Two day workweek, I like you. We can be friends. Anyway…
On Friday, I made a last-minute doctor’s appointment during the day. I was worried about the blisters on my face, as they didn’t seem to be getting any better. My normal doctor wasn’t available, so I saw another one. Last time I saw this particular doctor, I was having severe stomach issues, and she told me I was “probably eating too many fruits and vegetables.”
So, I was super excited to see she was my doctor again! After waiting nearly 45 minutes, and reading three magazines, I finally saw her. She told me I either have an infection or an allergic reaction, she isn’t sure. So, then she called me in a prescription. To the wrong pharmacy. I was so angry and annoyed because she told me she called it into my normal pharmacy which is about ten minutes from her office/my office. So, I drove all the way there, only to have to turn around and drive back to where I had just been. SWEET. Then, a small patch of hives I had developed on my legs started spreading. I have no idea what is wrong with my body. But I am clearly having a reaction to something. Luckily, the prescribed ointment seemed to help my face a lot. It looks much better (which isn’t saying that much).
After that nonsense, I finished up the workday, swung by the farmers’ market (SO SO SO SO less crowded on Fridays verses Saturdays) and then settled in with Tim to watch Neighbors, which I thought was hilarious. I like dumb comedies though.
Six of these babies for $10.
I fell asleep on the couch at 9 p.m. on Friday and slept until 8 a.m. (in my bed) on Saturday. Normal. I went out for a run, and it was terrible. My legs were so heavy, I felt like I was at mile 25 of a marathon when I was on my first mile. It was tough. I ran a little, then just went home. I was not enjoying it. So, I made a protein shake, got my dress fitted again, and then came home. I decided to try again. And it was only four more miles. But they felt so good. It was like I was a different person. It was a wonderful feeling.
The whole not eating gluten thing is much harder than I anticipated. It’s stupid things I crave, like granola bars, pizza, sandwiches. Sure, I can buy all those gluten-free, but its just not the same. I will survive. Just annoying. I almost wish it is gluten that is causing all these problems because then at least I KNOW. Sadly, I do have many of the symptoms of celiac, like major stomach issues, acid reflux, fatigue, skin problems, brain fog, iron-deficiency anemia, female issues, just to name a few. Who knows though?
Anyway, our plans on Saturday fell through, so Tim and I just went to the bar for a little bit and it was nice.
I had a hot toddie and it was so GOOD. I could have drank at least one hundred. I did not. Anyway, we came home and ate dinner and fell asleep at 9 p.m. I have absolutely no idea how I used to regularly stay up until 2 a.m.
Sunday, I remembered there was a running club run right near my house, so I ran over to meet them. I treat these runs as a tempo run. I try to run hard, but not race pace or sprinting. I ended up averaging around 7:35 a mile, which at first, I was disappointed with. But, sometimes I need to not be so hard on myself and remember I ran a marathon TWO WEEKS ago. It seems like it was two years ago. Life is weird.
I finished my run (15ish miles… I always underestimate.), and then TIM AND I WENT TO BUY OUR CHRISTMAS TREE.
It’s still in the box on the floor… but progress. I grew up with fake trees, so it doesn’t bother me. I also grew up in a family that celebrates Christmas really early, so I don’t want to hear nonsense about not starting celebrations until after Thanksgiving. Hey, I love Thanksgiving too, and adding Christmas in just makes it double awesome.
Tim cooked a bunch of food, and I ate all of it last night, so I guess that’s what “they” mean when they discuss balance in relationships.