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Thankful Things Thursday: On Getting Better, Dang It
Greetings from my cozy reclining chair at Roosevelt Hospital.
It’s Remicade Day! Finally!
I am so, so happy to be in this chair getting pumped full of drugs. I’m ready to feel better. I’m ready to get back to normal life, not life that revolves around finding bathrooms.
And with that I bring you the latest installment of Thankful Things Thursday!
I’m thankful for treatment. I’m feeling really hopeful today. I’ve been sick now for a solid month and a half, and while part of me was starting to accept that “this could just be my life now,” a bigger part of me knows that’s not going to be the case. I really wanted to be able to kick this thing by eating differently and being more aware of what I’m putting into my body, but ultimately, at this point, I don’t want to keep experimenting — I just want to get healthy. Now. So here I am today, about to get stuck with an IV and then I’ll wake up three hours later filled with anti-Crohnsy goodness.
Remicade, do your thing. Let’s kick this flare-up.
I’m thankful for the Rockettes! Last night Brian and I went to the opening night of the Radio City Christmas Spectacular.
Thanks to having a job in the dance industry, this has become an annual tradition of mine, but Brian hadn’t been since he was a kid. He claims the show has “really changed.” You are correct, Brian. There were no 3D glasses required the last time you saw the show.
I’m always apprehensive about seeing the show so early in the season, but that’s when they offer up press tickets, so I go for it. And every year I leave Radio City singing “Let Christmas shiiiiine!” at the top of my lungs (Brian can attest to that — I wasn’t embarrassing at all last night on the way home) and feeling excited about the holiday season. Maybe it’s too soon, but whatever. It puts me in a good mood.
Plus, I love a little high kicking in my life. It brings me back to my glory days.
I’m thankful for a great run this morning. It happened! That good run I was waiting for! I mean, it kind of happened, if we’re being totally honest. I had to make three bathroom stops. That was not impressive. It was downright frustrating, especially since none of my “standby” Central Park bathrooms were open this morning. (Thank you, nearby Starbucks, for being an excellent backup.)
However, I did run more miles than I had planned, and I ran them faster than I had hoped.
I covered eight miles (I was planning for six) and I kept the actual miles (excluding the warm-up mile and two cool-down miles) paced right around 8:10 (and I was hoping for 8:30).
During mile three I had a little freakout about the bathroom I needed being closed, so I ran out of the park to a Starbucks and forgot to stop my watch while waiting for all the traffic lights to change. That annoys me, because I know that when I was running, I was cruising. I had a destination. That mile looks weird though.
At mile six I found Brian in the park and we ran together. Apparently I run faster when we’re chatting.
So despite the stomach issues, today’s run was one I needed. My pace was where I wanted it to be and it never felt particularly challenging. I felt good. I felt strong. I feel ready to kick Crohn’s to the curb so I can race the heck out of Las Vegas.
I’m thankful I live so close to Central Park. Sometimes I think I’ll want to move downtown, but then I think about the fact that from my door to Engineer’s Gate is exactly .66 miles, and from my door to the southern entrance of the Reservoir is exactly one mile. It’s glorious. I love the park.
I’m thankful for cupcakes. They may not always agree with my stomach, but hot damn they’re delicious.
I’m thankful for leg warmers. You knew this already. But lately I’ve been wearing them with everything — not just when I’m running.
I wear them running with short shorts, I wear them home from the gym to stay warm and today I’m wearing them over my jeans, under my boots. It’s warm and cozy but also stylish. Right? It’s stylish, right???
I’m thankful that at this time next week, I will be home with my parents. I can’t wait to see them. I don’t know if my mom is mad I made her sign up for the Turkey Trot or if she’s excited, but I know we’re both excited about outlet shopping and eating lots of stuffing and gravy.
I’m thankful that I figured out what that weird smell was in my apartment, and I’m really pumped I took care of it. Apparently flowers eventually die and you have to throw them out. I was convinced something else had died, like a human, and it was hiding in a cabinet somewhere in my tiny apartment. But this morning I got one whiff of the flowers I’ve been hanging on to for too long and realized they were the stink-makers. So I got sad and threw them out, but I’m sure I’ll appreciate that decision when I get home tonight and my apartment doesn’t smell like rotted plants.
I’m thankful that I have people in my life who care about me. I probably use this one every week, but it’s really true. Sometimes I think really beautiful thoughts like, “What would happen if I got killed or kidnapped while I was out running alone one morning?” And then I’m like, “Someone would notice…eventually. Probably Brian. Or my mom. Or Emily when I’m not on GChat or sending her emails at 5:50 am.”
I’m thankful the Benadryl is kicking in… The nurse gives me Benadryl when I get Remicade, and it always, without fail, knocks me out cold. I think my droopy eyes are a sign that it’s time to de-board this Thankful train and take my Remicade nap.
In other news, today is Puppy Day in the infusion suite. Shamrock is here visiting all the patients! I hope he crawls on my lap while I’m snoozing.
WHILE I’M SLEEPING: Tell me what you’re thankful for today! When I wake up, I’m pretty sure my Crohn’s will be gone. Mwa ha ha evil laugh.