Summer Hiatus

I am on a break for the next three weeks. After a great weekend in Chicago, I am off work until August 11. My brother has moved down, and we have friends and family coming to visit.

Therefore, I will be at the beach.

I'll be thinking of you.

The Summer Of Sighs

Really, I'm not one to complain. I'm pretty positive and optimistic and cheerful. But this summer? Has not really been the most awesome.

It all started out about six weeks ago with the house stuff. You know, the pipes? And the Large Sum Of Money? And not being able to live in the house for two weeks? That wasn't so fabulous.

And in the middle of all that? Well, some health stuff happened. I wasn't sure if I was going to write about it or not because I needed to get through some of it and be more all right with it. To sum things up, I'm having some uterus issues. We know for pretty much sure it's not cancer, most likely it's really bad endometrosis, but I have to go back to get another ultrasound in three months after I've been on the Pill for these three months because hopefully that will clear up all the issues. And then in six months, I need some blood work, and then after that? Well, I might not be able to have kids.

It's really funny, because both Pete and I are very similar -- very free-spirited and flighty, and it took us a while to settle down, and we have always wanted to have kids, but we knew we wanted to be married for a couple of years first. So when this news hit, we were both really upset about it all.

And being the very Pro-Choice person I am, I believe that while fertility treatments and drugs and all that are fine for whomever would like them, they are not for me. I do not want shots and drugs and hormones (yes, I know the Pill is a hormone), because I firmly believe that if my body can't have kids, then it can't have kids. And that is something that is pretty hard to accept, but something that might be a very real possibility.

So all of this crap that has been happening has, obviously, caused me to be pretty stressed, especially because there was (and very slightly still is a chance, but only slight) a chance that what was happening with my body was a life-threatening or serious disease situation. So, not very fun at all. And all that stress ate away at my immune system, so first I had the stomach flu for a week, and then I got, and am getting over, a head cold.

It seems like my body is having a mind of its own this summer. I told Pete that I needed a vacation from my body, and he told me I should eat fried meat pies, since that would be something I would never in a million years do.

So that's what has been going on. An interesting summer, to say the least. Things are a lot better than they were a couple of weeks ago, and I'm looking forward to Chicago this weekend and then two full weeks of NO WORK! before the school year starts up again. I'm also looking forward to not being sick anymore, and the Pill helping out with all of this both physically and emotionally painful stuff my body has been going through.

See that optimism?

Note To Self

Even though you think you have finally recovered from the horrible, violent stomach flu that you woke up with on the morning of the Fourth of July, the one that kept you from going to Gainesville to hang with friends for the holiday, the one that made sure the only explosives you saw actually came out of your body instead of the sky, the one you got from those gross toddlers you're working with all summer, you might not be over it just yet.

So when you go to the beach and stop by your favorite health food store to finally, finally eat a real meal, the kind of meal you normally eat, the one filled with whole grains, fruits, vegetables, and well, TONS OF FIBER, and you order your favorite tofu sandwich, you might want to rethink it.

Especially do NOT order Kombucha. Yes, you drink it all the time, and it normally makes you feel great, but when your stomach is having issues, a fermented, bacteria drink is probably not the best idea.

Because then, you will leave the beach in a hurry. You will run to your car and hope that you can make it home in time because a disaster has brewed in your stomach. One that will keep you up all night and cause you to miss work the next day and hope that this shit (literally) is over and you can finally feel normal again.

And you probably will not be drinking that Kombucha for some time, because the very thought of it is making your stomach roil.

Anti

After not living here for two weeks because of the plumbing and then starting working again, I've had zero computer time. Normally, I'm a blogging, facebooking, emailing fiend, but lately, I would rather be at the beach.

Maybe I'll get inspired again when it's not so hot out, but at the moment, I am having little desire to blog about anything. It seems like a lot of the blogs I normally read are on summer hiatus, too.

Will I be seeing you at the beach?