The Blonde Egyptian

Most people don't know how The Blonde Egyptian came about. Sometimes finding your "why" is a force of nature more than a subtle stumble upon. About 3 years ago, I was a single mom to the most adorable 6 year old. "A" was in still stuck in Egypt and had been for about a year at this point. Dealing with immigration and that circus of monkeys, working almost 11 hours a day, and having my child raised by a lovely woman who's name might have been Towanda (I can't remember but her nails were long enough to be submitted to the Guiness book of world records), was starting to get to me. By get to me, I really mean crippling anxiety attacks, 7 doctors who couldn't figure out what was wrong with me and why I was so sick all the time, and finally a phenomenal naturopathic doctor out of Denver that figured out I had adrenal fatigue so bad they were on the verge of shutting down. She put me on medical leave that ended up lasting about 5 months and entailed more