Last week started like any other. First, I scared myself half to death by watching “Silence of the Lambs” for the first time. Usually, slasher movies don’t scare me as much as ghost movies do (those Paranormal Activity moves scare the bejesus out of me), but this really freaked me out. I don’t care if you’re 90 years old, are in a wheelchair, and wearing a habit, I am NOT helping you move that couch into your van.
Second, I accidentally bought fabric softener and washed everything I ever owned in it. All my stuff came out smelling amazing, but it was oily and greasy and gross. It sucked. They should really put that stuff in different looking bottles than laundry detergent. Or sell them on completely opposite parts of the store. Get on that Target.
So things were going according to a typical week (for me, anyway) when suddenly, on Wednesday, I was wracked with the most painful stomach ache ever. I was at work, and they were so bad, I couldn’t even walk to my bus stop to go home. Obvious thoughts were gas, poo, indigestion, all those lady-like things, but nothing alleviated it. I finally managed to stumble home, and for a while, thought it was getting better. Unfortunately, it would rear its ugly head again the following day. After many, many, MANY texts from my mom, I dragged myself to the doctor who believed I probably had gall stones. Still, she decided I would need to be pricked for a blood draw and humiliated with a urine sample. It was a lot to take in before 8 a.m.
A week later, things are better, but not 100%. I went to the doctor for a follow-up appointment on Monday, and she thinks that since I’m getting better, she wants to wait and see if things will clear up on their own. Fingers crossed.
|No one wants to see a picture of a gall bladder, so instead, here's an adorable picture of Millie yawning.|
Immediately after my doctor’s appointment, I went to a volunteer event for my work which was being hosted by EarthCorps. Yep, that’s how dedicated I am. It was actually really fun though. We cleaned up a park, and took down some nasty, invasive plants. Beforehand, they had a pre-yoga stretch which, OK I kind of laughed about when they sent an email saying that was happening, but it was actually uh-mazing. It’s totally different doing a sun salutation and looking up and seeing blue sky and green, leafy trees instead of a ceiling.
|Here's some peeps about to go into downward dog. It was tres divertido (there's a little French AND Spanish for ya)|