Bed Rest and Less-stress Living

After lying on my friend Veronika’s couch, with a snuggie, eating cookies, drinking caffeine-free Diet Pepsi (close enough) and Thai food, for 18+ hours, I can definitely tell that I feel better when I’m lying down vs. when I’m walking around. I guess the doctor knew what he was talking about when he recommended (not required) bed rest.

I’m lucky to have such good friends out here. One of my good friends called me and berated me for not asking her to come to the hospital – given she lives two minutes away. I love the fact that she feels comfortable yelling at me. Most do not. I liked it.

I’m only seeing very little blood now and it’s less frequent. I’m still kind of crampy though and my lower back kills. As a NET, I’m taking this as a positive sign.

Originally today, I was supposed to go to an offsite with team. The offsite was planned around my travel – that’s part of the reason I’ve felt compelled to continue my trip. This morning I made the difficult and more responsible decision to not go on the team offsite. Instead, I decided to use my time flexibility to get to the airport super-early to avoid as much travel hassle (read: stupid people) as possible.

This was a wise decision. The airport is full of drama today, but luckily, it is not mine (knocking on wood).

I had the opportunity to get on an earlier flight, but I elected to stay on a later flight in order to have a seat in first class. I’ve heard people say, “First class domestic isn’t worth it.” Those people don’t travel frequently. First class is always worth it. Plus, now I’ll have healthier food and a less cramped/less-stressful ride…and less people to hear me sobbing should it come to that.

It’s very anti-my personality to be this chill about stuff. I left for the airport 3+ hours early. Bizarre.

I’m still holding my shit together, but I can feel myself getting more emotional the closer I get to home.

It’s amazing how manipulative TBD is already. He/she is already a lot like their older sister.