to him. But yeah, just it was very hard, not only for me, but for our kids, for my husband. I thanked my employer up and down a million times, not only because I couldn't apply for FMLA. And so my boss at the time knew everything that was going on. She ended up wrangling everybody in our department together to pitch in and donate some of their PTO so I could be out of work with my husband and still get paid because that was our only income. Without him at the shop fixing people's cars or selling cars, like my job was the only income that we had pulling money in. So of course, like our bills are stacking up. And there's so many people that kept reaching out to us and saying, like, oh, if you need anything, let me know. And yeah, we were in some dark fucking moments that I asked for help. And some of those people fucking turned their backs on us, some of those people shouldn't have turned their backs on us. So to the people that actually like helped us out, forever grateful. There were people that I didn't even know were in our corner that showed up and showed out for us in a moment like that. And I truly, truly appreciate everyone that helped us. Even the ones that helped us and then still felt the need that my not only my life, but my husband's life was like in debt to them for helping us at a time like that. Because unfortunately, no matter how many bad things that I've gone through in my life, there will always be people that are ready and able to help you, but then expect you to devote the rest of your life to helping them. And I just think that's kind of gross as well. Because yes, we are supposed to help our neighbors when we have an abundance and can help our neighbors, but at the same time, like for it to be expected always, like is just gross to me. There was a lot of times that I kept questioning why the universe, why God would do that to us. Why did we have to go through all of that? Right? And there are so many lessons within that whole story. A lot of it is that we can get through hard things because it we definitely did not know that we were going to be able to get through that. We had no faith that we were gonna get through that, but we loved each other, and that's all that really mattered to us. So yeah, we just bunkered down and did what we could and had faith that as long as we stuck together, that we would somehow get through it, and we did. There was a lot of unknowns that we were battling, whether that be people that pretended like they were in our corner, or just like even just the infection still lingering in his system, like that was just something that we obviously needed to wait out and not rush into healing. But thinking back on it now, now that we are nine years, no, eight years past it, I used to question why the universe did that to us. And I just read a quote the other day that kind of just like solidified that all for me. So, like the universe never says no, right? It always says yes, or not right now, or I have something better for you. So I like to think that that whole experience was very traumatic, not only for me and my kids, but for my husband as well. But it strengthened our bond together. Like that was the beginning of us knowing that like the shittiest fucking things could happen to us, and we're still gonna power through together. I definitely have to say, like, the universe definitely had better things in mind for us than where we were before that accident. Just even when hard shit, when you're going through hard shit, doesn't make any sense, just try so, so hard to keep the faith that the universe isn't isn't trying to disappoint you. It just has something better in store for you. You may not understand it in the moment, but later on, when you're reflecting back, it will all come full circle. You'll understand why things happen the way that they did. So let's get into our horoscope hype for this episode, and then we can get in with our tarot card reading, and then we could be done for this episode. So we're gonna start with Aries. Aries, if you can love yourself more than the idea of other people loving you, you're on to something. The more self-love that you can give yourself, the more beautiful life starts to become. Taurus, it's okay if things are going differently than what you had planned. It's okay if your life is taking turns you never could have producted. It's also okay if you're feeling overwhelmed. Remember, there's no rule book for existing. Just continue living your truth. I promise everything is gonna be okay. Gemini, chances are the best days of your life haven't even happened yet. You're inspiring people without even noticing it. The dreams that you're going to fulfill haven't even entered your mind yet. The success you're going to experience is going to take your breath away. Don't forget you're extraordinary and completely capable of achieving greatness. Set your standards high and walk with your head held even higher. Stop dulling your shine. Answers. I know life can get hard sometimes, but I need you to know that you have everything within you that you need to be okay. Trust your timing, trust your intuition, trust your journey. You're flourishing. Leos, I hope you never lose your magic and that it remains inside your soul right until the very end. I hope you continue to illuminate the world around you with your authenticity. And I hope that life just continues getting more and more beautiful as you step through it. Virgo, you can do absolutely anything you put your mind to. I know it's cliche, but it's true. You possess every single capability you need