You know what’s a cute thing about marriage? You pick a person you love so much that you decide that you want to spend your life with him.
DUH. This is an easy “No shit, Sherlock,” moment. But I’m in my feelings and want to elaborate, so I started with my tl;dr.
First, you like someone. And you enjoy spending time with him. Maybe, if you’re like me, you enjoy it a whole lot and want to have a longer date.
Then, you decide you love him. This is all butterflies and blinding rainbows, and you can’t get enough of him. You don’t know everything yet, but you want to.
Finally, comes “in love.” The “in love” stage is kind of insane, really. You love the person so freaking much that you decide you want to merge your life with his. He is your favorite person in the world and you’re cool with letting everyone and their mom know it. You share things, responsibilities. You share joy, laughter, and you share the hard stuff, too. You decide that someone else’s heart is as important — if not, more — as your own, and you vow to fiercely protect it with everything you have.
When you’re in love with someone, they’re always on your mind in some capacity. You go to work and have other responsibilities, but the thing that warms your heart most is knowing he’ll be there at the end of the day to give you a kiss and watch the same episode of The Office for the fiftieth time again, and you’ll still feel like your heart is full. You can do nothing together, and just feel an overwhelming peace.
Marriage is thinking you love someone with all your heart, then realizing that your heart grew just a little bit more to fit in how cute it is that your husband made your favorite dinner or put together new furniture to surprise you. It grows when you see new passion and when he tells a joke, just for you. You are always learning new little things about your spouse, but still know his heart even better than he does.
Over 2,500 days, and I still feel warm and fuzzy. This time of year makes me really nostalgic; I will tell you why in my next post. For now, I love that I have just a tiny bit of our love story documented here.
Yesterday I felt really proud of myself. I don’t often think about “me” as a person — other than maybe self-improvement or things I want to learn to better understand why my brain works the way it does.
I just started up physical therapy again. I have a goal of getting off my muscle relaxants, which is a real B* if I’m being honest. POTS is an autonomic nervous system (ANS) disorder. This means that everything that a body does for you automatically, mine does not. Or, sometimes it does — but it royally screws me. Like, on my second date with Robert when he thought I was head over heels for him because he felt my heart racing when I was sitting up against him on the couch. OK — maybe I had a little bit of a crush and totally wanted him to kiss me, but my heart always races when I feel any kind of emotion. Most people probably have a slight change, but my ANS is a freaking drama queen.
Anyway, the purpose of taking muscle relaxants for Dysautonomia (umbrella word for POTS and EDS) is that it tells me, “HEY, I am going to sleep, let’s relax like a normal human being.” My body is dispositioned to respond to my chronic pain by always being tight and trying to hold my muscles and joints together for dear life by tensing up. This is especially not good when I am sleeping, as it doesn’t give my body the chance to have a normal recovery. Things just keep getting tighter and tighter, which is really painful. I don’t think anyone in the medical field will appreciate the way I am describing this, but hopefully it kind of makes sense to those who know much more and less than me about what’s happening.
So. Back to my goal. I want to get off this medication I have been taking for years now. When I first had issues with pain I was prescribed Tramadol. I was told it would help with the pain I was experiencing — but upon some quick research, I saw that I was given an opioid. Yeah, nope, too scary. I think some people need this kind of relief, but I was determined to have something so serious be an absolute last resort. So I did vigorous physical therapy. I remained in a great amount of pain, but I eventually made it to a neurologist who specialized in pain management and was a well-known POTS expert. This is how I found the treatment that has worked for me for years now. The only medication I have taken for POTS is a muscle relaxant. I want to see if I can manage on my own, though. I tried by myself and it was a shit show. Lots of pain and managing work felt impossible. I am working with a team to do this now, though. I think we have a good plan, but we’ll see how it all goes.
Now that you have some background, I will get to my recent experience that prompted me to write. I am getting dry needling done right now. It really hurts. I am incredibly tight, have a lot of trigger points, and writing at a computer all day just aggravates everything. After a few sessions, my PT told me that I have a high pain tolerance. I thought this was funny because I felt like I was going to either throw up or pass out during one part of the treatment, but I wiggled my toes to distract myself until everything was over.
