reminiscing in towel pants

This time last year I was strolling around London, pretend-shopping in Covent Garden and wandering back and forth across Tower Bridge. I’d visited London once before this when I was 18, a mere freshman in college, and had never before travelled alone. This time was different – I was 24, had a little money in the bank, and knew how to curate a perfect day of sightseeing and coffee stops.

I was only able to take this trip because June 15th of last year was my last day of work at the job I truly thought was going to be my “finally!” job.

I started working at my first sit-at-a-desk-for-9-hours job in February of last year, after a looong break in employment (the Christmas market had ended in December) that had me craving stability and routine. This particular position involved handling client schedules, coordinating freelance artists, and most importantly – handling client complaints. I know that this is an inaccurate percentage, but it really felt like 95% of the day revolved around resolving complaints. I enjoyed the sense of purpose I found in helping people and troubleshooting their issues, taking angry and often accusatory phone calls from negative to positive.

Still. I would leave the house at 4:50am to get to work by 7, and despite getting out at the nice early time of 4pm, I was so rattled and tense after work that I’d go to the gym (plus I felt the need to use my legs after all that desk-sitting) until 6 and end up home around 8pm – enough time to make a quick dinner and shower before going to bed.

It was a routine. And the job helped me develop some critical skills. Plus, I met some of the best ladies there, whom I still like to see whenever I can. It just wasn’t a routine that worked for me.

I’ll admit that at first, it was worth it. It was so nice to finally have money – and health insurance! But no matter how happy I think I am, if my “stable” life leads to an unstable mind, that is the most important red flag that I have to listen to. I had hours that changed on a week-to-week basis, but it wasn’t enough flexibility that I could go out for an acting gig here and there like I had wanted to. I was finally able to afford the tons of specialist appointments I needed at the time, but didn’t have a schedule that allowed me to get to those appointments. Remember the stroke story? All of that happened about a month into this job. I didn’t find time to follow up with the neurologist until at least a month later (…it was supposed to happen right away. They were not pleased with me).

After a quick five months, I said “I’m off to do other things” and went to London. I drank a lot of (mostly free) coffee and stared at beautiful buildings. I bought my mom a royal baby-themed dish towel. I took a trip to Oxford and laid on a bench in a shopping mall while my kidney had a meltdown. (Worth it. Gorgeous weather.)

I meant to get my life together again when I got back to NY. I started working a combination of super part-time and seasonal jobs. I started applying for acting gigs again (I did a lovely little 3-night show in September). Then came the trip to Scotland, which was the greatest head-clearing break I could have ever hoped for. Over the course of the fall and winter, I scrimped and saved and had to be bailed out more than a few times. I got sick and got better and got sick again. I boldly tried living on background acting alone, for a bit. Then I dipped a toe back into waitressing and absolutely lost my mind.

And here we are.

You know how people say “did you ever think a year ago that you’d be where you are right now?”

Honestly? Still a little bit broke? I could’ve predicted that.

BUT. I think saorza circa June 2018 would never have guessed the following:

  • I had my first speaking, solo role (as myself!) for a well-known company’s promotional shoot yesterday. You might actually see my face places come July.
  • I’m mostly through with the application process for my master’s – finally! And also, again! I’ve applied for 4 master’s programs over the years (acting, tourism/preservation, counseling, and now, nutrition) but this one feels the most right. It isn’t a new idea – just an idea that has simmered a long time, finally ready to be put into action.
  • This blog! It’s alive! This sweet, frighteningly public journal which I so carelessly abandoned for about a month (due to working ALL OF THE WAITRESSING SHIFTS and spending all my non-waitressing time meditating on how to get through work without strangling anyone) is connecting me with fantastic people, and looks pretty freaking decent if you ask me.
  • I moved in with a human ThunderShirt. Or, like…a human lavender candle. It’s absurd how this guy manages to calm me down. He doesn’t think that he does it very well but hey, you! (He reads this sometimes.) You do.
  • I have made peace with not going after every. single. dream. At least, not right now. A little more focus and direction is much needed in my life and I’m finally cool with taking some things off the table to give more of my attention to those which I want to prioritize.

Also – I have a great to-do list on my fridge that keeps me going, which reads as follows:

  1. JOB
  2. GYM MEMBERSHIP
  3. HAIRCUT
  4. CREDIT CARD
  5. FIND A LADY OBGYN

Number 5 isn’t on the fridge, actually, because I like how the first four look all on their own. But it’s there in spirit. I have a strong gut feeling that #5 will be a key move in nailing this wacky pain situation. Also, perhaps I should say hi to my primary care doctor sometime soon. The poor man hasn’t seen me in…a year and half? Possibly more? Oh dear.

