It has been a rough few weeks, lorddddd. It all started end of April, when I was dog sitting for Anu’s sister. I picked the dog up from the kennel, and literally immediately upon walking out the door he threw up stomach acid. The kennel people said he hadn’t been eating much. He then started hacking and coughing constantly, and refused to eat or drink for 2 days. I took him to the vet and turned out he had kennel cough 😩 luckily with some antibiotics and rest he ended up being ok (but lost 10 lbs and the family had to come back early from Hawaii to take care of him). So it was a stressful week and a half. Right after the dog saga, I had Melisa’s bachelorette party in Vegas. I drove there, which is an absolutely beautiful drive but it was slightly dampened by me having some kind of food poisoning or stomach bug or allergic reaction or something. My stomach was in KNOTS and so painful the whole drive and then the entire trip. Extremely bloated, cramping constantly, and just painful as fuck. Nothing helped it. I definitely also did not help it by staying up late, drinking, and eating like trash. I did discover that beer made it worse, while water and tea and wine/mojitos were ok. So strange. Vegas is already overstimulating af, but sharing a room with 3 other girls, one of whom is going through a miscarriage and some other serious shit, was emotionally draining. After Vegas, I returned home for a week where I basically worked and tried to get my stomach to stop hurting. Then I flew home to MN and was in Melisa’s wedding. As far as weddings go it was actually pretty low-key, but I just find weddings stressful in general, and Taylor, who I was sharing a room with, was up all night crying and gasping in pain because she had thrown her back out and even codeine and steroid shots weren’t helping. A lot of sleep was NOT had. A few days later I flew home to Colorado, and then promptly had my wisdom teeth surgery which I was absolutely terrified for. Like, had been stressing and dreading and putting it off for over 6 months. All in all it was actually a breeze. It didn’t hurt, the whole process was seamless, I felt a little silly for being so worried. Even getting put to sleep was no big deal and I woke up feeling a little out of it but fine. The most annoying thing was not being able to eat hard food, and my cheek being sore. I didn’t really follow the after care instructions, and went out 3 days after my surgery for drinks with Anu. Oops. The universe gave me some instant karma when my wallet got stolen at the bar and the thief used my work credit card to buy over $1000 in shit at a food truck. I was so mad. Who does that. Ugh. Luckily, a Good Samaritan found my wallet and dropped it off to Jessica, sans all credit cards but with my ID and gift cards intact! So alls well that ends….semi well. The day after the wallet situation, I decided to have some doordashed ramen with anu. Almost immediately I got raging heartburn, and then some other wildly un-fun stomach related symptoms that I will spare the details on. For the next week I was back to dealing with stomach pain and cramping and just general discomfort every day all day. Ugh.
By beginning of this month I was healing up from my teeth and ready to just start working out and eating right and enjoying summer. I lost 5 lbs from the surgery diet and the ramen, and I was feeling so good and went on a few long walks with anu. And then, I got bronchitis. It hit me like a damn train. It’s been 11 days and I am still hacking up a lung/phlegm/struggling to breathe at times. It’s actually insane, I have never had a cough like this before. There were days when I genuinely thought I was gonna have to go to the hospital because it was so hard to breathe. I missed Carly’s dads funeral, and I missed 4 days of my trip home to go to the cabin cause I was so sick. Frustrating af. Luckily I was well enough to drive up to MN (I didn’t wanna get on a plane and be that person coughing and hacking) and made it here in one piece.
Emma and I had a nice couple of days just chilling at the cabin. We went out to some new bars, ate good food, read books, and sat looking out at the lake. It was just what I needed. I’m sure I gained back the 5 lbs I lost and probably then some which has been weighing on me but I need to remind myself I can get right back onto my healthy eating when I get home and I can go on walks or to yoga or things like that, even if my lungs are still healing. I feel like I’m starting to get a bad cold, so I’m just hoping my body can fight it off. Between the stomach thing in Vegas, my teeth, the ramen food poisoning, and bronchitis I am just so desperate to feel good again. Going to devote the rest of June and July to getting to a good healthy place. Mental health wise it’s just been draining. The drinking probably isn’t helping- I didn’t drink at all in April until the last weekend in Vegas and while I didn’t lose any weight I think I felt better mentally. I wanna get back there.
Really reminds me if you don’t have your health you don’t have anything!!
