For two and a half years, my brood has avoided the virus. We got it now.
My youngest tested himself on Friday night and was positive (he had cold symptoms and sat with a friend the day before who tested positive). My oldest tested himself on Sunday and was negative, tested again on Monday and was positive. I tested on Tuesday after work and was positive. Hubby hasn’t tested at all but is sick with fever/chills and now has a painful cough.
I feel happy to be off work for the rest of the week. I found out yesterday that I have to write an IEP for Monday (in my old district, it would have been done for me because it’s a new student- but my new district is a bit different and there’s a huge learning curve). I’m so thankful to have the time to dissect the psychologist’s report and scores, and learn the new system we’re now using for IEPs.
I feel happy to have my oldest here with us, because he works nearly every evening, and sometimes we go days without seeing each other at all. It’s nice to slow down for a minute.
It’s early Saturday morning, and I woke up with a lot of hope today.
I had the same amount of pain this week. By Thursday I had had enough and felt compelled to make an appointment. But with whom?
I thought of that integrative wellness center not far away and promptly called. From what I can gather, this place mixes traditional with Western medicine for optimal care. Perfect- right? Wrong. They didn’t have any appointments for the rest of the year. Their 2023 schedule isn’t out yet, so I was unable to make an appointment, but if I had, It wouldn’t have been till next year.
Then, I called my primary. The same primary that’s been irritating me the past couple visits with stupid nonsense. Like always commenting on my arms’ extra skin and asking if I’m planning on getting skin surgery. I think she actually giggled when I told her I had no interest in surgery and planned on visualizing the extra skin away.
After my last visit, I vowed to find a primary who was a little more holistic, but haven’t switched- or even found a new one yet. So I called the old primary and scored an appointment for 9am on Friday morning.
I’d have to take the day off work, and I got off the phone from making the appointment with a sour feeling in my stomach. In reality, I didn’t think she would be able to help me. I truly believe that she would check my organs, and assuming they’re fine, attribute this to my RA and tell me I’d have to see someone else, probably my rheumatologist. Maybe I should just cancel. I couldn’t stop thinking.
Incidentally, on Wednesday I randomly called Dr. Tent’s (world-renowned functional doctor/chiropractor who is local to me) office. Since it’s been over three years since I’d been there, I’d have to talk to the new patient lady to make an appointment. She wasn’t in, but would call me back on Thursday.
She called me back on my lunch break, as I continued to contemplate cancelling my appointment. She got my information and I was ready to take the first appointment, but was uncertain as to when that would be.
She had a cancellation Friday morning at 9am with Dr. Jeff! Out of the three doctors there, I feel that he is most knowledgeable about gut health, and since that’s been a huge area of focused healing for me, I thought it was perfect. I promptly took it and called my primary back to cancel. Now, my soul was happy feeling.
I was not feeling super optimistic going in. Connecting to people online with lymphedema made me realize that this is something you don’t really get rid of, which is horrifying and devastating all at once.
Dr. Jeff said I have an infection in my legs. Staff or Strep- or maybe both. He gave me a supplement that would fight the bacteria and also one that would help with the swelling/inflammation. He said it’s the closest thing he has to a steroid, but said it should help the problem pretty quickly. It’s a type of enzyme and when I looked it up after getting home, it did seem to have some amazing qualities– and so I’m optimistic.
I went in thinking that with the visit and recommended supplements, I’d be spending hundreds of dollars. I was happy to leave the office with renewed hope and a medical bill under $200. I go back in two weeks for a recheck, so if this doesn’t work- hopefully he has some other tricks up his sleeve- but we ain’t gonna talk about that cause it’s gonna work!!!!!
Also, before going in, I decided to take his advice on diet- even if I had to go back to AIP. I promised myself that if I was going to pay out of pocket and get my hopes up, then I was going to give myself the best chance for success- which doesn’t include taking the doctor’s directions half-assed.
