The only reason I know what day it is is thanks to my pill dispenser.
Henry has been hurting today. Or more correct is my knee. Thankfully Tara let me leave work early today, because it just has NOT been working for me today.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
There Really Isn't a Dull Moment With You
A good family friend said the above quote to me this past Sunday when I told him about cutting my finger with the bread knife. He sort of laughed at me because he knew about Henry and this whole inside problems
That quote however perfectly embodies my life this afternoon.
After getting my blood drawn and being told I was not needed at work tonight, I realized what a beautiful day it was. I did not want to do the whole exercise thing without anyone home, ya know in case I get hurt, so I figured now that Mom was home, I could go for a little bike ride. Because it's beautiful ya know? WELP, in preparations for said bike ride, and to ease my mother's mind, I decided to make a little note on my hand.
I thought this would ease her mind a little, because in case anything WERE to happen to me, at least the EMTs would know that 1. I was on blood thinners and 2. That number could be called to help a girl out.
Overall it felt GREAT exercising again (first real time since the whole adventure began) although my legs KILLED after. You know when you live in the woods/suburbs when you go by roadkill which completely grossed me out. Luckily I was on a bike this time and not running by which I have done as well. I had to walk the bike up the hill. If you have ever been to my house, you would understand.
That quote however perfectly embodies my life this afternoon.
After getting my blood drawn and being told I was not needed at work tonight, I realized what a beautiful day it was. I did not want to do the whole exercise thing without anyone home, ya know in case I get hurt, so I figured now that Mom was home, I could go for a little bike ride. Because it's beautiful ya know? WELP, in preparations for said bike ride, and to ease my mother's mind, I decided to make a little note on my hand.
Final Four Bound
Uconn has two teams in the Final Four. And while the girl's basketball team was expected to do well in the tournament, it's the men team that has shocked the nation behind our star, Kemba Walker.
Okay, so I'm a typical Uconn fan who has too much pride in their team if they are fans of basketball. I know plenty of people who graduated from Uconn like myself and have no interest in our sports teams. But I have stuck by the team throughout the years, thanks to growing up watching the basketball games with my family.
The beginning of this year looked like 2006, where basically the whole team was freshmen and underclassmen with very little experience. Unlike 2006 though, we have Kemba Walker who has shocked all those who doubted us at the beginning of the year and brought the team not only the Big East Championship but now as the highest ranking team in the Final Four.
The reason this team has been so successful is due to Kemba Walker (Number 15 in the picture above). He basically dominates every game and his name comes up more so then any other player on the court. He is getting all sorts of awards this year and is on track to graduate early which more then likely means he's going to the NBA. Any fan should wish that he ends up staying but after the season he has had, he will be leaving. When I was a senior at Uconn, my roommate and I would talk about how he constantly messed up, dribbling into traffic and losing the ball. Now, he has learned to protect the ball and he makes shots that I can not believe actually go in.
Jeremy Lamb, the freshman pictured with Kemba, has become my favorite player on the team. Now all of the freshmen are pretty awesome, they are all really good players, and step up. HOWEVER, Lamb is a silent killer, he just does things amazingly with little to no reaction. See that face in the picture? That's the face he has when he just sinks a HUGE three, or even on news reports. He is NOT affected by the hype at all. Kemba has a confident swag about him, but Lamb's swag is so quiet that if you don't pay attention, you don't notice it.
Unlike most people who cheer for professional teams, I love college basketball. Saturday means Final Four time, with no teams who were expected to make it to the end are in the mix. And now I will be watching, with my friends more then likely laughing at me, at my favorite place on Saturday. Come enjoy the show on Saturday....
Okay, so I'm a typical Uconn fan who has too much pride in their team if they are fans of basketball. I know plenty of people who graduated from Uconn like myself and have no interest in our sports teams. But I have stuck by the team throughout the years, thanks to growing up watching the basketball games with my family.
Jeremy Lamb, the freshman pictured with Kemba, has become my favorite player on the team. Now all of the freshmen are pretty awesome, they are all really good players, and step up. HOWEVER, Lamb is a silent killer, he just does things amazingly with little to no reaction. See that face in the picture? That's the face he has when he just sinks a HUGE three, or even on news reports. He is NOT affected by the hype at all. Kemba has a confident swag about him, but Lamb's swag is so quiet that if you don't pay attention, you don't notice it.
