I'm very proud of all that I accomplished today. The list of activities was long; health things for work, cruise things, packing, cleaning my room.
While that list may not seem extensive, I often get side tracked and leave half of said list "to do tomorrow". And we all know how that story goes; tomorrow the items never get accomplished either.
Anyway, upon taking a "Wellness Review" to see how healthy I am, the computer generated that I am 54 points out of 100. Thank you machine that calculates my well being after some simple questions that either require a "yes" or "no" or pick between 1 and 5.
I'm going to try and be more positive though with this health thing. First, I don't have the pressure of $500 charge because I didn't get something accomplished. Instead I got it done months in advance. Second, after the cruise, I'm going gluten free. I'm lucky enough not to have an allergy like many people I know who have to go gluten free. Instead I'm doing it for my health and fingers crossed, it'll make the inflammation go down. Also after the cruise, I plan on working out more. I may not join a gym, but I don't think it's really necessary to join a gym to be healthier and work out more. First, spring is almost here and I'm going to try to get back into running. And I really want to try Yoga....I think the whole stretching your body and learning to breathe correctly is a wonderful way to destress.
So this is my promise to myself, to become healthier starting mid-March when I return from my trip. It's my body, why don't I try to start taking the best care of it possible?
I'm a lucky girl. Yes, I know this statement may seem very weird coming from a girl who just returned from the hospital with the news that she has two blood clots in her leg. But I'm lucky because I have amazing friends, family, coworkers, and even acquaintances who really just want me to get better. This whole network of people who have reached out to myself, my parents, or even my brother to send well wishes and words of encouragement. It's mind blowing.
I have always tried to be truthful in this blog and I'm going to try my best in this post. When I went to the hospital the other day, I was so fed up with my stomach. I cried to my dad that Monday night asking why does this particular stupid stomach problem have to happen to a girl who loves food. And I mean LOVE food. How many girls do you know who has a food bucket list? Not many. But I cried because my stomach hurt. I cried because I have to put my parents through this. I cried because I keep having to answer the "are you okay" question that is necessary for those who are concerned but gets tiring for those who are the ones being asked. And I cried for the fact that I will never be one hundred percent healthy again for the rest of my life. This colitsis this affects so many people, and I just need to buck up and deal with it.
So going to the hospital to get this whole thing squared away......I was pumped. Never in my life did I think that I would have to go through that whole winter fiasco again. But here I am, with my leg up and the size of my thigh (okay, that may be a little understatement, but it is pretty swollen).
This time though, the whole thing feels different.
I'm stronger then I was that December/January; I mean I'm still walking, even if it's a little painful, I'm still walking. I would like to think I have a little swag in my step now. If someone knows of a cane that we can pimp out, then you know where to find me. Plus, I don't plan on just sitting around and letting the world go on around me. I plan on living life no matter what, and not hide in a shell. Unlike last time, I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself and just think "It happened again; now let's deal with it."
I'm not going to lie to you all. I am not happy this has happened to me and this time around we are demanding answers. I'm going to find out why I keep getting blood clots because two at the age of 25 is a little much don't you think? And the pain in the leg sucks, along with having to get those stupid shots in my stomach. Sorry Dad that you have to do those again by the by. But I'm going to keep my head up high and the smile on my face bright because there is no way in HELL I'm letting this thing beat me again.
I did it once, and I will do it again. With the biggest support system in MY corner, cheering me on every single step I take and every meal I'm able to eat without being in pain.
It's a new me ladies and gentlemen, and that starts with checking stuff off of my bucket list.
And the first thing to be taken off of my bucket list? Getting a tattoo.
Yes, I finally took the plunge and got the tattoo last night. Thanks to my wonderful friends who scheduled the appointment and held my hand, I was able to get through it. Go figure it wasn't as awful as I expected. Also go figure I wasn't as anxious as I thought I would be. I held Shannon's hand when it first started because I wasn't sure what to expect. Then I held her hand when he first started coloring the thing in.
But honestly? It's really pretty and it's HUGE that I actually went through with it. I mean, I have wanted this for a while, and when we were sitting around Otools (I think?) I didn't think it would actually happen. It was just an agreement during drinks right? Nope, the new me champed it and can not wait to get another one (Sorry dad......).
Now onto jumping off Signal over the summer, and taking on a whole bunch of restaurants for the food aspect of my bucket list.
P.S. pictures to come......the ones I have aren't anything amazing, also known as the one that was taken right after getting it done.
For those who are closest to me, my desire for a tattoo has been discussed many times, with no date set for a variety of reasons. Blood thinners, lack of funds, lack of guts.
I've made a decision though. While the holiday season tends to take a lot of money outta a person, I plan on putting some money aside.
And I've decided, with the help of someone actually making the date because I don't think I'm going to be that brave, the date.
What would be more perfect then the year anniversary I had to go to the hospital because of Henry?
So there it is. December 27th if I don't have the tattoo on my hip, I'm going to be extremely upset with myself