Things were just restarting this time last year. And so they shall restart again. You have to look back sometimes to see the progress. Yes, I’m drinking cold coffee and wearing a beach towel for pants, and so might you be. It doesn’t mean we aren’t determined badasses out here doing what we have to do.

And what I have to do right now is continue my job hunt, which just to note, started in 2016.

I’ll be back SOON. Promise.

and this is why I don’t own blush

Oh hey. The thing is, I told myself if I started waiting tables again I’d schedule writing into my life in a structured way so that I don’t end up not writing for long chunks of time.

And then I didn’t do that, and here we are.

I was actually starting up a bit of an anxiety storm in myself over sleeping in today and not getting up early to write this post. However, I didn’t sleep well, I worked a busy night last night, I’m recovering from being sick, and I have work tonight. So I’m going to back off myself on this one.

Firstly, is anyone creeping on the saorza Instagram? I’m still slightly peeved that I can’t just be saorza thanks to that existing account, but that’s just me holding on to something I have no control over whatsoever. I was steadily posting on Instagram until I really started working, and then I fell off that horse, as well. But I’m going to do better.

I’m also going to get back on theme again, today! I keep veering off into mental health and anxiety/stress, etc. but I had a couple of kidney-related follows on the Insta and realized…maybe I should keep talking about the main issue at hand, here.

I’ve been relatively pain-free lately. I’m very, very, very grateful. After an ab workout Monday I was a bit tender in the left side, and I did have my UTI-like symptoms hit me hard about a week ago. However, there are some symptoms that haven’t acted up in a while, which is awesome.

My fatigue issues have been pretty chill. I think this is partially due to sleeping a bit later than I ever did before on a regular basis, thanks to a job that lets me do that.

My left arm hasn’t flared up in a while. That’s usually the sign that I’m about to be in pain up and down the left side of my body, but sometimes I’ll only feel weak and achey in the arm – which used to happen more frequently.

I also haven’t noticed a face rash in a bit. I am about to show you some VERY unflattering pictures from over the years of the recurring rash that led my doctor to believe that lupus could be a factor. I did have an elevated ANA last time I had a detailed blood panel, but the rheumatologist I last saw (and really like!) does not believe it’s lupus, and I trust her. BUT for the sake of sharing my weird ailments with you, here are some niiiiice pics.

These gorgeous pictures above were both taken in my college days…roughly around the spring of 2015. I know this because of what I’m wearing and also my horrifying eyebrows. I actually feel a little bad about subjecting you to these. BUT. What was up with that rash?! These were two different days, and the rash had been coming on and off for months before I started trying to record it. I wasn’t using any experimental skin care products or anything like that, and I never wear foundation. If anything, the rash would appear when the left side pain came out to play, or sometimes when I switched rooms with drastically different light or heat.

These two examples are from 2017. Again, so attractive. The one on the left captures the strange blank spot on my right cheek that the rash seemed to scoot around. Similar to the one on the right, where I had a yellowish mark in the middle of my left cheek. I remember that the picture on the right was after I stood up from laying on the floor, and the one on the left was after a shower. I wish you could see that I’m in a towel, not just hanging out naked. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

I haven’t had such an intense-looking rash in a while, but I still get the red splash across my face from time to time, usually when I’m not feeling well. I never got any answers about why. Does anyone have any insight? Does this look familiar, or do the conditions sound like anything you’ve gone through? I’m curious and eager to find someone who might recognize what’s going on here! If it never comes back, all the better…but it’s been off and on for around 5 years so I’m anticipating she’ll be back the next time pain comes knocking.

In the meantime, I hope everyone is well and taking care of themselves this rainy May. I share lots of self-care related art and lists and whatnot on my Instagram, so if you feel that you’re lacking any of that, come visit me over there. 🙂 (@saorzanyc)

when your pain isn’t travel-sized

Last week, I shared some lovely, Instagram-able pictures from my Florida trip. Now I want to get into a detail of the trip that I didn’t bring up before – the fact that health issues don’t necessarily take a chill pill just because you’ve headed away on what is meant to be a relaxing vacation.