I’m proud of myself for never giving up. I’m proud of myself for trying. I’m proud of myself for not complaining and for genuinely loving my life, despite the weird adversity I have experienced. I have been really good health-wise lately, but it is really difficult trying to manage my pain. Everything is so temperamental and I’ve found something that generally works, but I feel like I want better. I am proud that I always made the most of every stage of life. I worked a few hours when I could, then moved to a part-time job, and am working full time now. I gave myself time to cry and mourn the loss of a normal life. I still miss running any time I think about it. It’s been almost 10 years since I last went out for a normal jog. This actually feels crazy, because I so vividly remember how much I loved the feeling of the cold air burning my lungs as I pushed to run just one more mile. I honestly am not used to being in pain, but I don’t remember what it was like having none. I don’t think you can understand this unless you have experienced it yourself.
I have adjusted my whole life to this, but I also haven’t taken a great amount of time feeling sorry for myself. I know people all have things they deal with and I hope I can keep sharing my journey with you. A health diagnoses is a heartbreaking thing, but like in love, hearts heal and adjust. Almost ten years in, I still feel like life with POTS is my “new normal,” but I have healed a lot and plan to continue to do so. I am excited for the moment I can tell you I have made more leaps and bounds. It’s happened before, so I’m optimistic that I still have more that I can improve on. Not sure what this will look like yet, but we’ll figure it out.
It’s funny how the days go by slow, but the years just seem to fly. The last time I wrote here was before we even moved. Now we’ve been in our house for over a year.
I have writer’s block. Which bugs me, because I love to write. I have become more private as I have gotten older, and I don’t know what to write about. I love my job, but it offers very little creativity. I always wanted to be a journalist. Like, when I was in the second grade, my mom would buy me editing workbooks because I wanted to edit in my free time. I would finish my homework, only to go open a nice, fresh proofreading workbook to see if I could find all of the mistakes. I wrote mini newspapers and magazines and truly enjoyed doing my English homework. It was always my favorite class, right beside gym. I was always the kid who came in with the longest essay because I could not say enough. That is, until I learned that a good journalist can get their point across with brevity. Then my new challenge became writing a piece just long enough to give all the details I wanted to convey, but short enough that people would read it. The only part I have always hated about writing is coming up with a good title. I still never know what to name these freaking posts, which is part of the reason I have upwards of 200 drafts just sitting there.
I have things I am passionate about and would enjoy posting on here, so I’m going to start tonight. I want to continue to raise awareness about POTS. I have something written about this already. I forgot what hell it is to lose the ability to protect your body from taking you captive. We NEED to find a cure. Want to learn more about it? Check out Dysautonomia International for some statistics, but you would think that an illness that affects millions of people would have more funding. Many people with POTS don’t feel well, but can still function. About a quarter of cases are so debilitating that patients cannot work. Experts compare the quality of life to someone with congestive heart failure or kidney failure. Most of those affected are young women. I have a lot to say about this, so we’ll be circling back to it; I have been thankful to see POTS taking the news by storm the past year, but I want to keep raising awareness and trying to do my part. It is easy to step back and live my life without giving it a second thought since I have been feeling well. That isn’t right. I am lucky to be doing well, but isn’t that more of a reason to advocate for those who can’t? I have absolutely failed in this regard.
This isn’t my “Chronically POTSitive” blog, though. This is the blog that I enjoyed sharing my life on several years ago, and I want to talk about other things I think are important. I will always lead with empathy and know that I’ll make mistakes if I keep writing, but I think that’s a problem right now. People are afraid to talk because opinions are all so very different. We hear the loudest people and the most argumentative people, but many of us have been silenced. We are in an age that doesn’t always like things or people who are different, but I think that’s probably more of a reason it is important to speak up.
I want to talk about women’s self defense because I know more about the world we live in. I can confidently say that every woman reading this knows how it feels to be home alone and wonder what the bump in the night could be. We know what it is like walking to our car alone at night, and are cautious around men because frankly, most of them could overpower us. Now I know what it’s like to be able to defend myself and it is empowering.
While we’re on the subject of women, I’ll be talking about my relationship with my body. To the few men who read this — you can skip these posts. They’re not really for you, and I’m not sure how I feel about you taking a deep dive into what it’s like in this space of my mind. While we’re there, we can chat about what it’s like being in our thirties and all the pressure society puts on us. I cannot attest to the struggles men face (I can think of several, though), and this blog is all about my own feelings. I assure you that if you feel my posts are lacking in any way, another part of the internet will have the content you are looking for.