Although the dietary directions seemed simple, I already screwed it up! I accidentally ate cheese with my lunch (it was a super organic microwave meal that I thought was dairy and gluten free- but it wasn’t dairy free and contained real cheese) and then the creamer I had with my restaurant coffee I had with dinner.
I can and will do better today 💪
So.. that’s all very exciting- right? The thought of not having do deal with these hot and heavy legs is like the sweet taste of heaven.
In other news, it’s been an exciting weekend– sort of.
We live on an acre and have an acre lot empty next to us that my mother and father-in-law own. We’ve been talking about buying it from them for several months-and trying to figure out if we should just buy 30 feet and have them sell the rest (we needed the 30 feet for an easement from that sewer project we had done). With the economy and not such secure jobs, it’s kind of scary- but in the end we bought the whole thing.
We had written up a contract and took it to be notarized yesterday and gave them a check. So it’s officially ours 🎉✨
Now I need to feel good enough to make something or do something with this land!
Also, this is the weekend that one of my heros, Timber Hawkeye, will be nearby. He’s visiting Finley Ohio for a Q & A session and booktalk for his new book. It’s only 90 minutes away and I’ve been excited for this date for months now.
Last night my youngest, who stayed home from school yesterday with a cough and runny nose, tested positive for Covid.
I don’t have symptoms, but hubby had a headache all day yesterday and wants to take a test- or just to isolate thinking that he might have it. I’m not sure I feel responsible visiting Timber with a covid positive in my household. So I don’t know if I’ll get to see Timber this evening. It’s sad, but in a weird way the thought of isolating all weekend makes me extremely giddy 🤔
Life feels so much better than it did a few weeks ago 🤪 For the first time in weeks, I felt joy early this morning. The kind of joy that comes from listening to a good song and feeling so grateful, for this life, and brings tears to your eyes.
I don’t think I’ve written this yet, but I’ve been sort of suicidal these past few weeks. I lost my mom suddenly at 37, which destroyed my life for a while- and because of losing her– I would never ever do anything to myself that would bring that same pain to my family. So, I’m never worried about killing myself. But.. reading about how lymphedema can be caused by a blood clot, I’ve occasionally thought that if it was a clot, and it traveled to my lungs or brain- and killed me, well that would be okay with me. Sometimes I wished it.
I always think back to our mountain vacation. Much of the pain I felt (mostly legs/knees) was new and scary- I was constantly pushing the fears out of my head and trying to live normally. In reality, I missed out on activities and sometimes felt as though I was an imposter, going through the motions of how our vacation should be.
As I got out of bed yesterday morning, extremely slow and bow legged- I thought of that time- and how much getting out of bed like that bothered me. I guess I’m just used to it now because I’m rocking my slowness and pain (it doesn’t bother me anymore- at least not like it used to).
The other big thing in life right now, work, has been good. I wouldn’t have probably said this a week ago, LOL.
Yesterday was Friday and after work, I felt something that I’ve been missing for a long time- passion.
I think things started to shift after a conversation with my sister the other day. I told her that even though it might be slightly over-optimistic, I have to believe that changing jobs so abruptly, and going through obstacles with the new job is for my greatest and highest good.
I’ve been knowing for a while now that I’m a poor communicator and need to work on these skills. This job is helping build those skills. I’m working with students who need a lot of support from a lot of different adults- and I am having to communicate with them constantly.
It hasn’t always been easy, some teachers (or maybe just one or two) are really mad that x student is in their room with not enough support, etc etc etc. I’ve dealt with some ugly/sticky situations already.
It’s so much easier when you don’t take things personally! I think I’m kind of rocking it (this communication- dealing with other adults kind of thing), whereas I know in the past I would have been overthinking everything.
I’m also making good connections. When I’m chatting with one of my favorite teachers (who has one of my more challenging students and is amazing with her) and we realize that our kids are in choir together- it reminds me why I moved schools. I’m so much enjoying the community feeling. I’ve met quite a few people already who have freshman at the high school (mine is a freshman also). I think I might spot some new friends at his next school function 😄
The conversations and connections I’ve been making feel genuine and good, and I’m often inspired while listening. Life is so much less messy, and so much more fun when you’re not constantly worried that you offended someone, and generally overthinking everything.