I love traveling, but for the past few years the excitement of an upcoming trip has come paired with nervousness regarding how my body will handle the changes in my day-to-day life. When I went to Scotland in October, I had some very sore days that left me curled up on my hostel’s couch with single-use pain relief hot packs all over my body. I wasn’t upset, though, since I had given myself plenty of time to go exploring on days when I felt well enough. Plus, I was thrilled just to be in Scotland. Freakin’ love Scotland.

The stakes were a bit different with Florida. A lot of the aspects of a typical warm-weather getaway involve exposure to things that make my specific symptoms worse: being out in the sun & heat, spending a lot of time walking around, drinking (the fun drinks), eating outside my normal diet (the fun snacks), and sleeping somewhere I’m not used to. I knew that completely “letting loose” would be a bad idea, but decided to allow myself a bit of indulgence, since my symptoms play by no one’s rules, anyway. I can sleep 9 hours a night and eat salads all week and still end up in pain, so I wasn’t about to turn down a $0.99 margarita. (Note: I would like to update my research to reflect that my body gets along with tequila juuuust fine.)

Looking back, I’d say the most challenging part of this trip ended up being how hard it was to stay hydrated, but also not wanting to take too much fluid at once. Drinking a lot of anything too quickly is rough on my kidney, even if my body needs it. The day Sean and I went to the zoo, we could not drink enough water no matter how hard we tried. Granted, we spent an absurd amount of time at the zoo. It was wonderful. The day that followed the zoo visit and the day we wandered around Del Ray not knowing that the UV index was at 11 were hands down the hardest. All my body wanted was to lay down somewhere cool, but I also wanted to see and do as much as possible, and of course, make sure Sean got to do everything he wanted to do. Thankfully, I’m comfortable enough with him to say “no” to things. I did turn down some of his suggestions for the sake of not being miserable for days to come. While we were in Fort Lauderdale, a huge music festival featuring artists we both really like was going on, and Sean suggested we could go to that. Typically, we are “let’s DO IT!” people. However, the purpose of the trip was R&R and a full day of festival debauchery in the sun would not only be a huge, unplanned expense…but would likely leave us sunburnt, sick and exhausted. I’m grateful that each of us was able to remind the other that we don’t have to do it all and to find satisfaction in downtime somewhere a little more exotic than home.

While my body only misbehaved a little, my attention-seeking anxiety brain found lots of reasons to make an appearance in Florida! It started early – I had painted my nails a bright white before leaving to catch our flight, but I didn’t even make it to the place we were staying before I had peeled/scratched it all off. (This is one of my biggest anxiety tics. Do we call them tics? I can’t really paint my fingernails because the slightest chip or imperfection causes me to destroy all of my hard work.) Anyway, that’s what I get for making myself look trendy for the ‘gram.

As the trip went on and more money was spent on car services, sunscreen (so much sunscreen), snacks and various expenses, the more panic started to grow in my mind. It’s extremely normal to worry about finances, I know this, but anxiety takes everything to the next level – where one small unexpected purchase can push me to question/distrust everything…and then I’m itchy and lose my appetite and all in all it’s just not a fun me to be, or be around.

All flashes of pain and panic aside, the trip was a huge success in my book. Sloths were pet, oceans were splashed in, TONS of hockey and soccer games were watched, and Sean got some sleep. Maybe this is a weird comparison, but I feel a bit like a mom to my bratty toddler of a body. See, if I make sure I have some snacks and water packed when I leave the house, that I build time to rest into the daily schedule, and that I’m paying attention to red flag situations like expensive adventures or places where I’m going to feel pressured to push myself…everything goes pretty smoothly!

…I’m realizing now that not going on my college spring break trip might have saved my life. Y’know, being the type of person who is always trying to keep up with the rest of ’em, especially in those days. Thankfully, I am slowly but surely letting go of my need to please and impress other people. What matters is how proud I am of myself when I do something good for my body or mind, or when I pass on a night out and end up finishing a book or chipping away at a writing project.

Speaking of projects, I’m going to go ahead and spoil what would have been a cool surprise – I’ve decided it’s time to make an Instagram account for saorza! However…someone already has the account name “saorza”. I’ve done about all I can to try to get the username for myself, since the account is very obviously inactive. (If anyone has any friends that work at Instagram…let’s talk.) It doesn’t look super promising.

I’m open to suggestions, pals. Does anyone have an idea for a variation on “saorza” that would make a good Instagram handle? Alternatively, any ideas on how to overthrow Instagram? I mean come on. It’s a made up word. I don’t understand.