I’ll be talking more about love, life in my thirties, and what makes a house a home. There might be some true crime sprinkled in here and there, or romance novel-inspired writing. I know many of you started this journey with me to read funny dating stories, but if you’re reading this, you stayed to see my relationship with Robert blossom into a beautiful marriage. This will be very different than Single in the Suburbs, but hopefully we’ll figure out what I will write about together.
To be a good writer you absolutely need to be honest. Something I seem to have forgotten, though, is that to be a good writer, you need to actually write. We’ll see how everything goes this time around, but welcome back to my corner of the internet. I hope you’ll stick around to chat.
The past two years have been rough. Between COVID, much more alone time than usual, and quite a bit of sickness and loss, I think we’re all really ready for some bright spots. Mine right now is definitely our new home.
I’ve been excited to move now that we have a place to go to, and can begin planning on how to make our home a nice little nest for our family. I’ve been working from home for a few years now, so am stoked to have a home office to make my own. I know many of you initially bookmarked my account to follow for my crazy dating stories or even later on for my relationship with Robert, but expect a lot of interior design in the coming months — along with some stories about love and life sprinkled in here and there.
The Design Studio
Going to choose everything for our home was so much fun. Robert is super easygoing, and I’m pretty sure he thinks I am basically an HGTV design star. We bought our home while he was still deployed, so I had to go make some of the decisions without him. This ended up being fine because he thought it would be more fun for my mom and I to go together and spend hours upon hours looking at tile, flooring, appliances, and literally every detail that goes in to creating a home together. Did I mention my mom went to school for interior design? Growing up we always had HGTV on somewhere in the house, and would tour dream homes just for fun. When I was a kid I would talk about how I loved my parents’ “French countryside” furniture, and always thought I would have a sweet farmhouse of my own when I grew up. As with many things in life, things change, and I am steering clear of the recently popular “modern farmhouse” look, but I still think it’s so special that I became interested in this so long ago and am now finding my own footing in designing my own home. Going to the studio with her was so special and reminded me of all the times I went to look at beautiful designs growing up. It was also hilarious because both she and the designer at the studio wouldn’t give me their opinions on anything until after I said my own. We all quickly noticed I have a hatred for beige and love of all things cool.
The design studio was a blast. The first time I went, I really went after a lot of what the model home had. After all — if it’s not broken, why fix it? Here is the palette of some of the items I looked at that first visit:
The model home definitely has coastal California vibes — a style I absolutely love. The more I thought about it, though, the more it just didn’t sit right with me. We don’t live near a beach, and I have always loved dark, romantic wood floors. I feel like the two things that are super “in” right now are modern and beachy vibes. It’s hard choosing things you feel will be timeless because trends are forever changing. For example, green or blue cabinets are going to be increasingly popular in kitchens this year, but that’s not something I’m going to want even a few years down the road. So I chose white with brushed nickel hardware. It looks clean and crisp, and will hide in the background and let some of the blue accent pieces I want to get shine. I also chose a white subway tile with white grout for the backsplash because it will allow for bolder design choices outside of what is built inside the kitchen.
Back to the Lab Again
Robert did come to the design studio the second time, and we changed things up a bit. Let the record show that he was the one who decided I should get the pricier countertops since we were already paying for labor and materials, and they wouldn’t be that much more all wrapped up in a mortgage. I changed our kitchen from being a frost white to being white with gray veins, and we solidified the beautiful white marble for our master bath. I definitely am excited about the change, even though what we had in place before was beautiful too.
I couldn’t shake the flooring we had picked, though. I love a nice bright home, but I have always been drawn to the rich dark floors. When we were looking at established homes, I always got giddy over dark floors with bright kitchens. I went back to the studio, once again, and did a complete 180 on the bright gray floor I had picked before.
Our home is incredibly open concept, which will make hosting super fun. I can cook and heat up food without being far from all of the action in the living room or breakfast table. We are a huge fan of game nights, so I imagine this will be an easy way to refill appetizers during an intense game of Settlers of Catan. Maybe me being away from the table for a minute will give someone else a chance at winning for once. 😉
I’ll give a good house tour as soon as our home is ready, but it takes awhile for the building process, so that won’t be until August or September. In the meantime I’m going to share pieces here and there, but am more excited to show the finished product all together.
Since I designed most of the inside, I wanted Robert to be able to do something fun — the exterior colors. I didn’t want to influence him too much, but definitely had some favorite color schemes. He ended up choosing one of my favorites, which was really exciting. It’s a really deep gray with sleek black shutters and a gorgeous bright red door. Here is a sample, and I can’t wait to finally show a picture of our actual home one day:
He did a great job picking this out, and I keep saying how beautiful an American flag is going to look out front.