Lastly, I’m becoming attached to my new kiddos, and having successes- which always feels amazing. These kids are definitely much different than the students I worked with at my last school. That took a minute to get used to, but I love the new kids– just like I loved the old. Our successes look a bit different now sometimes, but that’s all the better.
Okay, I promised Jules a walk, so I better get out there (it’s 7:30 on Sunday morning). One thing I want to share first.
For my lymphedema, I ordered a vibration plate to help move the fluid out. I’m going to stand on it for 15 minutes twice a day for a week or so and then hopefully decrease down to using it just a couple or few times per week.
It came yesterday and I used it once then and then again this morning. Call me crazy, but I think it’s already helping!
Ok- I’m off for a walk- and feeling grateful that I can walk 😁
Life has been crazy since the beginning of last week. Not only did I start the new job, but I’ve been dealing with a new called edema.
It’s in my legs and it’s awful. They’re so big and swollen that I can’t wear most of my pants and have to mostly wear athletic shoes- the one pair I have that’s room and cushy enough not to hurt.
I’m so tired of being in pain! Not to complain, but it’s really been getting me down. On top of the stupid pain, I’m trying to not look like I’m 100 years old at my new job. I’m tired of feeling old, slow and big, tired of my feet hurting whenever I walk and being afraid every morning of how well, or unwell I can move.
Luckily, I’ve been able to keep it hidden (I think) at work. I’m sure people notice me walking funny, or getting up or down slow- but also doubt that anyone thinks much about it.
I also miss my old school, and students, alot. It’s been making me feel down this week! The kids at my new school have severe disabilities and I’m struggling with finding the appropriate activities and also connecting with them- something that’s always come super easy to me (connecting with kids).
The good news is that my caseload is relatively super low (like under 10, unheard of for a resource room teacher), and the special education team at the new school is amazing, and has been so helpful to me.
I think much of the sadness is because of this tough medical stuff I’m going through- but also mourning the changes in my job.
Spiritually, I believe I’m supposed to be here learning and maybe teaching someone something.. I knew this might be difficult and anticipated changes, and think that once I get into a routine and know my kids better, I’ll feel a lot better.
I do like the short commute! Although, the longest road I drive on is one mile. By the end of the first week, I was actually thinking on the way home that this is the longest one mile road I’ve ever driven! It took less than a week to become that spoiled, lol.
I left for work this morning feeling better than I have since last week. I’m wearing a new pair of pants I bought at a hippy store in Tennessee and came to work in sandals. For the first time in a few weeks, I felt almost cute! I did LOTS of walking during the morning, so I had to switch to my athletic shoes by lunch, but might put my sandals back on in a bit. My weight is two pounds down from being over ten pounds up, so I’m hoping the edema is improving.
That’s about it for an update. No cleansing or smoothies for a couple weeks- and my diet hasn’t been that clean. I’m working on it- and I’ll get there- eventually. I at least need to eliminate dairy/gluten/eggs- which I’m mostly doing- so I just need to bite the bullet and be strict.
Its late Sunday morning & I’m feeling better (mentally and physically) than I have in a few days. My cats are happy that we’re home and my dog was so excited to see me at the doggie daycare. He’s funny. He’s always excited when I pick him up- even if I only drop him for a few hours. But this morning, he gave me a loud vocal complaint, along with his usual excited silliness- it sounded something like, “It’s about time you came for me, MOM!”
Now he’s happily lounging on the couch 😍
We drove home yesterday and my biggest body complaint has been pain in the back of my legs/knees. It makes it super hard to get up or sit down. Once I start walking, they loosen up, but I literally look like a bow legged tin man when trying to go from sitting to moving.
So I’ve been trying to stretch my legs throughout the day, and it’s been helping a little. But I had a good idea on the way home to try to get in a peloton workout before bed.
