Oh how a week can change in the blink of an….. eye.
(you’ll get it later)
I spent more time in a hospital last week… scratch that – in two days… than I ever hope to again.
One of my visits was anticipated.
Matching bracelets on both hands is cool… right?
Remember all the digestive discomfort and stomach pains I was experiencing this summer? Yes well those never really went away. They ebbed and flowed with getting better and then worse again, but in general I stopped talking about it all because I just kind of… got used to it. Also because I was put on a waitlist to see a G.I specialist so was literally just biding my time. After waiting three months on that list, I finally got in to see the specialist this last week. She scheduled me to have an endoscopy (a camera scope put down your throat) and was luckily able to get me in at the end of the week.
So I fasted, got myself to the hospital and put on the sexy blue robe but then… go me… I screwed up and drank some water. I didn’t realize you weren’t even supposed to have water before coming in! So I had to wait an additional 1-2 hours in the waiting room before they could do the procedure.
Everything went fine. In fact, I dare say… it was great. Whatever those sedation drugs were?!…. man I’d have those again. I felt soooooooo lovely that whole afternoon :).
The next morning though, my high came a tumblin’ down.
I got a little banged up.
Doesn’t really do it justice…
I went to the gym for the first time in weeks, and before I even did anything…. I had one of the 45 lb metal bars fall on my face. Literally. I hadn’t even touched the thing.
So, an extremely embarrassing phone call to Dan and a whole lot of ice later, I was right back off to the same hospital. I got knocked pretty hard so the gym workers wanted me to just get checked for any possible concussion.
…and there went my day.
Honestly? It was my pride that was most hurt. I was really embarrassed – for having just returned to the gym and then having this happen. I called work to say I wouldn’t be in that night, and I had to cancel an audition I had that afternoon. I was also supposed to tape three self tapes – all of which I worked hard to schedule and prepare. Looking the way I did… the thought of taping them that day was just a goner. So really, I was just bummed and disappointed.
Physically… I’m fine.
But to go back to what this post ORIGINALLY looked like…. plus, with the unexpected turn of how my week ended, I would really like to remember the other – positive – things that happened this week. Shining a light on our accomplishments with my dear friend Meg, as per the usual practice.
Dan and I made a big batch of homemade pierogis for our freezer, and used the less than perfect ones for a feast of a breakfast.
Pierogis + fried onions + organic pea meal bacon + fried tomatoes
I re-labelled the spices on my spice rack. Much nicer to the eye!
I made a batch of my favorite no bake fudge brownies to use up a half can of coconut milk in my fridge. This time, though, I added peppermint extract to the ganache, because all I seem to want these days is peppermint chococlate or gingerbread. The obsession came on fast this year.
I spent a couple afternoons at home with coffee and a brownie as I scheduled and prepped my auditions for the weekend.
Afternoon coffee/chocolate break
I also used up the last of a can of pumpkin by making some more overnight oatmeal, and got rid of a bag of nuts by making some homemade cashew/almond butter
I spent a lot more great time in the kitchen, but I think I’ll give my recipe reviews their own post as this one is already a big one. But I will say my kitchen time left me with a zaney bowl of zoodddles.
I spent a whole afternoon relaxing in a Starbucks, doing some blogging.
And as a result was able to publish a lofty, yet I hope very informative, post on GHEE which I felt very proud of
My first trip to the hospital meant I got to catch up with my best friend, who graciously volunteered to be my D.D (designated chauffeur). This also meant we got to go on a lunch date to Nu Bugel after I was done. There were too many choices, so I panicked (or the drugs were just making decisions a little extra overwhelming) and just went with a classic. Coconut montreal bagel with peanut butter.
I made use of the beautiful weather – and my little enhanced happiness – to wander Kensington Market and go on a nice walk home. Which included a stop in the library.
Ah my favorite aisle…
When I got home from my… second… trip to the hospital, I was able to be at least a bit productive by finally hanging (most of) our artwork on our walls. Then I went out and bought a new set of nails because somehow I managed to bend every single nail I owned…
But it feels soooooo good to finally have this done. So much more homey.
Dan helped me figure out the best spot in our house to do self tapes and we figured out a great lighting system that I feel really good about.
He also did our laundry. So by default “I got my laundry done,” can still be my accomplishment.
We had a movie night complete with a big pot of stove popped popcorn, matching socks, and a movie that we both ended up falling asleep to. Oh well.
On Sunday (the day after my “accident”)…I was determined. I lathered on enough makeup to tape four self tapes and spent the entire afternoon at home editing them and sending them off. Super super productive. It felt so great. The week ended with an unfortunate and unexpected twist, but between getting my pictures hung, figuring out my taping area and sending all those self tapes, those extra days at home felt really, really good.
Also, Dan has been an absolute gem. He’s reminded me that I’m pretty every few minutes… even when I have a black and purple Jigglypuff sticking out of my face. So he’s kept my spirits up, and has just been a huge huge help with so many things.
Plus, I’ve grown rather fond of my little war scar.
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Have you ever had a black eye?
Are you a fan of sedation drugs?