Despite the fact that my stomach is staging a mutiny against me and the entire left side of my body is deteriorating, I’d like to put a positive spin on today by declaring it Thankful Things Thursday!
You know, because that’s something new and different around here…
Oh, you’re new? Welcome! Let me introduce you to this “holiday,” in which we take some time to reflect on the little, often-overlooked things in life for which we are grateful. Important things like TV shows, love, family and complex carbohydrates. It’s all in the name of thankfulness…and alliteration.
On with it!
I’m thankful I got my IT Band ripped to shreds yesterday. As I mentioned 8 seconds ago, the left side of my body is falling apart. I’ve had mystery pain all the way from my hip down to my ankles over the past few days, and it’s bugging me out. I made a second appointment to see Dr. Levine yesterday, which was lovely because his office is right near my office. Convenience and ART treatment! Brilliant! I explained to him that my hip was still hurting, but that after running that morning, I was also feeling knee pain.
He felt around, and then declared that my left IT band felt “very lumpy.” I contemplated making a cellulite butt joke, but I wasn’t in the mood.
Dr. Levine started with the electroshock therapy. Or whatever that is.
Basically, he put some sticky things on my hip and above my knee, cranked up the power and then we watched as my thigh jiggled like crazy. It was actually pretty cool to witness. My muscle fibers were all excited and activated.
Next, Dr. Levine did all the stretches and ART things we did last time. It’s such a good hurt. I grimaced a lot and may have dropped a few words I would never say in front of my sweet little mother, but Levine was cool with it. He didn’t mind my obscenities. I think he laughed once or twice. I’m glad my pain is humorous to some people.
Lastly, he adjusted my back — which used to freak me out, but I actually liked — and did some Graston technique stuff on me.
Unfamiliar with Graston? So was I. Let me summarize: He took a metal pole, grinded it (ground it? that seems right) up and down my IT band and dug in until my leg was bright red and bruised. Then he made me ice it for a while. It is still bruised today. I took a photo, but it was so ugly that I’m currently refusing to show it here. I only like pretty pictures. You know that.
So the Graston stuff hurt, and I tried to foam roll when I got home last night but the entire area is still very tender and sore to the touch.
Do I feel fixed? Not yet. But I think it was a step in the healing direction. And I have yet another appointment scheduled for next week.
I’m thankful this apartment thing might actually work out. Yesterday I mentioned an apartment Brian and I saw that we loved. We applied yesterday, and even though they hadn’t officially run our credit checks yet, this happened…
The company is running our credit checks now, and the lease lady is out of the office until Saturday. So no official celebrating yesterday. My fingers, toes, and hair are all still crossed. But we did sign a lease, which is very exciting. I really really really hope it works out, because the views from the bedroom and living room are pretty killer.
I don’t know if I’ve ever even been on the 28th floor of a building, let alone lived on the 28th floor. But yes, I’m wicked excited about the possibility of this all going through. Also because I hate apartment hunting. Good thing I hired a trusty broker this time around.
I’m thankful for ice packs and ace bandages. I did some icing last night. I don’t have much more to say about that except that it was cold.
I’m thankful I got to spend a year living alone. I had always wanted my own apartment, and living by myself for the past year has been incredible. It was difficult financially, but I made it work, and I truly believe that — in addition to waitressing or working in some sort of service industry — this is something everyone should do at some point. I loved having my own space and being on my own and really feeling independent every day. I also really liked going weeks without washing dishes or doing laundry. I liked hanging sports bras up to dry wherever I could find space (to clarify, they were drying from sweat more often than they were drying from being washed) and I liked the nights I got to spend alone, taking a bath, reading or watching insightful television shows or “Boy Meets World” on YouTube. Oh don’t worry, I fully intend to continue doing all those things once I move. I’m just saying I really learned to appreciate them over the past year. It has been a wonderful experience, and one that I definitely needed to grow up a little.
I’m thankful I got my copy of FITNESS in the mail — and so did my friend from second grade. Allow me to explain. First, I finally got the April issue in the mail yesterday and got to see the little “Do You Have Crohn’s?” feature on page 22.
The best thing to come of this so far? Yesterday I got a Facebook message from a girl I went to school with…in second grade! We were in Mrs. Jones’ class together, but then she moved and I was sad. But apparently she saw the issue of FITNESS, remembered my name and reached out. That’s cool, right? More importantly, she reached out to me because she was just diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. It completely blew my mind. I cannot believe how much awareness about Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis continues to spread, and that makes me so proud. Sometimes, like over the past few days when things haven’t felt so good in stomach land, I’ve cursed Crohn’s and hated it and wished I never had the damn thing.
But overall, this disease has introduced me to incredible people and provided me with a wealth of opportunities. I love connecting with people who can relate and who know that Crohn’s disease isn’t just a stomachache that bugs me for two days and then magically goes away. I have it every single day and it affects me every single day. Does it bring me down every single day? Absolutely not.
[Step down from excited little Crohnsy soapbox.]
So there’s the IT band stuff, the knee stuff and the stomach stuff. It’s frustrating, but the good thing is that I can get frustrated now, and then in a few days, or weeks, or whatever, I won’t be frustrated anymore! I get sick, and then I get better. And I will get better.
I’m thankful for the Central Park Reservoir. I love it up there.
And now I want to hear about some of the things YOU love!
TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE THANKFUL FOR TODAY! Girl Scout Cookies? Cadbury Mini Eggs? Running? Spinning? Racing? Not racing? Yoga? Post-It notes? Inky pens? Penguins?