There is still a lot to do, but this was a super fun (and long) part of the process. I can’t wait to be able to do a video tour of the first time we go in our house!
If you told me to describe our future home using 3 adjectives, these are what I would choose — cozy, clean, and chic. When we first started putting everything together I was leaning more towards a coastal vibe, but seeing that we live nowhere near a beach, that makes absolutely no sense. I love simple elegance and despite living with two messy boys (in their defense, I’m not particularly neat either), I love a clean looking home.
I hate warm tones and prefer cooler colors in a home. Before we decided to build, my husband realized pretty darn fast that I really do not like beige, particularly in a bathroom. I had to laugh any time we visited a new place and he would shout, “Babe, you’re going to want to change the tile in here!” about any bathroom that was remotely tan. The funny thing is, our last home had all beige bathrooms, but we weren’t going to stay in our townhouse long enough to make even a tiny reno worth it. I was incredibly happy there and cried when my husband said he wanted to move into our forever home. We had made so many great memories there and I loved the location. I loved our neighborhood, our neighbors, and how much it just felt like home. Now that we’re several months removed from living there I’m straight excited about moving, but it definitely wasn’t that way during the moving process. It was really bittersweet. I would have been happy living there forever, but there’s something exciting about moving to a place you know you’re going to stay put. Here are some photos of our first home together — kind of the “before” collage:
Selling our house in this market was great. It was gone in a week, but buying was a whole other story. If you’ve been in the market for a house the past 8 months or so, you’ve probably noticed how insanely low rates got, which caused a huge amount of people to rush out and try to get a new home if they weren’t busy refinancing their own. It got so competitive it wasn’t unusual for a home to have 15 or more bids on it. We started shopping at a really bad time (lots of the winter months), so there was such a small selection of houses that were even on the market. Of course, now that we have a place, I’ve seen a million homes go on the market that are great and we would have bid on, but it’s still been so fun getting to create what we want together. More on that another day.
I’ve written maybe 10 posts in the past year. I think we all know it’s been such a whirlwind. COVID was a big thing that happened and turned our lives upside down, but I’ve had a lot going on, too. We did our second deployment. The pandemic hit. Cancer came into my life in 2021 — twice. Neither is me, and one is my puppy, Jax, who had surgery and is doing just fine, but I understand why people use the strongest curse word possible in conjunction with this word.
Some good things happened or are happening, though. We bought our first house together. Well, actually, we are building our forever home. It’s really freaking exciting. I learned some serious self defense last year. I’ll get more in detail with this another day. I got my COVID shot and think things are looking brighter with the pandemic. I went camping and liked it. I’ve spent some time at Trader Joe’s and discovered their gluten-free everything bagels and cinnamon crumble muffins. I get to see my family.
This is all I feel like talking about now, but I figured it was better to come on and say “hello” again before just jumping right in with some new posts. I will be chatting a lot about interior design, as that’s a big part of my life right now, and any other happy things I can think about. I want to keep this space light. On that note, here is a picture I took of Jax with a pup cup a few weeks ago. Today he turns 4, and we will be spoiling him all weekend!
Hi! Who are the ten people who visit this site every day? I was really surprised to see my blog still gets views, despite being super inactive this year.
I’m sitting here with an everything bagel and glass of water, thinking about how fitting it is to have such an unappetizing pair for breakfast. I feel like, as a writer, I should embellish and talk about drinking something more beautiful like a hot cup of coffee — water just doesn’t sound as poetic as the power couple of coffee and a bagel. It’s very 2020 to just be real and not try to make things seem better than they are. This was a very real year, and I have appreciated all the honesty we’ve seen.
2020 has clearly been super weird, with lots of highs and lows. As someone who does have a chronic illness to monitor, I have been conservative with COVID stuff, following the CDC’s guidelines, and embracing *~social distancing~* for what it is. I’ve acquired new hobbies at home, and decided that since cooking and eating go hand in hand, I want to be the best darn cook possible. I even mastered risotto last week, which was a major pain in the butt the first time I tried it.
