We survived Thanksgiving but we didn’t make it completely unscathed as the loss of my father in law was greatly felt and we all shed tears at one point or another throughout the day. But, we worked through it together as a family by remembering dad through stories and by giving to others. What better tribute to him than that. And a giant sigh of relief when the day was finally over. We did however enjoy a delicious Paleo dinner inspired by Danielle Walker’s Celebrations cookbook – always a hit in our house!
We made plans to meet my parents in Lake Tahoe the Saturday after Thanksgiving and looked forward to the escape. And then everything fell apart leading to three awful things in as many days. Stay with me, you’ll see… The day we planned to leave, we found out my uncle had passed. We knew it would be coming but that doesn’t make it any easier. And then while in Tahoe, received a phone call our nephew had been in a serious car accident. Well there was two and I made the mistake of asking what next. Because bad things always happen in three’s. And let me tell you, that question was answered. But not right away, because I’m a slow learner. I’ll start with what number three was and then what led up to it. On Monday night, I was rushed to the hospital. Yep, I was the number three.
I had been experiencing what I thought was a bladder infection and rather than going to the doctor, decided to try and treat myself. You know, cranberry juice, Azo and lots of water, while increasing my probiotic use. It seemed like a good idea at the time… Saturday night I was miserable with the chills and shakes so bad I ALMOST said to take me to the hospital. ALMOST. But I didn’t. When I awoke Sunday, I felt a little better and downplayed everything until it started up again Sunday night. But I still was convinced it was just a bladder infection and I would “stay the course.” Monday morning came and downplaying was the name of the game and off to work I went. As the day progressed, I was in utter agony just trying to make it through the day suffering in silence, with plans to head to urgent care after work. Upon arrival at urgent care, the doctor took one look at me and said I had two choices: go to the hospital via ambulance or call my husband to drive me. I opted for the latter and the doctor phoned ahead to the ER. After peeing in a cup, giving what seemed like all of my blood and a CT scan and waiting for what seemed like forever, I was hooked up to an IV drip consisting of pain meds, fluids and a heavy duty antibiotic. Why? Turns out I had a “serious” kidney infection. And how did I end up in this mess? I downplayed and tried to self-treat like an idiot. All of this could have been avoided had I paid attention to my body. Something I always stress to others. Can’t wait to see the hospital bill for this costly error in judgement.
With Christmas approaching, I gave in to decorating the house but I’m still in no mood. I miss my daughter who lives so far away, I miss my father in law who passed in August, I’m still recovering and I just can’t get into the holiday spirit. I mean, I really have no desire for anything remotely related to holiday fun. I’m hoping my attitude changes but I’m just not feeling it this year.
And now to what may be the most tragic thing of all… I think I may be allergic to wine! I know, right? The last few times I’ve had wine, my body has not reacted well. For those who know me, you know how awful this is for me. Wine is a part of our life. Wine country is practically in our back yard and we enjoy our wine memberships, visiting our favorite tasting rooms with friends and, you know, DRINKING wine. I’m going to try just white wine for a bit to see if that helps and am hoping this is yet another blip. Fingers crossed!
I received Danielle Walker’s latest cookbook yesterday and am finding joy in reading it cover to cover, planning what I will cook. Maybe I’ll do it “Julie and Julia” style and blog while I try every recipe in her book from beginning to end. Wonder if anyone would be interested.
And so, this is my life these days. I’d like to share some wisdom or food advice today but I honestly have nothing this week. Perhaps I’ll find my groove in the middle of my new cookbook. Until then, pray there isn’t a number four!