I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to do it without hurting myself more, but I tried a 10 minute workout and was able to complete it 👊🏻💪🏻 (Candence never went say, above a 40, but I was still ecstatic). And my legs felt a little looser 👏🏼👏🏼
The only hiccup is that I have an foot insert that I need to use sometimes- other times it hurts to use it- my darn feet are SO finicky!! Well I used it and felt my foot hurting midway through my ride. I wasn’t going to stop a 10 minute ride to take it out so I just worked through it. A little while after the ride, I noticed that my ankle had swollen into a giant cankle. I didn’t panic, put my compression sock on and vowed to never make that mistake again.
Today I woke up happy that my legs/knees were less stiff. After getting my dog and having some coffee, I did a 20 minute ride (stats were so much better than yesterday- and I was able to keep up with instructor for most of it 💪🏻) without the insert. It felt good! And walking up and down the stairs was so much easier afterwards.
The importance of movement was never forgotten, but this experience has solidified it in stone. I’ve known for awhile the importance of it for my mental health, but this put it in a new perspective.
Something else has been on my mind; the idea that my body issues have less to do with the food and medicines I’m taking and more to do with my beliefs, inner pain and resistance.
On what would be the last day of the Heavy Metal Detox Cleanse (for right now), I was talking to my sister- and I asked her if she had talked to our dad.
“No, not yet. I plan to call him today- but going to wait a bit. He’s usually cranky in the morning because his hands hurt when he wakes up.”
It was so familiar- and icky to hear! It was so discouraging, because while I could relate to the pain, my lifestyle is so much different than his and it just didn’t add up.
For example, he drinks, smokes and has such a poor standard american diet (SAD, I know 😂), that he truly believes that a quaker granola bar is a healthy snack.
He listens to his doctors, and asks no questions about treatment. He’s on prescribed pain medication, and a slew of others- and truly believes they help him- or that he needs them (and maybe he does- who am I to judge?). I could never see him paying out of pocket for alternative health care, or to see someone who is holistic- he believes that he has fine medical care that his (pristine) health insurance pays for.
Movement is about the only thing that we do have in common (he keeps himself busy with constant home projects & walks on the treadmill whenever he is strong enough).
It feels great to be home. It feels weird to anticipate going to work tomorrow- especially knowing that I’m brand new. Wish me luck please, I hope the week isn’t long, I like my new coworkers & that my body cooperates 🙏🏻
It’s a day later, and yesterday I got everything I needed after I wrote my post. My new director called me to let me know that I was okay to start on Monday and she set me up with a text group of my new team, including my mentor who has been so supportive so far. I also got a call from the new hire lady, who also told me that I’m okay to start on Monday and that I can now set up my email account- but have to do it on the school’s network, so it’ll have to wait until Monday.
My previous job was also posted shortly after writing. I was worried that our numbers were too low and they would try to save money and not hire someone. That would be a ton of extra work for my work-mates, so that’s a relief!
I still have a few things to do to wrap up my old job- like sending their new teachers their information at a glance, and to put together sub plans in case they don’t hire someone before the start of the year. I’ll get it done, and not feeling too stressed about it. Also, I want to email my parents and let them know that I’m leaving, but should get my principal’s approval first, I suppose.
I feel so crazy, excited- totally nervous- all wrapped up in one big tornado funnel of emotions!
The new hire lady forwarded me the schedule for Monday. It starts with the entire district staff meeting at the high school. We do the same thing in Royal Oak on our first day-the entire district gets together and celebrates the start of the year. It’s always such a nerve wracking event, for someone who has a bit of social anxiety. It’s only going to be a zillion times worse this year, going into a new place with all new faces. I can’t even believe that’s gonna be my reality on Monday 😨
I’m going to keep taking deep breaths and keep being thankful that where I have to go is within walking distance from my house- and I don’t have to drive 35+ minutes to get there. I’m also going to keep reminding myself that change is necessary sometimes, and makes room for even bigger and better things.