Let me catch you up to date on where I am now. This year has been busy, despite spending it at home. We sold our house recently, and are full force shopping for a new home. Our dog, Jax, recently had surgery to remove what we now know is a stage 2 low grade mast cell tumor. I seem to have sympathy pains for Jax, as my Eustachian tube is blocked (seriously, tell me how to unclog a blocked Eustachian tube because it is driving me up a wall!) and just won’t go away. Jax has my heart and I would do anything for that pup. I am moving forward now and just doing all the practical things that need to be done for a dog with an issue like this. It’s funny how I can handle my own health problems better than my dog’s, but anyone who has had a pet understands I’m sure.
I turned 30 this year, and despite always saying that I didn’t think 30 seemed old, it feels weird. I can’t write about how I’m a “twentysomething” anymore, and it does feel like a new stage in life. Part of that is probably the nature of laying low this year, though.
2020 was hard, but I am grateful for health of myself and loved ones. Life becomes a lot simpler when you know what it’s like to lose something as basic as your health. It makes it easier to be thankful for little things, and not sweat the small stuff. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if it’s still a little ways away, and one day we’re going to remember some of the fonder memories from this year. We’ll remember trying new things to entertain ourselves at home, lots of quality time with a select few loved ones, why it’s important to cherish every moment we have on earth, and finally, that 2020 was the year of figuring out the secret to the perfect banana bread.
I usually do a “word of the year,” along with some small resolutions, but this year I am going to skip doing anything, and continue to take each day as it comes at me. Happy new year, and let’s hope that despite Netflix taking The Office away from us, we can make the most of our circumstances this year. I’m going to go make some coffee now, because it’s all I’ve been able to think about after rambling about my glass of water earlier.
I love Hallmark movies. They’re great because they’re lighthearted, you don’t have to pay attention the whole time you’re watching to understand what’s happening, and the conflict part of the movie is always so short that you don’t even start feeling bad for the characters before it’s all over.
Life is not a Hallmark movie. I am 29 and I know this by now, yet I still expect parts of it to have that cute Hallmark glimmer. Robert thinks this is funny because he knows when my mind starts working and picturing something we’re doing to turn into a Hallmark movie. For example, we went to a drive in movie one weekend and I was expecting to snuggle up close and hide behind him while watching back to back horror movies. Well, the sound in the car didn’t work for the first half of the better of the two movies, and I made such a ruckus when I had to get out of the car to go to the bathroom. It was embarrassing walking through a sea of cars back to the concession area, and it didn’t help that our truck lights would flash every time the door opened. It was still a lot of fun, but will take planning for next time to be more of a Pinterest drive in scene.
This brings me to my next Hallmark mission: “Kindling Love By The Campfire.” In English, this means going camping.
I haven’t been an outdoorsy girl in years, but now that I’m managing my POTS better I want to get out more.
The way I picture it:
We walk up to our campsite, which is a perfect circle with beautiful fall leaves surrounding the mulched campground. There is already a cute little spot for a bonfire that was left by another couple from the night before, and our tent is pitched in a matter of minutes. We put one fluffy sleeping bag that is built for two on top of the most comfortable down comforter you’ve ever seen that makes the mulch feel like a cloud. We laugh as we roast perfect s’mores, and eat a warm dinner we make on the campfire. Having a little romantic time in the tent and under the stars is perfect, but even in my Hallmark fantasy I wonder if the rocks will hurt my back… I think I chalk camping fun to being similar to shower fun — the idea of it is a lot better than the execution. Everyone knows it, too.
We have our own sleeping bags. If we did invest in the two person one, though, we would immediately regret it because the warmth of our bodies against each other is too much and we don’t have space to move away from each other when the kicking and elbowing begins. I don’t think sleeping will be easy while camping, and not because we’re off having fun doing other stuff, but because there’s no temperature regulation and there are bears in the woods. There will be animals, all of which I will assume is the rustling of a serial killer outside our tent. If you think I’m being paranoid, listen to the Park Predators podcast. You’ll never look at nature quite the same way. Being away from the city is actually quite terrifying.
The “mulch” I expect to be there is actually solid rock with some dirt with worms mixed into it. Speaking of worms, there are bugs everywhere. Mosquitoes bite our ankles and millipedes terrorize our tent. I cry as one crawls up my leg, and sleep with one eye open because of a spider the size of a golf ball that we saw earlier. There are no serial killers in the woods, but there are little animals that all give off grizzly bear vibes in the darkness outside our tent.
The one thing I am pretty certain of exceeding expectations is the s’mores. Maybe we won’t get a hot dinner and the trail mix will be filled to the brim with raisins and almonds when there should be mainly M&Ms with a couple of peanuts sprinkled in, but there’s nothing in the world like a good campfire s’more.
