**At parents house, in bed, it's late, but I know both of them are still up in living room.* Me: *texts dad* "Want to go riding tomorrow or do something if the weather is good?" Mom: *in other room*
"Who texted you?!?!(This late at night?)" Me: *decides to text mom to screw with them.lol*
Me: *texts mom* "I love you, thanks for everything you do for me." Dad: *in other room, to mom*
"Who texted you!?" Me: *busts up laughing*
I can't decide which one I like, so I posted them all.
😍😍😍 Ducky (right) and Goose (left..also called Gustav). (Duck, duck, goose, anyone?) 😂
Funny story: I used to hate dogs. I used to be terrified of them, German Shepherds in particular (childhood "trauma")... If you would have told me five years ago that I would be dog-sitting for a living (well, it's a side job, but it's a regular business for me now) ...and watching Dobermans and Pits, I would have called you crazy!
I love them now. So much personality. Ducky is also quite the snuggler. 😃🙈❤
Goose likes to nibble..lol 😉 He is a good guard dog! 😃
You and me both, Ducky. *** I missed a dose of 1 of my main meds this weekend and now I'm paying for it..The last couple of nights (and today) have been so rough on my stomach. I'm so mad at myself for letting that happen! 😢😠
Shoutout to my mom who has been helping me lately when I'm too tired to cook for myself...I've been sleeping a LOT more -again, like I was in December. It makes me sad because for a quick minute I was thinking I might be able to start my 2nd job back up. Nope. Guess not. I ran into one of my managers from that job, and he said to let them know if/when I was feeling able to return to work.. That was encouraging. It's hard to let go of a job where you're making like, $30/hour, sometimes more... And everyone that knows me, knows I'm a workaholic...so I pretty much have to be on my death bed(or equally as tired) to be quitting something like that. I just spent 24 hours in bed...and the other day took a 5 hour nap. It's days like this I truly wonder what I would do if I was trying to live on my own. It would be very hard.
Like clockwork! haha. Since the new semester started I've got a new schedule with "new" students. (I already knew them, just didn't work with them.) Anyways, after breakfast we have been playing board games, students choice. I'm so thankful to have a teacher's aide and coworkers who can cover for me because..LOL..ibd. This is actually the phrase I jokingly use when I have to leave my students. Glad the current meds are making progress because this is becoming a less common occurrence through out the work day. 💪👐👏 #holla
**not looking for sympathy, just sharing the journey & spreading awareness** Lately, I've been coming to terms with some things.. I'm trying to see my future in a hopeful way, despite the fact that I'll most likely be on meds/ immunosuppressants for the rest of my life. I've been in a flare off and on for about 5 years. The current meds seem to be giving me progress every week. I'm extremely thankful for that, however the side effects of those and the other "complications" are pretty rough. It seems I have a good week, bad week, and then good week again as far as other symptoms go-like fatigue (weird to me). Yesterday after work I felt super tired and lethargic so I checked my HR, and it had dropped down to 25 again. I recovered ok, it was just a difficult night for other reasons.. Today I worked (to be honest, my job isn't physically hard on most days) and I wanted to do something fun afterwards. I had a little bit of energy and I almost convinced myself to *try* going to a rockwall gym for a bit.. After one errand I thought, "Who am I kidding?" (1. I don't have a belay partner, and 2. I won't have the energy to drive 45 mins home afterwards.) and that plan was thwarted. Then I decided to go home take the dualsport out for maybe 30 minutes. On my low energy days I can sometimes muster the strength to do that because I love it so much. I got home today and said, "FORGET THAT." And I slept for almost 5 hours. I've been in bed, awake, for an hour and trying to manage the strength to get up and make myself dinner... The severe fatigue can either be a side effect of the meds or the anemia + thalassemia. Sometimes it gets depressing staring at the walls between naps and thinking of all the athletic things I used to do. I've been working on mindset and trying to see a way to adapt this current state and get back into stuff like running (JK), or martial arts, or playing soccer.. There is this 2-3 month fitness program I want to start, and I'm trying to figure out a way to have energy for it. Doing 3-5 workouts per week seems like Mt. Everest right now, but I want to do it so badly. I'll let you guys know how that goes. [1.5 years on Mesalamine,
11 weeks on 6 MP]
All this labeling of millenials is getting old... I see people my age who I'm definitely embarrassed of. I don't want to "identify" as the same, or associate with them, sure, but then I also feel sorry for these "stupid" people who are honestly just a product of their environment. I know it's a typical thing to cry victim or blame- as a millenial, but while watching (YouTube video) some older adults mock a young man who doesn't know how to change a tire I think to myself, "Where was his father? Why did his parents not teach him that? Nobody was born knowing!" To be honest, my own father never taught me this. I had to learn from a male roommate a few years back...and then prior to that had to ask a male friend to come over and help. I don't like being helpless. My parents just never taught me certain things. I had to ask friends to teach me about guns too. I had to ask my friends to take me hunting at 19 because I felt that was an important life skill I was missing. TBH I couldn't fish to save my life and I hate that...(OK maybe that's half true..) I'm not saying I had horrible parents or anything, but I just find it funny to judge someone who was never taught. I think a lot of millenials were also like the "latch-key kids".
Today I was supposed to go on a long ride with my dad and one or a few of his friends to the coast. (Exciting right?) Well, I had some difficulty sleeping (nightmares) and ended up sleeping in just a little past the time to go.. Turns out it was a meet up of at least 20 riders. That would have been fun. 😩 To make matters worse, when they reached Crescent City, my dad met and spoke to the film crew (and director?) of a Sandra Bullock movie. You win some, and you lose some. lol. I still went riding though. haha