#paleo rosemary almond flour biscuits are made
#paleo rosemary almond flour biscuits are made
Just ugh. Boys breaking hearts hurt almost as bad as Lyme disease induced foot pain. And that’s a lot.
That’s what I get for making coffee at 10pm. And instead of be super productive with work, I’m being super productive at Facebook and Googling my own name.
In an effort to not make this coffee-induced insomnia worth something, I’ll post a brief life update:
That’s all for now. It’s midnight. Gah.
Finally got to write about Lyme disease somewhere other than my own lovely blog. Woot! Check it out here:
Obviously this is a condensed version of events—didn’t get to mention any of my joyous NYC wheel chair adventures—but at least it’s something. And hopefully it draws a bit of attention to just how difficult it is to get a damn diagnosis.
Call this morning at 6:30 a.m. Almost didn’t pick up because it sounded like my pain-in-the-ass alarm. Bzz Bzz Bzz.
Overly caffeinated lady: “Hi! It’s Dr. Wright’s office reminding you of your appointment today at 7:15 a.m.”
Under caffeinated me, thinking: What the hell…this dream is vivid…oh yeah, crap, dentist.
Same lady, less chipper: “So will we be seeing you?”
Me: “Of course! Can’t wait, see you soon!” [click] Ugh.
Commence speed shower sh*t storm, during which I managed to overlook my entire right calf while speed shaving; then speed dressing from the growing closet on my floor; and finally, flat-out speeding to my appointment. Made it at 7:15 on the dot.
The real point of this story is that I’m annoyed. With myself. This is just the tip of the irresponsibility ice berg. I’m consistently late for dates, I watch too much damn internet TV while I should be reading important books, it took me 10 freakin months to finally get my PA license and register my car, I’ve been saying I’m going to start writing a book for the past two years and have only managed to scribble a vague outline that I can no longer locate, I don’t practice my guitar nearly enough, and for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to file reimbursement paperwork for my Lyme appointments. That’s potentially free money on the line! I suppose I could be doing it right now, but I decided blogging for a readership of 10 was much more important.
This is not to say I’m totally hopeless. I’m actually quite good at updating my internet dating profile, discovering new and inventive ways to cook cauliflower, writing when no pressure or expectations are involved, volunteering with cuddly creatures, composing witty text messages, and making lists. Ok, so maybe I am a bit hopeless.
So tell me, am I a horrible adult? I just turned 26 and I don’t feel a day older than 19. Does anyone ever feel like they have their sh*t together? My dad once told me he still feels like a kid and that his mom used to tell him the same. Which I guess is comforting, but also horrifying at the same time.
Anyway, I hope that by venting about my underachievements I’ve made you feel a little bit better about yourself on this Tuesday morning. I’m off to make another list. Hopefully I’ll cross something off it this time.
Peace, love & actual productivity,
So every week, I seem to be able to walk a bit farther. I can make it over 2 miles now. Woot! Take that Lyme disease induced foot pain. I’ve even been incorporating some jogging intervals and can usually last the length of about 10 telephone poles without my feet giving out. But last night something miraculous happened: My feet outlasted my lungs. Meaning, I finally got that out-of-breath feeling I’ve been longing for from my days as a runner. It was the first time in about 3 years that my feet could have kept going, but I had to stop because I was aerobically exhausted. I’m incredibly excited about this. I think it means (fingers crossed) that I can slowly start building my stamina and going for longer and longer “runs.” I use quotes because, honestly, my attempt at running still looks somewhat pathetic. I’m pretty sure I go at the pace of a speed-walking grandma, but I’ll take it.
In other news, I think my antibiotics are starting to make me incredibly itchy. It’s like Newton’s Law of Lyme or something: For every step forward, there’s an equal and opposite surprise shit storm! Oh well, I’ll take a little itchy for my new found mobility.
Peace, love & progress,
#Paleo egg salad half sandwich. Yum.
So I visited NYC last weekend. Here’s a glimpse of what went down.
I took about 20 jogging steps today! Ultra slow motion jogging, but it’s the fastest my body has moved in 3 years! Only in slight pain.
Also, I wore flats! That’s right, my feet handled that lack of arch support like a BOSS.
And yesterday I wore my boots that used to make me feel like I was walking on sharp rocks. BOOM.
The rest of my life may be a shit show, but my feet are doing damn good.
Maybe I’ll get to look cute this summer. The thought of non-orthopedic shoes and sundresses makes me so happy I’m sweating! (Gross, sorry).
Peace, love & PROGRESS,
Bacon is good for you. I promise.