I have a problem. A sock problem.
Yes, you read that correctly… socks.
What in the world is a sock problem? I’m obsessed with “fun” socks. I don’t care about basic socks, I like patterned, crazy colored, and unusual socks! How many socks make a problem? Well, according to Dan, it’s the amount of socks that are currently in my closet. Yes, they’re in the closet. I have enough socks they have their own drawers (yup, plural) that go in my closet.
So, I wanted this post to be entirely written from Dan’s perspective, but he isn’t comfortable with doing that. He wanted me to do it Mad-Libs style for him… but I’m not comfortable doing that. What am I going to do instead? Well, I’m going to do it survey style. By writing out questions that he can answer on his own, he has the freedom to elaborate as much as he wants to, or doesn’t want to. The questions are going to be in third person, which can be kind of odd to read, but should feel more natural after the first few.
I’m sorry that I don’t have time for a long post… I need to be waking up in just over four hours. Blogging has been something I really enjoy, and not having had time to post has been rough. But, I can at least give you a quick update about today and my feelings about tomorrow.
The last few days have been pretty crazy, which is why I’ve been missing in action. I do apologize! I have been really enjoying my blogging, and I am hoping to get a good post up tomorrow, then have Dan get up some posts while I recover from surgery.
Going to the museum tomorrow (super excited! we’ve been meaning to go for months now for special exhibits). Fantastic, except I can’t get to sleep…
I even took a Tramadol… which usually helps me get to sleep pretty quickly. If nothing else, it’ll make me sleep very soundly.
And I’m dead tired because I’m fighting off a head cold (or awful allergy season, hard to tell)… and have been doing lots of chores… and I’m still recovering from the Botanic Gardens.
Off to try to sleep, again.
I had my pre-op appointment yesterday. My heart kept racing, and I was having a very difficult time calming it down, even with Dan being completely ridiculous in his attempt to distract me 😛 I think my heart kept panicking because everyone kept using the word “surgery.” Yes, that is what it is, and I’m not really sure what else they could have said (maybe procedure?) to keep me from panicking… The word just makes me panic! I got a lot of good information at the appointment however, and some of it made me feel a little better about my recovery period… but I really hate reading the risks waivers. Though, this time, there were some kind of amusing ones.
I’m very nervous about my surgery… it’s in exactly one week. I don’t like surgery, really, REALLY don’t like it. I don’t like general anesthesia, and I don’t like recovery times. This will be my third surgery, and my fourth time under general anesthesia. My previous two surgeries were to remove an ovarian cyst and remove my wisdom teeth. The three previous times under general anesthesia were for the two surgeries and then for my upper endoscopy that diagnosed my eosinophilic esophagitis.
So sometimes you don’t realize what you need to hear until you say it to someone else. At least, that’s how it works with me a lot. When I am dealing with other peoples’ problems, I actually do pretty well and can think pretty clearly… but I am completely helpless at solving my own problems. And yes, they can be the same problems.
Not having the best day mentally/emotionally. I woke up with my depression flaring up, and I have no idea why. Well, I keep hearing how therapeutic a gratitude journal is, and while I’ve never done well with consistently keeping a journal, I thought I would at least make a gratitude post. Maybe listing things I’m grateful for will help me out of this funk.
I’m thankful for:
my husband, Dan – he is the love of my life, my soul mate, and he is my rock. He is always here for me, takes care of me when I’m ill, and loves me for all that I am. My life would be so different if he wasn’t in it, Continue reading
Finding Life's Silver Sun 