Hello friends! I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. We spent Saturday in Winchester. The only person I will ever trust with my hair is located there, and I was overdue for a trim.
I’ve also decided I’m not cutting my hair short again until after we have our first born. This already aligns with my natural cycle of growing my hair out, then chopping it off. I like to keep it long(er) for about two years before I get angry with it and kick it out the door.
Sunday, Matt and I both had to work (boo!), but we finished off the day with a marathon of carb loading at Carabba’s. The perfect ending to any weekend, in my opinion!
Today, we are on our way back to Georgetown to find out about the results of last week’s MRI. Sometimes I think to myself, “it’s not that bad, you don’t need surgery,” but then I also think “I don’t know, my intestines and I have a stormy history together, and I wouldn’t put it past them.” Please send happy thoughts and prayers my way, dear readers!
With all that’s been going on, I’ve been reminded of this time seven years ago when I was getting ready for my first surgery. It was quite an emotional time. I had been sick off and on my entire sophomore year of college. By the end of the year, I was running at least one fever a day,and I could barely walk faster than a mosey due to the pain in my side. April 16th also happened that year, which only further depressed my emotional state.
Still, there were many positives, and I look back on that time with gratitude. My parents were (and still are) amazing–they made countless trips up to and from Blacksburg to home so I could see my doctor and get the tests I needed. Before the surgery, my dad would get up early every morning to change the nutrients in my IV machine, and my normally-squeamish mother would do the same during the day. They also lived with me in a tiny hospital room for over two weeks that summer.
|My dad also entertained me with photo shoots in the hospital room–classic Gary Eide!|
I also had a great group of friends (and one older brother) at Tech that were there for me. They walked with me at my painstakingly slow pace, drove me to the ER, and took me to Taco Bell when I felt up to it.
That’s why today’s Music Monday playlist is a bit of a throwback–it’s all the music that reminds me of that time in my life when my body was totally miserable, but I still felt incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so much love, and to have amazing doctors who take care of me.