2 weeks off of work to recover and I manage to get a nasty head cold the day I go back!
Feeling much better (physically) these days. Rarely nauseous - which is amazing. I had forgotten what it was like to go for an entire day without vomiting up the entire content of my stomach. (TMI! Sorry!) Apparently the gallbladder was the issue all along - out it went, and with it went most of the ugly symptoms I was having.
It was absolutely surreal being off of work for two weeks and being on a daytime schedule. I never really got the hang of sleeping during the night, but was able to at least lay down with the hubby until he fell asleep and I wandered off to do something else like a normal nocturnal person. I had a ba-jillion Dr. appointments to attend, so that was pretty much what my time was spent doing. That and resting and relaxing, of course.
I did miss work, I have to admit. It can get really boring and lonely sitting at home by yourself all day while the rest of your family is at school or their job respectively. I spent a lot of time catching up on my DVR'd shows and doing laundry. And more laundry. How on earth do we have so much laundry when only 3 of us live in this house??? Also, why are there like 20 different spin offs for different pawn shop shows?? Just curious...
The absolute worst part of going back to work was having to say goodbye to my husband. We've pretty much had 2 weeks of nonstop QT together. I could see him pretty much all of the time when he wasn't at work. It was wonderful. I will miss it terribly. But I am glad to have my nights back.
I've missed the random middle-of-the-night stuff that only people on my schedule get to encounter. I will not bother to elaborate (most of it sounds stupid and petty, and I enjoy it just the same!), but those of you who work the 11-7 shift would probably agree that one of the best sounds on earth is the chirping of the birds at 5am signaling the last little stretch before you're free!
Can't wait to go home and give my husband the biggest hug ever. Days like this remind me of how much I love and adore him.
Now you can go vomit, too!
The waters lull
The moon awakens
No storm in sight
But something is stirring
Beneath the surface
She begins to sink
Struggling to breathe
Fighting to survive
Kick, kick, kick
Keep those feet moving
Don’t let go
The will to live
Strong and stubborn
Feet find firm ground
To live another day
I am a collector of black sheep.
I guess I should back up a little and explain. I have referred to the most influential people in my life as my "black sheep" for as long as I can remember. I had met about 3 of them before I graduated high school, and now I'm up to about a full dozen. These people have either said or done something that has impacted my life in a very important, lasting way.
The one who told me that it was up to me to save myself.
The one who showed me I could truly accomplish whatever I put my mind to.
The one with the unshakable spirit and never-ending kindness.
The one who never judges anybody. Literally nobody.
So many ways that I could list...so many specific moments that made me change my course and start down another path. All of them lead me to where I am today. And all of them are still altering my life in some way or another every single time I have to stop and make a decision. They have shaped the way I see the world and how I choose to live my life. And now one of them has a new baby of their own! I cannot express exactly how much joy I feel at the prospect of a brand new black sheep getting ready to make their own presence known in the world.
She will do great things.
She's growing up in a house with some of the strongest, most passionate people I know. Plus, it's in her genes!
Here's to the next generation of my black sheep.
I love every single one of you.
I am giving birth to a bouncing baby gallstone this week!
I am so beyond ecstatic about the doctors actually finding what could be the cause of most of my complaints...SO.BEYOND.ECSTATIC. I literally almost wept tears of joy when the ultrasound tech showed me the picture. It looked like a giant pearl sitting in my gallbladder.
I felt such pride.
I'll be having the whole damn contraption removed this coming week, and hopefully all of these stupid symptoms go away with it!
I can't wait to feel well again. I can't wait to eat. OMG. I think that's what I've missed the most over the past few months...the ability to think about food without becoming instantly nauseous.
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.