Our vacation is going pretty good. We climbed a tower yesterday and saw a long ways. We drove through the smokey’s and stopped at numerous viewing areas and streams. At the house, I saw two bear cubs hours apart, but from a distance and they never made it near the house.
We had to walk uphill .5 miles to get to the tower. Overall, my body felt pretty good yesterday and my feet did awesome during the walk. We soaked in the hottub afterwards and again this morning. My whole body is a bit more achy today, so we just stayed home and relaxed all day.
Tomorrow I think we are going to go into town and hit the shops (there are a ton). I can’t believe we already leave in a few days, but that’s okay because I really miss the pets. And I’m a little eager to jump into this new job, lol.
It’s been a great mountain trip so far! The boys love the house. There are two spacious levels, and their rooms, along with a pool table, hot tub and mini wet bar are all downstairs. They’ve spent much of our time here “chillin” on that lower level. It’s nice to see them having fun and we’re feeling so grateful for this time together.
I’ve been feeling a huge amount of stress since arriving- all to do with starting a new job. We got here on Sunday, and I was afraid of what email’s I’d wake up to on Monday morning, as I had emailed in my resonation over the weekend. I’m feeling so paranoid- about everything. There was a discrepancy when I went to do my new hire paperwork, and I don’t even know what school I’m working at! When she called right after my interview, she offered me a job at Orchard Hills. The post-it note on “new hire” file said I’d be at Parkview. I don’t really care which one, but it’s unsettling to not know.
I’m also paranoid that my old district is going to come after me. I gave such short notice, surely they’ll sue me for all of last years wages..
And I expected my job to be posted right away– but it’s not.. Why haven’t they posted it? What’s going on? I fully expect them to call the news on me for a story about how educators are leaving poor kids for their own benefit.
I haven’t gotten my new work email set up yet, I’m waiting for someone to contact me- but with each passing day, I think that maybe I should read the new hire paperwork and see if I’m supposed to set it up. The lack of emails from the new job is unnerving, and I’m positive I’m missing important info about me having to be there this week- when in actuality, I can’t because I’m across the country. Surely my new director is going to demand I start work- and I’ll have to say no.
Then there’s the biggest fear- yet constantly looming over my head- it’s a mistake- they aren’t really going to hire you. Any day now they’re going to call and say, “Nevermind.”
Soooo.. lots of work anxiety going on here. Also worried about my physical health. I think I’ll be alright- but I don’t think I’m going to be able to hide my problems for long. Even just wearing compression gloves usually invites comments/questions. Oh well.
Other than that, it truly has been a great trip! My hubby recently got a new camera and is really enjoying playing with it here- especially with all the bears around here! Below are actual pictures from here of 3 cubs frolicking and then following their mom onto the neighbor’s pick-up truck. He’s getting some awesome pictures!
We had a pretty easy (8 hour) drive here. We arrived Sunday around 5pm and had lots of time to chill. Yesterday, our first full day, we went into the Smokey Mountain National Park and walked to a waterfall- it was cool. Then we ate Mexican food, then got groceries. We all splurged and spent way too much on groceries, but now will eat out less. We were going to walk around the little shops around here, but it cost $20 to park- so we thought we’d make a day out of it. We were only going to go into a few yesterday so it wasn’t worth it to park.
That’s about it. Nothing planned today except maybe going back to the park for a little bit. I’m glad the entire fam is on the same page and good with doing a whole lotta nothing this week! ☺️
Sometime late last night, I decided to go back on my shot. I’d been thinking heavily about it for the past couple of days, and I sleepily made the unquestionable decision.
I didn’t take any pain meds before bed (yay me!), but hurt all over significantly when I woke up when hubby came to bed. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back into bed, hubby nudged my hand and although it was very gentle, it made my wrist go against a lot of pain and resistance. “Ouch!” I nearly screamed.
