So that’s actually the name of a song I love by Third Eye Blind. Remember them? yeah, good times. So a lot has happened since my last post, which seems like eons ago! Where to begin..
So for years now, pretty much my whole life really, I’ve had strep throat frequently – way more than any normal person should. So at 28 I had a tonsillectomy. Let me tell you, it is NO joyride. I learned not to trust what ANYONE else says about the process besides your surgeon because it is different for every patient. For example;
I was told day 7 was the worst possible day for pain. For me it was day 8. I had my tonsils and adenoids removed. They were massive. And, being not-so-in-shape, unable to swallow pain meds, and overall super stressed out about the process, I ended up being re-admitted to the hospital the day after surgery because I wasn’t taking kindly to the process. I spent a total of 9 days recovering in the hospital, and the 10th day I drove back home. I probably shouldn’t have, but there ya go.
Now I’m back in Goose Bay. I dropped my mom off again in St. Lewis and spent one night there, last night. She was kind enough to spend that time in St. Anthony with me while I was healing.
So now it’s off to work again tomorrow. I’m still feeling really weak, and it’s going to take some time before I have the energy to bike and get back to my normal steady-go lifestyle. I ate a good supper for the first time in nearly two weeks. It’s been a spoonful here and there of cream wheat or popsicles up until tonight (thanks for the smoked salmon, dad!).
Other than that one big thing I guess it’s a lot of tiny things. I’ve come to a few conclusions in my life that I guess came with all that time lying in my hospital bed pondering over how I was leading my life. It really does seem like forever trying to pass a day when you’re just lying there, fyi.
I’ve decided I’m going to give up on the dating scene. I’ve had a lot of bad luck lately, not entirely my or the other persons fault, but I’ve decided it’s best that I just live my life and give up on trying to find that ‘one’ person who’s supposed to make everything right. I’m having way too much fun riding my bike, working my ass off, adventuring in my truck and hanging out with my friends to have that much time to devote to another person. Like it or not, the reality is, having that other person around changes you. It turns out I’m not ready to take that turn again yet.
I also came to the realization that my health is now my number one priority. During my stay in the hospital I lost a total of 15 pounds and man can I notice it. I have a goal in mind of where I want to be, and a rough estimate of when I want to be there. I’m going to work harder than ever before, and I’m excited for the ride. Less salt, less stress, more smiles. So many smiles.
Love to you all. It’s great to be back in blog land.
I spent all of last week in the beautiful city of St. John’s Newfoundland. I haven’t been to “Sin Jawns” since 2006 and it was really great to see all of my friends again. I walked the downtown streets a number of times and I have the blisters to prove it. There was a lot of rain, but when the sun did shine, boy was it ever magnificent.
Between me and my friends Jody and Savannah we checked out:
Rosie the Rebel
The Newfoundland Chocolate Company
The Natural Health Store
and a bunch of box stores and the Avalon Mall
And of course, the popular touristy destinations like the Basilica, the National War Memorial, the Rooms, Commissariat House, Signal Hill, and more. I also got a special treat from my best friend Savannah. Savannah plays the drums and is taught weekly by a very popular St. John’s artist. She took me to one of her favorite spots in town to play and played “Paradise City” for me. Rather fitting, and I was so proud of her. I also met her drum teacher who was just as awesome as she described.
It was a great week. My eyes were opened to an entirely new way of life. I’m used to living in towns with a population under 10,000 so it’s nice to see how the other side lives sometimes. Turns out we’re all weird. Haha.
Til next time.
I can’t believe I forgot to blog about this! During the last semester of college my friend Carol Hopkins and I took on a special project to help preserve the Mi’Kmaq way of life, including oral histories, by way of a blog. We spoke to many people about their experiences within the culture and were graciously donated rights to photos which have been posted on flickr (note the side bar). Take a look at our blog and please leave a comment!
Thanksgiving. Ironically enough, the thing I’ve always been the most thankful for is the thing that always seems to be the greatest distance away from me during Thanksgiving. Family. I miss being with my parents, my aunts, and my grandmother. This year especially though, I miss my grandfather. Though he wasn’t that vocal about this holiday in particular there was always a sense of peace given to sit and observe him while he ate his Turkey dinner and pondered many thoughts while staring out the kitchen window.
This Thanksgiving I became especially jealous of not being around my family. Mom uploaded photos to her facebook of the large Turkey dinner she cooked for her, dad and two of her friends. I set the photo that someone took of her and dad together behind the kitchen table full of food as my desktop background, now everytime I close a window I feel hungry and sad, haha.
Aaron and I drove out to Maidstone today, beautiful spot, though I don’t reccomend going there while the wind is strong and blowing off the water. That’s what it was like today; I discovered that there’s a majorly unpleasant smell of cow…..stuff. After a while you kind of get used to the smell, but to newcomers like Aaron and I..eghhh. It sucks trying to take photos through a car window too haha.
Here’s some photos anyway!