Monthly Archives: August 2015

Currently

I’m currently…

-Wishing summer could stay around forever. I hate letting go of longer days!

-Craving the Thai iced coffee from Hopscotch. It’s soooo good.

-Feeling busier than I have in awhile with my students back and work really picking back up to a high speed.

-Looking forward to my 30th, which is officially 1 month away!

-Watching The Office re-runs non-stop. Even though Tim and I occasionally take breaks from it, we always go back to this show. Michael Gary Scott forever.

-Eating all the avocados, all the time.

-Desperately trying to fit everything I can from my 29 before 30 list in the next month, but quickly realizing that’s probably not going to happen. And feeling totally ok about that because it’s been an epic year.

List accomplishments as of last post:

  • I made the world’s best BLTs the other day, and I made the bacon this way– game-changer, seriously. I also made these maple dijon roasted carrots last week and they were so good. Roasted carrots are perhaps my all-time favorite vegetable side dish. Then, I made this super-delicious Greek-style rice that I served with tzatziki-marinated chicken.
  • I got busy on watching some movies! It may be hard to believe, but I’d never seen Gone With the Wind. I finally watched the 1939 Best Picture winner two weekends ago, and although I definitely complained about the length a few times, I’m really glad to have watched it. I also watched the 2014 winner, Birdman (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance). It is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time, and Michael Keaton is amazing in it! And finally, I saw 1956’s Around the World in 80 Days.  It was neat to see all the cameos, but was really kind of meh. Underwhelming.
  • I’ve stayed up with writing and taking photos.
  • I totally forgot to list concert #4 from all the back in May when Tim and I saw Brazilbilly at Robert’s Western World in Nashville. We also just saw concert #5 two weeks ago, which was Gillian Welch and David Rawlings at the Bluebird here in Bloomington. It was a really special show! Tim and I went out for dinner and drinks beforehand, so it was a really nice date night.

Taking Care of Yourself

I’m not really sure why, but I struggle sometimes to put myself first. I constantly think about and worry about the loved ones in my life, and it truly comes second nature to prioritize them over all other things. And when one of those loved ones is having some sort of problem, I’m quick to remind them to take care of themselves and put their needs first. But when the script is flipped and it’s me in some sort of distress, I can tend to approach it with this “maybe if I just ignore it, it’ll go away” mentality.

Don’t get me wrong– I’m not saying I don’t complain. I certainly don’t broadcast problems to any and everyone, but I definitely vent to my husband and occasionally family and best friend. But if I am totally honest, I do a lot of my suffering in silence. I have this thing where I worry about bothering people, being a burden to them, or wasting their time. Recently I learned a really valuable lesson that I need to do a better job of taking care of myself despite those worries.

I am currently recovering from a little medical thing. I hesitate to call it an emergency because it was definitely not like my life was on the line, but let’s just say I was not well. Nope, you know what. I’m going to share it because I often feel there is silence around women’s health issues, and they can frequently be brushed under the rug. I had an ovarian cyst rupture, and it was TERRIBLE.

It all started about three weeks ago, when I noticed that I was just not feeling great. At all. I kept thinking it’s nothing, it’ll go away, but with each passing day I would feel a little worse. Although I could pinpoint a few symptoms, the worse part was that I just didn’t feel like myself. We all know when we are sick, like with a cold or the flu or sinus infections, we don’t have the same energy or appetite as usual and that we don’t feel super well. But this was different. I didn’t even feel the way I feel when I’m sick… I just felt… off. Not like me. It’s hard to explain. When I told Tim this, he was pretty insistent that I make a doctor’s appointment. My friend’s and family were the same. After some hemming and hawing, I did finally make one– but I couldn’t get in for about a month. I accepted this and tried to move on. I went on about my days per usual, but I kept feeling worse. And then, I developed some pretty intense pain in my lower right abdomen.

After a few days of this pain, everything finally came to a head. It was pretty clear I needed some immediate medical attention, but I continued to put it off, not wanting to “overreact in case it’s nothing.” Luckily, those close to me who knew what was going on kept gently encouraging me to go ahead to the hospital to get it checked out. Friday morning, I finally listened, and went to the ER. After an awful lot of time in the ER where the doctors and nurses around me felt certain it was my appendix, I finally found out that it was a ruptured cyst. I felt relieved knowing what was wrong, but I don’t think the doctor I saw there fully prepared me for how long it would take me to recover and how bad I would continue to feel. I left the hospital thinking I would be better in a day or two, but that was just not the case. Several more days passed of the same amount of pain and feeling really bad.

Finally, I decided to take the time off work and do what I really needed to do– rest and take care of myself. I laid around with a heating pad for days, wondering if I’d ever feel normal again. I made an appointment to see my gynecologist, and she could not have been more helpful. It’s not like she gave me some miracle cure (because with ruptures, all you can really do is wait to feel better), but she listened to me and reassured me that my pain and discomfort were totally normal. She also did something so nice: she apologized that I had to go through something like this. She encouraged me to keep resting and taking it easy, to listen to my body, and reminded me that it was still going to take time to fully heal. After about 4 straight days of rest, I’m finally really feeling on the mend and have been improving with each passing day. Thank goodness.

This whole situation has really been a huge learning experience for me. I’ve learned a valuable lesson about listening to your instincts and putting yourself first sometimes, especially when it comes to your health. I’ve learned a whole new level of love and care from my friends and family and especially my husband. I’ve learned the value of rest. I’ve learned that sometimes women’s health issues aren’t taken as seriously by some, but also that there are really great doctors out there that do care.

I tend to be a little more private, and I went back and forth about whether or not to write about this. I mean, I know that only about 5 people read this, and most of those 5 people are close enough to me that they already knew what I was going through. But still– this was sharing some personal stuff. Ultimately, it just seems like my experience was real, and it deserved a voice. And maybe even one person will be reminded to take better care of themselves.

List accomplishments as of last post:

  • Three weeks ago, I made this glorious cacio e pepe. Due to not being well most of the last 2 weeks, I didn’t make a new recipe, but Sunday was Tim’s birthday so I made him dinner Saturday night with this awesome recipe for grilled pizza dough. I also made this amazing Milk Bar birthday cake on Sunday.
  • Having lots of bed rest recently gave me time to watch 1927’s Best Picture winner, Wings. It was the first ever Best Picture winner, and also the only silent film to win until 2011’s The Artist. I also watched 1971’s The French Connection.  I totally should have watched more Best Picture winners, but I mostly watched trashy television and slept.
  • I tried to keep up on writing, but I definitely dropped off on taking very many pictures. I’m barely over a month left and I still have so many things to tackle on my list….I’m getting nervous I won’t make it!