Our living room isn’t finished yet, but we did recently paint our dark woodwork white, added a light gray to the walls, added crown molding up top and quarter round at the floor, new blinds AND got a new table.
I really love that table.
We’ll be painting the rest of the woodwork white (slowly) but it’s a long process. Still need art, new lighting, and lots more paint throughout.
Our garden is now home to one giant red tomato and two baby watermelons. I’m really, really excited about it.
After a 10 mile bike ride a few weeks ago, I sat down alongside my parents pool just to put my feet in (since I forgot my suit.)
I kept staring at my feet and thought about how cool they felt in comparison to the rest of me and how they looked like they were wearing water socks.
I keep thinking about writing short stories based on those strange thoughts that pop in my head every once in a while. Adult imagination. Water socks. I think this idea needs some work.
I know it’s weird to talk about your private health issues in a public space sometimes, but I wanted to share a bit of what I’ve been going through in case there are other people with insight or similar experiences. So, bear with me.
Since I was 18 (so, for seven years now) I’ve struggled with stomach issues and never really felt…well. As in, eating = immediate stomach ache, bloating, sharp pains…and other things. I get mood swings, migraines, don’t sleep well, and have days where I just ache all over. But some days are better than others.
I’ve been trying to figure out what the issue is for a long time, but with no avail. It’s been really frustrating.
Fast forward to present day: I’ve now been to three doctors, had my gallbladder removed, gotten X rays, CT scans, upper GIs, and had numerous ultrasounds. Still not sure what it is.
So far, past (related?) diagnoses have included:
- Burst cyst near ovary
- Inactive gall bladder
- Viral Meningitis
From these, I’ve had surgery, ER visits, and lots of ongoing tests.
I recently went to a new doctor after having a really bad week when I pretty much couldn’t leave the house or be too far from the bathroom.
Tests found I had double the normal level of AST in my blood (indicates toxins associated with liver function), and an ultrasound showed my liver was enlarged.
Still not sure what that meant, my doctor referred me to the Gastrointestinal specialist who scheduled an endoscopy with a biopsy of my small bowel to see if this might somehow be related to Celiac disease.
After the bad week, Brandon and I had decided I should try a gluten free diet to see if that helped at all (this was before the appointment.) The difference was night and day.
I’ll be honest, I don’t always keep the best diet. I like coffee and candy and white cheddar popcorn more than I should. But I also eat lots of fruits and veggies and have been active 3-5 days a week since, basically, forever. But I never seriously considered that it could be the food I’m eating that’s causing all of this trouble.
Up until the endoscopy, I have to add gluten back in to my diet (which has been AWFUL so far) so the test results won’t be thrown off. But regardless of if this is Celiac or not, I definitely plan on continuing to eat gluten free after the test.
GF options are expensive and some of the products are not great, but there are some winners we’ve found. And it’s a lot easier to find GF options than I thought it would be. It’s worth feeling like a normal human being to forgo a doughy piece of pizza.
My next test is August 4th. I’m hoping to finally get some direction.
(Brandon had a work dinner tonight, so this was in the parking lot before we took a walk after dinner.)
Belt- Dorothy Perkins
Heels- Pour La Victoire
After seeing Sylvan Esso perform their song Coffee on The Tonight show, I’ve had this song on repeat. So good.
A collection of things that have popped into my mind recently.
I should get a black jumpsuit.
Need to eat that cream cheese stuffed pepper in the fridge. Can’t do it. It looks too rich.
I wish I wrote The Indian in the Cupboard.
I want to live on the Isle of the Blue Dolphins.
If Coldplay and Norah Jones made a CD together, would everyone who listened to it fall into a deep slumber?
In my head, I look like this.
Looking for some good documentaries? We recently watched:
Crazy Love (pictured above.) Do not look up anything about it because it’s best watched without knowing any back story!
Stories We Tell. Interesting take on one story with varied perspectives. A little sad at times.
And on our to-watch list: Burt’s Buzz, the story of Burt behind Burt’s Bees.
Any suggestions of your own to share?
This weekend we did some exploring that wasn’t too far from home. We visited a new coffee shop, shopped at a local produce store, hiked some trails…and several times I found Brandon and Monday totally wiped out on the couch. Monday has been allowed outside more often lately and so she gets verrrry tired. Brandon is always entertaining me, so I guess that’s his excuse too.
I think every week should be a four day work week, don’t you?
Comparative living is a dangerous pass-time.
It’s so easy to look at the “perfect lives” of people we follow on Instagram or Tumblr or wherever and to start to think…man, I wish my life was that pretty/perfect/ideal.
But remember: what we’ve posted online has been filtered—in more than one way. We’re only sharing the good stuff (filtering out the not-so-interesting) and the photos with the right “filter” where our faces and bodies look like we want them to. We don’t talk a lot about when we get angry or disappointed or share pictures of ourselves when we first wake up in the morning with puffy eyes and crazy hair.
I’m guilty of both—the filtering and the comparing. And I’m probably not going to stop doing either, if I’m being honest. But I am going to make an effort to just be…happier. Content. What a strange world we’re living in where everything and everyone is always connected. It’s a wonderful thing to shut yourself off. To be forgotten by people you went to high school with or worked with or knew in some past life. That blank slate and element mystery has a beautiful quality.
Here’s to self-improvement.