I appreciate any thoughts/suggestions and hope everyone has a wonderful weekend doing whatever it is you need to do. And stay hydrated. x

hey hi gotta go

Have I not posted this whole month? Oops? It has been a busy April, let me tell ya. First of all…

I moved!

I’m not going to go into too much detail about where I moved to, but I’m essentially in a better, more convenient version of where I previously lived. Also I have a new roommate. It’s Sean. We’re still figuring out groceries and laundry schedules and such, but I feel like we’re only really starting to live together today because for the past week we were…

…on vacation!

The two of us just came back from Florida last night. I didn’t take my laptop and there was no wifi most of the trip, and it was so NICE. We bounced around between West Palm Beach and Fort Lauderdale, but man does it feel good to be home. I’m not cut out for Florida. I like to be inside & cozy, or outside in the sun, but the Florida sun gets so oppressive that you have to stay inside and hide from it. I’ll retire to Scotland and read books to the sound of rain. Y’know, when I have a job to retire from. However, item #3:

I’ve been getting work!

Background work is such a nice option to have while I look for something steady, and I’m happy to say that it has really picked up since the start of this month (which is saying something, because I’ve just been gone for a week. Hair flip.) I’m actually in a slight rush to post this because I have to run off to a job later today and I need to squeeze in a nap so that I can function all night. Naturally, I’m a little under the weather after a week of different eating/sleeping habits and splashing around in all sorts of bodies of water. I was that gross sniffly person on my flight last night and the poor woman next to me, who was so kind and great to talk to, had no choice but to use my phone to organize her pickup at the airport. Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t try to nonchalantly bathe herself in Purell afterwards.

Speaking of the woman next to me on the flight, I managed to learn about a very interesting malady from her. We got on the subject of weird health issues starting with heart problems, and ended up swapping tales of our experiences. I was so inspired to hear that my seat-mate, a woman of about 70, had somewhat recently happened upon the exact doctor she’d needed to see. This doctor knew to perform a test that involves eating (eggs and toast, in this case) and then laying on your side for two hours. The test proved the doctor to be correct in her assumption – my flight friend has gastroparesis. A paralyzed stomach. Her stomach just doesn’t do its job in a timely manner. How freaky and fascinating is that?! She told me that gravity is her best friend, to which I had to reply that gravity seems to be my mortal enemy.

I leave you with pictures to make up for the short and disorganized nature of this post, but it’s like the first workout back after a long break. Maybe you only manage ten minutes of cardio. Maybe your form is sloppy. But it doesn’t matter – you just gotta get back in the ring, right?


hit “play”

This is the longest I’ve ever put my life on hold, and all to find out that I do not have Nutcracker syndrome.

It’s not entirely accurate to say I put my life on hold, I suppose. Some wonderful things have happened over the last few months. It might a better analogy to say that this is longest I’ve held down the pause button on my own timeline, even though I’ve been able to participate in other people’s timelines as they move forward.

It has been one week since my venogram revealed my left renal vein’s truth – he’s just not that constricted. He’s a normal amount of constricted. He’s basically chillin’. The good news is that even if it appeared that I did have Nutcracker syndrome, it is unlikely that I would’ve been able to undergo corrective surgery because I have so much scar tissue in that location from my last procedure. The not-so-great news is that this line of inquiry is now closed, and I am back to a blank whiteboard.

Honestly, I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.

Truth be told, I would like to just stop. I want to stop with the bus trips and the copays and the blood work and the imaging. I want to stop living appointment to appointment. I want to prioritize financial stability, a healthy routine, and contributing equally to my relationship. I want to do all of this without the same old cloud hanging over me – the fact that I’m waiting for someone to tell me how to take care of myself, how to stop making my body so angry at me. My body has been this perpetually crying baby that can’t communicate what it wants me to do, regardless of how simple that need might be. Is it sleep related? Food related? Positional? An environmental trigger? I don’t understand!

When I don’t understand things, I lay on the floor. There’s a lot of healing power in laying on the floor. I spent Tuesday morning on the living room floor with what started as a sort of meditation, which triggered the urge to write out everything that was going through my mind.

I took pictures because I was so content in my lil’ sun spot and LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! I caught a lens rainbow! Right over the bit of writing I had just busted out. (And my coffee, obviously.)

