January 2011
7 posts
Hello Fabulous
Last year’s post of the same idea was titled “Goodbye Suck Ass 2009.” Little did I know the challenges I faced in 2009 were nothing compared to what 2010 had in store for me. So I could be saying goodbye again, but I learned something big this year that I’ve heard a lot—but didn’t really LEARN until this year. As cliche as it is, here goes: it’s not...
December 2010
23 posts
Emotions
Emotions run high with stress. My father and I got into an argument. He “didn’t want me to see him this way.” I think it was a terrible excuse. I’ve spent over 10 days this year with him at the hospital. Some days so hopped up on drugs and stress post trauma that he barely remembers.
I know that physically this is his disease. I get frustrated because emotionally it...
I just won another motion!!!!!! Great day!
The big day
Today is the final surgery. If all goes well my pops will be smiling tonight- freely for the first time since 2002.
Going to work seems so unnecessary. Because today I am so blessed and get my father back from the disease that struck him, and our family, ten years ago.
A childhood friend gave birth to her third child today. On her eldests birthday. IN HER CAR. Wowzer.
“I was more into my my new jeggings than I was into him.”
– A dear friend recapping her second date with a boy, who well, “I don’t dislike.” Oh dating…
Barefoot Running
Today I skipped work happy hour in favor of a workout at the office. I was the only person in the gym—which sometimes makes me happy and sometimes horrible. Anyways, I digress. I hopped on the elliptical for about 25 minutes. My feet were going numb (which they do sometimes its annoying). So I thought, what happens if I try to run barefoot? A very slow 25 minutes later I got off the...
tears of joy
my dad just came out of surgery. the doctor expects a good result.
Calamity Kate: MANifestations of hypochondria →
calamitykate:
Saw Love and Other Drugs this week. The critics were right. Too much skin. Excuse me, too much of Anne Hathaway’s skin. Anyways, not the point.
[Semi-spoiler alert].
Anne’s character, Maggie, in the movie has early on-set Parkinson’s. Now, I don’t fancy myself a hypochondriac. Quite…
I am the same way. Oh my hand is shaking I am going to be diagnosed with PD. My...
This is the same hospital where my dad spent a week and a half in rehab for a broken hip. It’s a particularly religious hospital as I was just reminded by the nativity scene outside. We are Jewish, but to avoid feeling out of place, my dad is great at turning to humor. Whenever they ask him if it is ok to pray in Jesus’ name he always says go for it- we need all the help we can get....
Off to the hospital for the actual brain surgery. Here goes nothing!
Im exhausted. But pushing through and headed to the gym. If only Denver had a Dunkin Donuts so I could get a coffee on the way home.
99 Things to Do and...
watching Love Actually isn’t one.
My to do list today is huge. And there is only one thing I want to do: turn off the lights, curl up with a cup of Dunkin Donuts mocha mint coffee, and watch love actually.
However, that will not make it onto the agenda. But taking the dog for a walk in the 70 degree weather (um, Denver, what has gotten into you) will.
13 Tips for Dealing with a Really Lousy Day. →
calamitykate:
jesssica:
Resist the urge to “treat” yourself.
Do something nice for someone else.
Distract yourself.
Seek inner peace through outer order.
Tell yourself, “Well, at least I…”
Exercise.
Stay in contact.
Things will look brighter in the morning.
Remind yourself of your other identities.
Keep perspective.
Write it down.
Be grateful.
Use the emergency mood tool-kit.
Click...
Dbs update
Dad just called on the way home from the hospital. He’s a bit drugged up and “my hair is bloody” but step one was a success!!!!!
Oh life
Dad is in surgery, mom’s phone is off, super busy at work. But it is incredibly hard to focus.
It has crossed my mind to call ths surgeons office-that is how anxious I am.
Step one: You put a hole in the head
Tomorrow is my dad’s first surgery for his deep brain stimulation. There will be three surgeries in all. Tomorrow’s is easy- comparatively. The doctor will insert four steel screws into my father’s skull to serve as a road map for the big brain surgery next week.
I still don’t know what to expect. I find myself dreaming big, but try to bring myself back to reality. ...
Today at a work meeting someone assumed I was a paralegal. All due respect to paralegals (sometimes I don’t know where I’d be without you) but I worked hard for those two oe three letters after my name- JD or Esq. I may be young and a woman but it served as a reminder to be to be careful when making conclusions.
I had a dream last night that Obama and I were work out buddies. He high fived me when I brought my lunch (which I do everyday), ran on the treadmill with me on the basketball court, and his lip injury was healing fine.