Well. I think this is only the second post after my surgery. It feels good to be typing here again. The surgery knocked me down pretty hard. I've never had surgery, so this was my first experience. It's strange because the very event everyone keeps talking about I don't even remember. It was just pain and a blackout and then more pain. That's all that's there... besides images of my patient Mama and my kindhearted friends and that terrible ride home where the pain in my shoulder made me just about squeeze Alyssa's fingers off. It's so good to be well.
But apparently I'm not well. Not all well. I've got multiple random symptoms and problems, including carsickness from just thinking about riding in a car and frequent headaches. It's gotten so bad now that I read only for ten minute periods, and writing this blog is something of a huge victory, as last night I was getting a headache just making an entry in my journal. I've been napping and non-stressing since church this morning, so I'm up to it.
Anyway, I went for an appointment with my Mom's midwife friend, Debbie, and got muscle tested. Apparently my spleen, liver, and thyroid are posing a triple threat. I'm supposed to eat 3-5 CUPS of dark greens a day (oh brother), drink lots of lemon water, avoid grains, take these "thyroid food" homeopathy herb pills, have Mom do Cranial Sacral (sp?) work on me a couple times a week, and most importantly, stay on "rest mode" for another month.
So.
Welcome to the life of a trying-to-rest (but not read) wild dreamer whose crazy ideas often get away from her. Key word being often.
Like the turquoise stairway.
We froze our paint. But at least the black can we think is usable. Yet to see on the rest. It's actually gone along pretty good, but that is completely thanks to my grandpa W - without whom I would have gone to church this morning with oil-based paint still coating my hands. (Yeah, forgot the oil-based paint remover - whoops!) Thankfully, I have a grandfather who has everything, and is kind enough to bring it "down the hill" whenever I need it, like when I'm standing over the sink puzzling over why this primer just seems to be hardening to my fingers, no matter how hard I scrub.
Plus, Mom would have killed me. It was all over the sink.
But after a little curl-up time last night, I realized that I'm actually at third base and creeping toward home. Almost everything is primed. Just a bit of sanding to do and on goes the color! We're almost there!
It's been a week since I bounced around the hallway at 1 in the morning thinking up this crazy scheme of "turquoise here" with "black there" and "a stripe here" and "this shelf black" and "the trim all white." Thanks to Anna picking up the paint and doing the roller work, Mark doing a ton of wallpaper removal and sanding with me, Grandpa's Spackle and Mineral Remover, and Mom's patience, we almost have a turquoise stairway. Almost. It's still white right now from the primer, and it looks like an insane asylum.
But I'm excited. It'll lift my mood to have color in the space I run through about fifty times a day (except I'm supposed to be walking this month). I think it looks really nice, and I love change, at least decorating kind of changes, and I learned SO MUCH that will benefit me when it comes time to decorate my own home. So I'm glad.
But apparently I'm not well. Not all well. I've got multiple random symptoms and problems, including carsickness from just thinking about riding in a car and frequent headaches. It's gotten so bad now that I read only for ten minute periods, and writing this blog is something of a huge victory, as last night I was getting a headache just making an entry in my journal. I've been napping and non-stressing since church this morning, so I'm up to it.
Anyway, I went for an appointment with my Mom's midwife friend, Debbie, and got muscle tested. Apparently my spleen, liver, and thyroid are posing a triple threat. I'm supposed to eat 3-5 CUPS of dark greens a day (oh brother), drink lots of lemon water, avoid grains, take these "thyroid food" homeopathy herb pills, have Mom do Cranial Sacral (sp?) work on me a couple times a week, and most importantly, stay on "rest mode" for another month.
So.
Welcome to the life of a trying-to-rest (but not read) wild dreamer whose crazy ideas often get away from her. Key word being often.
Like the turquoise stairway.
We froze our paint. But at least the black can we think is usable. Yet to see on the rest. It's actually gone along pretty good, but that is completely thanks to my grandpa W - without whom I would have gone to church this morning with oil-based paint still coating my hands. (Yeah, forgot the oil-based paint remover - whoops!) Thankfully, I have a grandfather who has everything, and is kind enough to bring it "down the hill" whenever I need it, like when I'm standing over the sink puzzling over why this primer just seems to be hardening to my fingers, no matter how hard I scrub.
Plus, Mom would have killed me. It was all over the sink.
But after a little curl-up time last night, I realized that I'm actually at third base and creeping toward home. Almost everything is primed. Just a bit of sanding to do and on goes the color! We're almost there!
It's been a week since I bounced around the hallway at 1 in the morning thinking up this crazy scheme of "turquoise here" with "black there" and "a stripe here" and "this shelf black" and "the trim all white." Thanks to Anna picking up the paint and doing the roller work, Mark doing a ton of wallpaper removal and sanding with me, Grandpa's Spackle and Mineral Remover, and Mom's patience, we almost have a turquoise stairway. Almost. It's still white right now from the primer, and it looks like an insane asylum.
But I'm excited. It'll lift my mood to have color in the space I run through about fifty times a day (except I'm supposed to be walking this month). I think it looks really nice, and I love change, at least decorating kind of changes, and I learned SO MUCH that will benefit me when it comes time to decorate my own home. So I'm glad.