what's new. 9

Phew!  Friends, I made it.  I am officially at the last day of radioactive antibiotics, and wrapping up my week of drinking more water.  I'm not sure if it was because I went in to the week expecting the worst, or because it wasn't that bad, but this week was actually pretty great.  I've been trying to pinpoint exactly why everything went so well, and why even with such a busy week, a full social calendar, and not a drop of dairy or alcohol in sight, I'm at the other end looking back with a smile on my face.

I think one huge thing that happened (which gets it a whole paragraph, and not just a bullet point) is that I discovered how little I actually listen to my body.  I think most of us are guilty of that.  We're slaves to alarms, work meetings, grabbing lunch when we can, mindlessly vegging in front of t.v. if we get a chance, not listening to our tired worn out bodies telling us to take a breath.  With the world outside blaring so loud in my ear, its become harder and harder to hear the little things my body has been trying to tell me.  In having to be really diligent about what I ate and what I drank, when I ate or drank it, and having to stop what I was doing every few hours to take a pill,  I  effectively spent all day checking in on myself.  Here's the crazy thing:  the world didn't stop spinning, I still got everything done, and at the end of the week I am a much happier girl than I thought I would be.

Here are a few other things I learned:

-I spent 3 nights going out, and I had just as much fun with a club soda as I would have with a beer.

-I may have bemoaned drinking so much water that I thought I would drown, but my skin looks amazing.

-If I even think of getting scared at the doctor, or dentist, or grocery store, I promise to call.*

-I'm leaving the coffee at home.  (I'm just trying this one.) I'll have coffee at my place, but the rest of the day is for water.

-I really can't do it all by myself, but that doesn't mean I won't try.  I will, however, remember to ask for help if I need it.


*You guys, thank you for the nice words.  I am so grateful for the reminder, of who to rely on and how awesome you are!

Reasons to be happy...

In no particular order:
1.  The 'Mustache Me' app on my phone.
2.  It's after 5:00 and its still light out, and its that kind of spring still light out.
3.  I've only got 3 more days of radioactive antibiotics and drowning myself.
4.  My lovely friends who make me feel better, and remind me to ask for help.
5.  A delicious brunch today.
6.  My sister-in-law and nephews are coming to visit this week.
7.  I got to sleep in, and there was wonderful trashy t.v. on all day
8.  I'm getting an Italian Ice and a hot tea on the way to the theatre.  Even though it's snowing outside.
9.  I'm dressing up tonight.
10. I singed up for a new acting class with my friend Nikki.  She is very cool.


What are your reasons to be happy?

On the subject of love and relationships.

It may not seem like relationships and my drinking water are connected, but let me tell you this last week It became painfully evident to me they are.

Let me first say:  I'm tough.  I am.  Sort of.

I'm a single girl, living in a big city, far from family.  I think that there have been plenty of times that I wasn't qualified to do something, or should have deferred to family for help, but living here on my own, that isn't an option.  So, I say I'm tough with the full disclosure that given the option, I would much rather have someone make the big decisions or do the heavy lifting.  However, sometimes I'm my only option.  

That being said, last Friday I had to go to the hospital- not the rushed to the emergency room kind of trip, but the suuuuper early scheduled CT scan kind.  I'll spare you some of the details, but let's just say I spent a few early hours getting poked and prodded, having blood drawn and tests run, having to drink that gross white chalky stuff, getting filled full of chemicals, and at the very end, getting sick.  I capped the whole morning off dissolving into sobs in my car.

Here's the deal- I forgot I'm not that tough.  It was scary, and I felt really, really alone.  For the record, there are a million people I could have called to go with me.  In fact, my friend Marla asked repeatedly if I wanted her to come.  The thing was, I thought I could handle it.  I'll admit, I toyed around with the idea of taking Mar up on her offer, but she's got babies and lives in the suburbs, and it seemed really selfish to ask her to come all the way into the city at the crack of dawn to hold my hand, just incase I got scared.  The same goes for my city friends.  I couldn't really figure out who to ask to come with me, knowing that any one of them would have to miss some work and totally disrupt their day.

A few days later, my friend Matt said something that totally struck me.  While recounting a trip to the ER, and the girlfriend that took him there, he said, "That is one of the huge bonuses of relationships, you know, someone to go with you to the hospital."

And while I've never been one to 'need' to be in a relationship, and while I don't doubt my ability to take care of myself...

Matt's right.

drink up.

Yep, it finally happened.  The week my friend Megan has been telling me not to write about since the snooze fest that was 'read a book'.  It's not that I'm ignoring Megan's advice, but I've got to do this one, so I might as well blog about it.*  What is 'it' you ask?  Well, this week, I'm going to...

drink more water.

Thats it.

Drink.

Water.

Here's the deal, I was sick last week, like really sick.  Like doctor, hospital tests sick.  I'm much better now, but I'm on some crazy antibiotics and had to change my daily routine to feel better.  First thing, I've had to change my diet.  Nothing too drastic, but I've got to eat fruits and veggies like crazy, cut out dairy, and sadly- at least till I'm done with the meds, give up alcohol.  (This is for serious too, I can't even use mouthwash because the alcohol in it could make me siiiiiiiick.)  Second thing, I've got to drink water, like tons of water- the several nalgene bottles full of water kind of water.  So, this week I'm going to try to get healthy, and tell you about what happens.


*Also, this one has been on my 52weeks list since the beginning, so it was only a matter of time before I did it anyway.  Sorry Meg!