Unlike most people who cheer for professional teams, I love college basketball. Saturday means Final Four time, with no teams who were expected to make it to the end are in the mix. And now I will be watching, with my friends more then likely laughing at me, at my favorite place on Saturday. Come enjoy the show on Saturday....
Monday, March 28, 2011
Long Live the Walls We Crashed Through I've Had the Time of My Life With You
Thank you.
No two simple worlds that contain more gratitude and emotion than my family or I can even begin to express. I can't speak for my family, but I can for me. And I can honestly say those two small English words can not begin to cover the gratefulness I could like to share with the people in my life.
As most of you know, or anyone who has spent more than five minutes with me, this year has been a very trying time. Go back many entries to the very first post, and as you continue to read this blog, you will dive into a terrified girl's world. Yes, I was over dramatic at times, but when I was down, I felt the hits kept coming.
Three months after this crazy journey began, I'm still not completely cured and do not know if I ever will be one hundred percent back to how I was. But I'm getting treated and better than I felt at the end of December.
But I wanted to take time not to update about silly blood work, or doctor's visits. I wanted to thank you. The person sitting at your computer reading this.
Throughout this journey, I do not know what I would have done without the support of my family, friends, people who love my parents that don't really know me. I have gotten cards, emails, text messages, posts, phone calls, visits and so much more well wishes that it literally shocked me. I always knew I was loved but this tough road proved it; I have some great people on my side.
The support is what got me through most of those early days. I became a hermit. Ashamed of what I was going through and at a loss of words to convey the seriousness of it all. When I was at a low, often one of you brought me back with a kind message that had been passed along. Happy/grateful tears almost always emerged. Ask my parents. I was a blubbering baby.
Speaking of, my two solid supports. Mom and Dad. They have been with me through it all, my rocks. I have not seen them cry once, and yet they have been there to wipe my tears away and provide a never ending hug. When I wanted to quit, they wouldn't let me and knowing they were by my side helped me continue. I know this whole thing has not been a walk in the park for them, I have been a pain in the ass a lot, have been unnecessarily mean due to frustration and the fact that they were there for me to take it out on. And yet they stayed next to me.
Mom and Dad, I love you more then you know and owe my sanity to you. I promise to not forget this when you guys get older. I owe you tons.
To my friends, near and far, thank you. Thank you for taking me out. Thank you for making me laugh and smile. Thank you for dealing with me when Henry flairs up. Thanks for getting me food. Even if it means getting yelled at by Meggie. Thank you for doing things for me when I was incapable of it. Thanks for listening and trying to understand. Thanks for the out of state visits and surprises. Thanks especially for just being you when I needed normality in my life.
This may seem like a final post to this blog, but it's not. I love writing, and sharing my writing with others. And let's face it, Henry and the insides have a lot of explaining to do. Once I'm off these silly blood thinners, that's when the real fun and tests begin. And while it's not going to be pretty, I hope you sometimes check back to see how this crazy roller coaster journey I'm on is going. I promise it won't be boring.
But I wanted to thank you all: my parents, brother, Nana, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, the Woodmont family, family friends, my friends, Mom and Dad's coworkers, bosses, coworkers, people who barely know me, and anyone who I may have accidentally forgot, thank you EVERYONE for your support and well wishes.
Thank you.
Those two simple words that I don't feel like can even begin to show my appreciation to all of you.
P.S. The title is from Long Live by Taylor Swift. Go check it out.
No two simple worlds that contain more gratitude and emotion than my family or I can even begin to express. I can't speak for my family, but I can for me. And I can honestly say those two small English words can not begin to cover the gratefulness I could like to share with the people in my life.
As most of you know, or anyone who has spent more than five minutes with me, this year has been a very trying time. Go back many entries to the very first post, and as you continue to read this blog, you will dive into a terrified girl's world. Yes, I was over dramatic at times, but when I was down, I felt the hits kept coming.
Three months after this crazy journey began, I'm still not completely cured and do not know if I ever will be one hundred percent back to how I was. But I'm getting treated and better than I felt at the end of December.
But I wanted to take time not to update about silly blood work, or doctor's visits. I wanted to thank you. The person sitting at your computer reading this.
Throughout this journey, I do not know what I would have done without the support of my family, friends, people who love my parents that don't really know me. I have gotten cards, emails, text messages, posts, phone calls, visits and so much more well wishes that it literally shocked me. I always knew I was loved but this tough road proved it; I have some great people on my side.
