Kitty is here preventing me from typing. She has attached herself to me so that when I sit I am bombarded with requests for pets. Requests come in the form of lightly clawed taps, biting, licking, rubbing.
As of last Saturday, I had run 50 miles in a 2 week span. I would like to say that I ended on a strong stride, but instead I essentially hobbled to the finish line. I ran on a developing left hip bursitis the remaining three days. After 2 days of rest, it seemed incredibly better so yesterday morning before work I decided to try running again only with less mileage and slower. The run aggravated it and so here I am today. I took some ibuprofen and I will probably run again today but decide whether 3 or 4 miles will be ran at the time of the run. I don't anticipate pulling the usual 5.
Today is a Wednesday when I don't have anything scheduled, other than usual kid drop offs and pick ups. I was busy from dark to dark with only 1 day off in a 2 week period (also having received and processed another cold in the middle, running 50 miles, etc) since I used last Wednesday to take Darin to Shriner's Portland and I also had a dental procedure the same morning. I think my face was numb for approximately 7 hrs. With a numb face, I helped Darin get his xrays and participate in a discussion regarding the surgeon's assessment that Darin needs the surgery we have all been dreading: the straightening of the leg and reinforcement of the knee. It's not a single procedure, since eventually the metal plates they will put in his knee will need to be removed. Since this surgeon practices at Shriner's, a hospital that cares for children regardless of ability to pay, we are on the waiting list. I wouldn't choose another surgeon, so we will wait. Estimations tell us that we will probably be notified that it's our turn in approx 8 weeks. Darin won't be able to bear weight for awhile afterward and he will need to use a wheelchair. This means that we need to get moved into the "new" house straight away, because it has wide doors. We picked a single level home for many reasons, but one main one is that a single level is good for disabilities, the old & the young. I worked last Saturday in a computer class required for the new EMR transition (which we started this week at work) and came home and ran. Sunday, I couldn't get off the couch and slept all morning and then Derek and I went to Portland for adult time.
I went to the grocery store this morning after dropping off the kids at school. I got some lunch stuff, veggies for the soup that I'll make myself today, fresh staples for smoothies, etc. I also want to make the kids an after school snack for when they get home. In line, the checker said, "so ... you must get your meat elsewhere?" I bought a set of tofus while there, because they last awhile and it's always easy to throw together a broccoli or cabbage stir fry. I told her that I buy my beans in dry bulk online. We don't eat meat. I also would like to phase out cheese, since the only person eating it as a snack is Jenna, besides the occasional grilled cheese /cold cheese sandwich on the weekends for both kids. I also don't like buying processed food, another reason to cut cheese out. I'm not alone. The other NPs at the office are very nutrition-conscious and about half of the physicians are as well. At least half of my patient complaints are about "what is causing me to gain weight." We talk a lot about exercise and diet routines, but I think that many women expect to stay healthy without attention to nutrition and exercise habits.
I was thinking of enrolling the the Cornell University online course on plant based nutrition. Prevention of chronic disease has always been an interest of mine. I don't want the standardized American R.D. program, which will have me spitting out the same nutritional advice that got us all here to begin with. I'm surprised that I kicked the cold to the curb after about 5 days as I had fears I would be back into a cycle of chronic URI symptoms that plagued my December 2015. Today, my only complaint is an overworked left hip.
Today I will also call to enroll Jenna into the NW School of Music for lessons. She has firmly chosen to go with piano for now, even though we all enjoy her guitar/singing at home on a regular basis. This same school also offers guitar lessons. Jenna is going to a dance this Friday with her friend. In talking with her last night, it isn't that that she isn't well liked at school, it's that she doesn't necessarily feel engaged with similar interests of some of the girls. One girl wants her to come over this weekend and Jenna is going back and forth about it. Lack of friends? Only by choice, perhaps. She wants a few girls who are close, not a lot who aren't. Jenna has been recruited for both the TAG program and National Junior Honor Society in the past few weeks. In my opinion, I don't think she needs either. These are labels for something we already know about Jenna. For some reason, she is academically gifted. Always has been. As a parent, where do I go from here? I don't want her to join either of these groups, but rather spend the time engaging in those activities that motivate her ... particularly those without labels.
Alternatively, Darin has gone to his second birthday party this year. Per talking with his teachers, Darin has too many friends and is well liked at school. Academically, he's unmotivated. My goal is to get him enrolled with the Sylvan Learning tutoring. He continues to play orchestra (the violin) and he enjoys it. I'm back and forth about enrolling him in martial arts. He has many medical/ behavioral appointments and so I'm not sure that adding to his schedule would be beneficial.
My schedule? It's easy to maintain, very ritualized. Days like today tell me how much I want to engage with my children in a more maternal way, but often cannot because of absence. I have not made any decisions about it. I'm somewhat paralyzed in this step. Reminders of days in career past visit me often, still. W-2's from my last position roll in, I see pregnant women often, I'm still set to move again in the next month to our permanent Oregon home, ACOG journals keep coming in the mail, offers for OB related CME's roll in, the recent transition to EPIC (a program I had used in two prior positions) brings a strange familiarity to everyday work. It hasn't even been a year since I made these career changes. I do think I've crested the hill to the other side in regards to PTSD from the previous position. I feel appreciated and valued.