What followed next hurt my heart. He reached over to hold me so gently, as he has been doing these past months, but shortly after getting his arm around my abdomen (avoiding my shoulders/arms at all costs) it’s as if he remembered my sensitive state, pulled his arm away, turned over and went to sleep.
He can’t even touch me. I kept thinking, and knew that I couldn’t continue to live like this.
The wake-up wasn’t too awful, and I took my shot in the morning.
I walked for about 1.4 miles (foot hurt pretty bad, never improved throughout the walk) and did my cleanse. I ate tuna nuggets with pork rind breading for lunch, and took a wonderful nap.
After my nap, my new school called and I was able to go get my paperwork filled out. This was such a relief as I’d been worrying about loose ends needing to be tied up while we’re in Tennessee.
It felt like since I took my shot and was following my heart more, things were finally falling into place!
Saturday’s wake-up was such a welcomed relief. That shot must’ve done wonders, because I felt so much better. Not perfect, mind you, but not sore everywhere.
It’s now Sunday and we’re on our way to Tennessee. The drive is going good so far, we just drove through Cincinnati and only have about 270 miles to go!
Yesterday I was able to get a lot done to prepare for this trip- I’m so grateful l took the damn shot. I brought one with me too, so that I don’t miss my next dose. I’m not sad about this- just more curious about what it means for my health- this cleanse.
I did not bring my blender or juicer or any of my “special” cleansing foods. I’m taking a break from cleansing- at least for this week. I’ve been still avoiding dairy, gluten and eggs and hopeful that I can maintain eating this way.
I think the cleanse did something and definitely planning on getting back to it, but maybe on an every-other-day basis or something- it was too much emotionally and physically (so much time and effort for my hands- both of which are still weak and sore).
But for now, I’m gonna enjoy feeling better with my family, doing lots of relaxing and rejuvenating in a beautiful place 🏔🗻🌲🌳🌱💐🌸🌈
Today’s been a little better. It started out super slow and painful, but you know what? I didn’t eat. Not yet anyway, and it’s after 5pm. I would like to fast, at least for 24 hours, but honestly I just don’t have it in me– not today anyway. I did make a vow last night to eat better- at least less fats. Last night I finished the small container of dairy/gluten free ice cream I started the night before. I owe it to myself to try everything before resorting to going back on meds. And I can’t keep living like this– not with going back to work anyways-I can barely move at times 😬
I took today very slow. I woke up and iced my foot, then talked on the phone and didn’t walk until I’d been up for a couple hours. Now that it’s later in the summer, days aren’t as hot and I can walk the dog later. My foot hurt and I only was able to walk 1.5 miles.
I laid around for awhile after getting home, and finally got around to making celery and lemon juice around 11:00. I didn’t finish the celery juice until after 2pm then had to take my son to his orthodontist appointment. When I got home I took a nap. When I woke up I felt the best I’ve felt in a day or two. I’m now drinking the heavy metal detox smoothie and it’s after 5.
I may or may not eat later on. If I do, I plan to have a baked potato with spinach, a little dressing or salsa and maybe cauliflower rice. I might have the liver rescue smoothie instead. If I’m feeling extra hungry, I might do both.
Yesterday was a long and emotional day, and the stress may have contributed to feeling bad. I got up early so I could juice celery and do the cleanse (the other drinks were already made). I walked and started the cleanse when I got back. I took the smoothie with me and drove to pack up my classroom. I was emotional on the way there- which was a foreign feeling for me leaving a job. I think I’ve ran from every other job I quit! This job is different- and I’m different- no longer running from stressful relationships. In the nine years I’ve been there, I’ve changed SO much. I lost my mom, accepted and dealt with my alcoholism and in a nutshell-I grew up.
I didn’t have a ton of things to pack, but still it was a lot of work for my healing body. Afterwards, I had to get to the airport to pick up my niece. I had go back a few hours later to get my own kiddo- but hubby was out of work and drove- and I was grateful to just ride.
It’s starting to hurt typing this up, so I’ll leave it as that.