The support is what got me through most of those early days. I became a hermit. Ashamed of what I was going through and at a loss of words to convey the seriousness of it all. When I was at a low, often one of you brought me back with a kind message that had been passed along. Happy/grateful tears almost always emerged. Ask my parents. I was a blubbering baby.
Speaking of, my two solid supports. Mom and Dad. They have been with me through it all, my rocks. I have not seen them cry once, and yet they have been there to wipe my tears away and provide a never ending hug. When I wanted to quit, they wouldn't let me and knowing they were by my side helped me continue. I know this whole thing has not been a walk in the park for them, I have been a pain in the ass a lot, have been unnecessarily mean due to frustration and the fact that they were there for me to take it out on. And yet they stayed next to me.
Mom and Dad, I love you more then you know and owe my sanity to you. I promise to not forget this when you guys get older. I owe you tons.
To my friends, near and far, thank you. Thank you for taking me out. Thank you for making me laugh and smile. Thank you for dealing with me when Henry flairs up. Thanks for getting me food. Even if it means getting yelled at by Meggie. Thank you for doing things for me when I was incapable of it. Thanks for listening and trying to understand. Thanks for the out of state visits and surprises. Thanks especially for just being you when I needed normality in my life.
This may seem like a final post to this blog, but it's not. I love writing, and sharing my writing with others. And let's face it, Henry and the insides have a lot of explaining to do. Once I'm off these silly blood thinners, that's when the real fun and tests begin. And while it's not going to be pretty, I hope you sometimes check back to see how this crazy roller coaster journey I'm on is going. I promise it won't be boring.
But I wanted to thank you all: my parents, brother, Nana, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, the Woodmont family, family friends, my friends, Mom and Dad's coworkers, bosses, coworkers, people who barely know me, and anyone who I may have accidentally forgot, thank you EVERYONE for your support and well wishes.
Thank you.
Those two simple words that I don't feel like can even begin to show my appreciation to all of you.
P.S. The title is from Long Live by Taylor Swift. Go check it out.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The New Normal
Dad told me the other day I have to start getting used to the new normal.
With the start of spring upon us, I have to begin to become comfortable with my new normal. This means regular doctor's visits and blood work to be done. This means having my doctors programed into my phone. I am pretty sure I am the only one amongst my friends who has doctors programed into their cell phones.
This means having my medication in a weekly pill dispenser. New normal means having to double check every time I leave the house that I have my medicines, especially my blood thinners around dinner time.
It means standing in the kitchen beginning to cry when you accidently cut your finger when cutting rolls for dinner. This just occurred. I tried to keep my tears in and let Mom and Dad get food while I stood there with a napkin wrapped around my finger. Don't worry kids, the cut was similar to a paper cut, but it was still heart stopping.
My new normal is not something I'm happy to try to become comfortable with. But I guess being uncomfortable is the reason why I have a new normal. I just hope that eventually I don't have to take so many pills, or have to worry about getting cuts.
PS GO UCONN
With the start of spring upon us, I have to begin to become comfortable with my new normal. This means regular doctor's visits and blood work to be done. This means having my doctors programed into my phone. I am pretty sure I am the only one amongst my friends who has doctors programed into their cell phones.
This means having my medication in a weekly pill dispenser. New normal means having to double check every time I leave the house that I have my medicines, especially my blood thinners around dinner time.
It means standing in the kitchen beginning to cry when you accidently cut your finger when cutting rolls for dinner. This just occurred. I tried to keep my tears in and let Mom and Dad get food while I stood there with a napkin wrapped around my finger. Don't worry kids, the cut was similar to a paper cut, but it was still heart stopping.
My new normal is not something I'm happy to try to become comfortable with. But I guess being uncomfortable is the reason why I have a new normal. I just hope that eventually I don't have to take so many pills, or have to worry about getting cuts.
PS GO UCONN
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Might As Well Start Another Book
Last night I could not fall asleep. I had finished Assholes Finish First earlier in the night, and there was nothing good on television. Between the hours of two and four there is nothing on. Trust me.
My mom had been reading a book that I read a review about in People magazine. It is the complete opposite of the Tucker Max story. If Tucker Max was everything awful about our society, this next book I wanted to read was all about hope for our society, told from a father of a four year old boy.