I decided to nix the numbers for my posts on here because I don’t want to make anyone upset about how long we’ve been inside. It’s been a little over a month, which actually when you think about it isn’t as bad as it sometimes feels. People a lot smarter than me are studying this virus and coming up with some ways to combat it. It’s still very early, but we’re learning more every single day.
I keep saying that I personally think this thing will become a lot easier when a skilled innovator decides to make something — like an easy to produce mask that filters out germs, for example — that helps us stay safe around loved ones and makes it easily accessible. If I learned one thing from watching Shark Tank, it’s the inexpensive products that everyone needs and can afford that make someone richer than they can imagine. I honestly don’t care who makes products that help us go out safely again, as long as we can. There are people who are working day and night right now, some who want to be the first to solve our problems so that they can make an enormous profit, and others who have hearts that want to help others. Either way, we have brilliant minds working on this and I know we’re going to be able to see loved ones again and enjoy our favorite activities one day.
I definitely feel weird still that my family is so close but I can’t see them. I’ve made a few trips to borrow or swap groceries, but keep my distance and stay in my car, similar to what we’d do at a grocery pickup. I’ve always been a rule follower when it comes to health and safety, so there has never been much of a question of whether I am hanging out with anyone other than my household during these quarantimes. FaceTime and HouseParty have been great apps to keep in touch with friends, and I listen to a lot of podcasts. I am a pretty typical millennial and don’t like sitting in silence, so podcasts fill that void for me.
I ordered some paint by numbers kits a few weeks ago, but still haven’t gotten them. I’m looking forward to having crafts to do, but in the meantime am doing some cooking and baking to keep my hands busy. Remember how I told you I filled in a map of the US and struggled more than someone who is nearing 30 should? I need to study that this week, and am also going to begin cramming for our 2020 election. I took a quiz yesterday to find out “who I should vote for,” and the result was actually really interesting. I apparently should take a look at Jacob Hornberger, someone from the Libertarian party.
Now, I am not into politics hardly at all. I have some moderate opinions on some of the more discussed issues, but I don’t pay close attention to politics or usually contribute greatly to conversations with friends and family, because I’ve always enjoyed more lighthearted entertainment — like which of the Kardashians I would most want to be friends with (Currently Khloe, but in the past it was Kim) or whether or not Jessica and Mark are actually looking for love on reality television.
I think this needs to change some, though. I should be paying more attention to some of the events going on in the world and really make an educated vote in 2020. For this reason, I am going to start opening my emails from TheSkimm, and begin to figure out how to get some straight up facts, rather than watching CNN, FOX, or anything of the like. Please let me know if you have suggestions of media without so much bias! I foresee myself having a difficult time filtering through news, as I think both Democrats and Republicans often make good points about how to solve problems. Reporting these days feels so incredibly emotional, which makes it hard for someone like me to decipher whether someone is speaking with an agenda or reporting straight facts. I will be updating these blogs with some of my opinions, and will appreciate having some good debates about politics. Unlike many people on social media, I will actually be someone who is willing to change her mind on issues, as I am just beginning to learn about many of them.
This will definitely be an interesting new twist to quarantine life, but I’ll feel good being able to participate just a little more in political discussions after all of this is said and done. As long as people are respectful and willing to hear each other out, it’s probably good to hear viewpoints other than your own. Right? We won’t all agree on everything, but it’s really cool that we can learn from each other.
Mondays are always the ones where I feel a mild sense of panic. I’m not really sure why, because all the days blend together a little and I space my work out throughout the weekend as well, but I always look at the calendar when I start to overthink and notice that it’s the beginning of the week.
It’s been just over 5 weeks since I have been out in the world, and I’m still trying to take everything day by day. I see good and bad news every day, and have been able to keep busy for the most part. I currently enjoy having work to distract me, picked up playing Call of Duty — a game I never in a million years would have thought I would like — and ordered a few little crafts to do at home in the coming week. I also decided I need more energy, so since I’m no longer able to get my routine B12 shots, I got some vitamin B12 and vitamin D to start taking. I’m lucky enough to live in the suburbs, so can still walk outside some, and enjoy evenings on the back porch.
I’m going to get through a little more work then go do some yoga to try to relax and calm myself a little. I know we’re all cooped up and in this together, and I’m going to try to use this week to catch up with a few friends and see how everyone is doing. I hope you’re having a good week, and let me know how you’re keeping busy while staying inside!