Aside from the rainbow, I’m not going to pretend anything magical happened. Writing didn’t fix everything. I gave in to frustration crying later that same day. I’m still tensing up every time someone asks the tiniest question to do with my plans. I keep falling off the anxiety ledge and either pulling myself or being pulled back up – but I haven’t made it very far away from the edge yet. Doing a little something for myself on Tuesday, though, led to me doing a little bit more on Wednesday, and now today I’m starting to feel even a bit more settled and motivated. “Focus on days,” says Austin Kleon in one of my favorites, Show Your Work! …and that’s what I’ll do. A single healthy, productive choice per day over whatever may be its alternative is progress.

Pre-venogram, 3/20.

This is a woman who thought she was going to get knocked out and wake up with answers and next steps. I was also definitely thinking about the coffee I would get when this was over. I didn’t get answers, but I got the coffee. I did some shopping with my dad. I ate Sonic for the first time (never again). Then I went home, let Sean calm me down a bit, and went to sleep.

You can’t rush anything.

You can’t. rush. anything.

So for now, let’s move on with heads held high, shall we?

I always knew mozzarella sticks were the answer

Yesterday’s MRI was not my first (or even my first with contrast dye) by any means. However, it was the first MRI I’ve had where I found delightful pictures of beaches and coastlines taped inside the big, boring, clanking machine for patients to look at. I pictured a healthy and wealthy version of myself on vacation in Greece when I wasn’t following breathing instructions. Afterwards, the techs asked me how I liked my newest doctor (the one who ordered the tests) and the three of us agreed that she is the best.

My follow-up was a couple of hours later which was an amazing blessing. I like to fit as many tests and appointments into the same day as I can since I live irrationally far away from all of my doctors. Also, quick pro tip: whenever you have imaging done, always request a DVD copy that day! I almost forgot to do it this time, but it was a good thing I doubled back to the hospital because the images hadn’t made it to my doctor by the scheduled appointment time. They ended up referring to the copy I brought with me.

After reviewing my MRI, the doctor came in ready to draw me a picture – literally. She explained that I showed signs of possibly having Nutcracker syndrome. My left renal vein might be slightly squished between my superior mesenteric artery and my aorta. This is her chair paper (you know, doctor’s chair paper? the loud, easily crinkled stuff?) depiction of the condition:

Dr. O.  Nutcracker syndrome. 2019, pen on chair paper.

The circular thing is my problem kidney. I think it’s actually a very straightforward drawing. Anyway.

I have to go back for a venogram in mid-March, which is a long time to wait to see if A) it really is Nutcracker syndrome bringing me down and B) if it is, is the vein narrow enough to warrant surgery. She started talking about surgical options and stents and how stents aren’t great because they can move out of place, and I gave her a look that she understood right away – “let’s just get this venogram done and then we’ll think beyond that.”

The thing that I find very intriguing is that this diagnosis would actually explain my most puzzling symptoms.

Chronic fatigue is a sign/symptom of Nutcracker syndrome (among many other conditions). My excessive and sometimes intense fatigue has led my primary doctor down the autoimmune disease road many times, but those tests never came back positive. This would explain how I’ve fallen asleep in some impressive places. Like dance class. Multiple times.

Orthostatic intolerance is also a sign of Nutcracker syndrome. I’ve known for a year or so that I have orthostatic hypotension (I might’ve never mentioned that here), but what I did not know is that alcohol can make it worse. The night of the hockey game I was sitting for a long period of time, sipping away on my beverages, after my kidney symptoms had already been acting up. When I stood up to leave (key words: stood up), that’s when all hell broke loose. Hypotension can cause confusion and nausea, not just lightheadedness and fainting. Think back to the stroke incident as well, as an alcohol-free example: I had been sitting at my desk all morning and then stood up to go on break. A short while later, I struggled to remember how to spell my last name.

These are just some of many connections I’ve made, but I can’t emphasize enough the fact that I am not officially diagnosed. Yes, Nutcracker syndrome makes sense, but so have one hundred other suggestions. I enjoy the research because I like to see how my puzzle pieces might fit together, and I do see a picture this time. Still, let’s stay calm. I have bigger fish to fry in the meantime (a proper job! still trying to move! my other writing projects!) so it should be easy enough not to think about this.

In other news, after texting my dad my findings, I told him that I think I could go to town with drinking now, I just need to move around and eat a lot of salt throughout. He wasn’t sure if I was kidding, which is slightly concerning…but then again, I’m only sort of kidding. It’s an experiment I’m in no hurry to try, but in a serious and less aggressive sense – those two adjustments might genuinely help me handle average human amounts of alcohol.