to smash every single one of your goals to set up your dream life. You're so much more powerful than you give yourself credit for. Please don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Libras, I hope you end up with the life you always dreamed of living. I hope you wake up in the morning with a peaceful mind and happiness in your heart. I hope you find love so healthy that you feel a type of safety that you haven't ever felt before. Scorpios, there is courage in your ab there is courage in your ability to apologize. But there is strength in your ability to cry. Stop forgetting that there is growth to be found in the darkest corners of your hardest days and happiness to be found everywhere you look. Remember, your perception is everything. Sagittarius, instead of tying your worth to productivity, success, and the number of friends you have, attribute it to how well you look after yourself. This is true self-respect, and it has the power to completely change your life. Capricorns, your existence makes this world a much brighter place. Thank you for illuminating everything around you with your heart. This planet needs your energy. Aquarius, stop comparing your life to what you see on social media. There is no rush. Your journey is completely curated just for you. You're in your own lane and you're smashing it. Stop letting comparison steal your shine. And last but not least, Pisces. I assure you, appreciating someone's beauty doesn't diminish your own. Acknowledging and valuing beauty in all forms only enhances its own radiance. Alright, so let's get into our tarot card poll for this episode. I hope you guys are fucking crushing it on your goals this year or the rest of this year. And if you're not crushing your goals and you're just kinda, you know, taking a moment to relax and reflect, I hope you're having a great time doing that as well. I hope you're just finding beauty in the small things. We don't always have to be rushing or moving to achieve something in order to live a good life. All right, and the card that we pulled is the sun. The sun radiates positivity and joy, symbolizing happiness, vitality, and success. It represents warmth, fun, and celebration, suggesting a time of pleasure and rebirth. This card embodies the essence of all is well, signifying joyous achievements, which, yes, doesn't really go hand in hand with the story I told you about my husband crashing his dirt bike and it changing our whole world. However, we tried to stay positive the best that we could and we stuck together and we were letting our love lead us through all the bad. And I really feel like that is the whole energy of the sun, is that like you just embody this essence of all is gonna be well. We're not focusing on the negative things that continue to happen, but we're focusing on the bigger picture, and that was just that we wanted to be together as a family of four again and not within the four walls of the hospital. And we got there. It took us some time, but we got there. So hopefully I didn't traumatize anybody with the story, but um, yeah, I just wanted to give a little insight to like some shit that we've gone through and battled through, and that's not even half of the stuff that I've gone through that that I could talk about on here. There, I just I want to inspire you guys that like even when you're at your darkest fucking moment, like you have it within you to get through it. Like until God decides, like, no, your time is done on this earth, like you have every opportunity to change your perspective and change your reality. Like, yeah, you can't change it in an instant. Like, me thinking positive didn't just transform us out of the hospital room, it didn't make my husband's arm get better. However, the more that I was positive and held on to my good intentions of I just want to be with my family, I just want to love my family outside of this hospital, we eventually got there. So I just really want to inspire you guys to keep holding on to the light at the end of the tunnel. You don't even have to be in a hard moment right now, but like I just really want you to always know that like your perspective projects your reality. So hold on to your good intentions and you're gonna keep creating the reality that you want. All right. Now that I am done talking, also because I haven't said this in a while. If you love this podcast or you love me, or you just love listening to me talk, please, please, please give me a review wherever you listen to podcasts. Or just, you know, share that you're listening to the podcast with your friends. It will entice other people to listen in. I mean, I always say that I'm trying to inspire people, but it's really a snowball effect. If I inspire you, you have the opportunity to inspire another who then can be inspired, inspire another person, and the chain reaction just keeps on going. So if you definitely love this podcast, go give me a review wherever you listen to this podcast. Go follow me on socials, on Facebook if you got it, Instagram if that's where you're at, or TikTok. I'm on all three. And uh yeah, if you need to know where I'm at on Instagram or TikTok, it's in the show notes. But um, I think the closer that we get to our one-year anniversary, I think I might just like change it up a little bit. I'm not quite sure yet. Or I might just continue to do everything that I've been doing. I don't know. Give me your feedback. I'd love to hear your feedback. But I hope you're having a great week. And if not, do all that you can to change it around. I'm rooting for you. I love you. Bye.