I started it last night. Finished it this afternoon. To say this book was amazing is an understatement. Maybe I liked it more because I have been going through this very difficult journey and have questioned why this all was happening to me. Todd let's us into his family during this quick read during one of the most trying and learning years of their lives. Okay, maybe it wasn't really the most learning years of their life, but I feel like their then four year old son has taught them, along with anyone who reads this story, a lot about believing in God and heaven.
I don't know if people who aren't really religious will enjoy this book but I really do want to recommend it to the people who read this. I'm not overly religious; I do believe in God and Heaven and everything but I unfortunately do not go to Church every week like I'm supposed to. This book however made me realize that things happen for a reason and even those who have a close relationship with God sometimes question why they are put under the pressure and tests that God presents us all. After reading this, I want to meet Colton, who is now in middle school, to just shake his hand and tell him that this story could not come out at a better time. For a girl who has been questioning why she is going through things, I am extremely thankful that I was able to read this book and learn from it.
While it's not something my mother or I owns, I would seriously consider purchasing this book for the future in the event that I just need reassurance that things do happen for a reason. Who knew a four year old from the mid West would be one of my biggest teachers of the year.
My mom had been reading a book that I read a review about in People magazine. It is the complete opposite of the Tucker Max story. If Tucker Max was everything awful about our society, this next book I wanted to read was all about hope for our society, told from a father of a four year old boy.
I don't know if people who aren't really religious will enjoy this book but I really do want to recommend it to the people who read this. I'm not overly religious; I do believe in God and Heaven and everything but I unfortunately do not go to Church every week like I'm supposed to. This book however made me realize that things happen for a reason and even those who have a close relationship with God sometimes question why they are put under the pressure and tests that God presents us all. After reading this, I want to meet Colton, who is now in middle school, to just shake his hand and tell him that this story could not come out at a better time. For a girl who has been questioning why she is going through things, I am extremely thankful that I was able to read this book and learn from it.
While it's not something my mother or I owns, I would seriously consider purchasing this book for the future in the event that I just need reassurance that things do happen for a reason. Who knew a four year old from the mid West would be one of my biggest teachers of the year.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
It's Charming to Do Three Posts in a Day
Remember a few weeks back, when I posted a rant about my different doctors? At least I believe I posted it, it may have just been a rant to my parents and friends, and never made it to the blog. But I was annoyed with my doctors because I had three doctors who were not talking to one another to try to figure out what is/was wrong with me. For the sick patient, it was extremely difficult to go to each doctor and have to reexplain everything going on with me, and have to hold their hands because they aren't communicating.
Unfortunately, I seem to be dealing with a similar situation right now that has nothing to do with my medical issues. Well actually, there is always the possibility that I have that going on but I'm not aware of it at this moment. Nope at this moment, I have this stupid non communication going on causing me headache, even though it should have been all figured out before I was ever told anything.
Basically I'm not going to have a day off for until the following week. And I don't mean this one coming up. And while I would be fine with this if I was making more money, right now I'm not. Right now I'm dealing with miscommunication again and instead of people of authority figuring it out before bringing information to me, I have to figure it out. I don't want to really do that, but in order for my own well being, I have to.
I know life is not easy, but to not give any details, to just throw someone in something without explaining any real details to anyone, ESPECIALLY me, it's not fair.
I'm going to wear myself out. I'm going to stress myself out and make myself feel worse. And I'm sorry I'm number one in this case. And I'm not planning on doing it. I just do not want to be pulled in two different directions.
Unfortunately, I seem to be dealing with a similar situation right now that has nothing to do with my medical issues. Well actually, there is always the possibility that I have that going on but I'm not aware of it at this moment. Nope at this moment, I have this stupid non communication going on causing me headache, even though it should have been all figured out before I was ever told anything.
Basically I'm not going to have a day off for until the following week. And I don't mean this one coming up. And while I would be fine with this if I was making more money, right now I'm not. Right now I'm dealing with miscommunication again and instead of people of authority figuring it out before bringing information to me, I have to figure it out. I don't want to really do that, but in order for my own well being, I have to.
I know life is not easy, but to not give any details, to just throw someone in something without explaining any real details to anyone, ESPECIALLY me, it's not fair.
I'm going to wear myself out. I'm going to stress myself out and make myself feel worse. And I'm sorry I'm number one in this case. And I'm not planning on doing it. I just do not want to be pulled in two different directions.
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