In conclusion, I’ve developed the perfect excuse to always order mozzarella sticks on a night out.

**Please do not actually attempt my “experiment” if you have orthostatic hypotension and/or alcohol tolerance issues. I do not condone excessive drinking. I’m just trying to be honest about my thought process, & promote using humor to keep things light & avoid too much stress or worry. That is all. Thanks friends!

but are you SURE it’s not a piece of glitter?

This feeling that I’ve had all week is familiar, but I don’t have a name for it.

Disappointment is close, but isn’t quite right. Perhaps a form of disappointment that’s under the umbrella of simply “tired” with a splash of “whatever” to it.

I’m on a break, basically. I have to pause for a little bit.

I know this must sound wildly unhealthy but I assure you, this is something I need to do to preserve what’s left of my sanity. I had my two appointments, one with a nephrologist and one with my gynecologist. They were…not exactly motivating.

The nephrologist had some theories but wants me to see a vascular specialist before trying anything himself. He wasn’t opposed to my theory, which I’ve been withholding from you because I’m probably wrong and I hate being wrong, but will now share: ureteral endometriosis. Basically, endometriosis, but the affected area is your ureter as well as your cervix and all of that angry & misplaced tissue can send your kidney into hydronephrosis. It can also cause recurrent UTIs. A very informative (and science heavy) article about this peculiar variety of endometriosis can be found here.

As per the nephrologist’s suggestion, I brought up ureteral endometriosis (UE for writing’s sake) at my gynecologist appointment several days later. My gynecologist’s office makes me very nervous, by the way. Not for the reasons you’d think. I want to give my OBGYN the benefit of the doubt that she’s actually lovely and she just uses up her patience in her other appointments, because I always feel like I’m bothering her by having any inconvenient problems or questions. Before even bringing up the UE, I asked about something else which led to her asking “could it be [blank] ? are you sure it isn’t [blank]?” Without getting into major T.M.I. territory – these were really, really obvious questions. Imagine going to a dermatologist for a weird mole you’ve been keeping an eye on for a few months and having the dermatologist ask “are you sure it’s not a piece of glitter? …and it’s not a dot you drew on yourself by accident with marker?”

Eventually I got around to bringing up UE, simply explaining that quite a few of the symptoms were in line with what I’ve been experiencing. She hadn’t heard of endometriosis of the ureter before…which, I swear to God, was fine with me. Was I a little surprised? Alright, yes, a little…but it is a rare condition and not even a doctor can know about every condition in their realm of study. Right? It’s fine? It’s fine.

I was ready to move past that, but damn if she didn’t start right in with “well I don’t know if they’ll want to just do surgery for that,” after I had not brought up any interest in surgery whatsoever. I ended up backpedaling: “oh no, no, that’s alright, I’m really just looking to talk to someone about it.” Meanwhile, the look she’s giving me is making it very clear that she will not be the one who has this discussion with me. I’m told to set up an appointment for the end of next month with a different doctor in the same office. The “surgeon,” I guess. The best part of this whole visit was the receptionist asking why I was setting up an appointment to see the surgeon as I was signing out. When I told her, she said…I kid you not…

“Oh…I don’t know if Dr. [Surgeon Guy] deals with that. That sounds like urology. Have you thought about seeing a urologist?”

…ma’am.

Anyway, I saw myself out and went across the street to CVS to look at Valentine’s Day cards, where I ended up quietly raging/soft crying while wandering the entire store for 45 minutes. Sometimes you need to allow yourself that quiet rage moment, let a few tears out, and heck, buy a face mask if this is all happening in a CVS. Side note: I bought one face mask and walked out with probably $50 in coupons. Incredible.

So. I’m taking a little break. Not from the blog, but from the pursuit. I’m going to continue my cleanse of all alcohol, keep track of any pain flares, and take things one day at a time. I’m keeping my two February appointments with these two new doctors, but I’m keeping my expectations at the lowest of lows. It all sounds so pessimistic, doesn’t it? I’m actually happy, believe it or not. The year is just beginning and there’s so much I want to do.

Also, I’m perfectly content with not being a comment-heavy blog, but if anyone ever has questions or anything you’d like to share, please feel free! Or, if you’d like to suggest a topic for a future post (& I do plan on writing about last year’s wacky hospitalization, misdiagnosis and $48,000 hospital bill very soon) I’m open to that, as well.

Enjoy your three-day weekend if you have one!