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Life after gallbladder surgery

28 Sep
gallstones

Gallstones from my surgery last May. They resemble teeth, in a way.

It’s been six months since I had my gall bladder removed and almost one year since the attacks started that led to me being hospitalized with jaundice, and learning about my gall bladder issues.

I’m thankful today for good health, and I’m specifically reminded of last year’s health issues during Thanksgiving. The weeks leading up to it last year left me afraid to eat almost anything (juicing, that’s the solution!) and cancelling my plans to attend a friend’s gathering because I didn’t want to be that person who asked if this dish or that dish was prepared with butter. (It’s Thanksgiving—what isn’t prepared with butter?) I made a vegan dessert—thinking that might solve my problems—that didn’t taste very good and ended up throwing most of it away.

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Midwestern kindness

20 Oct

Tracey, Mary & Cindy

hi mary! it was real nice to see u at the reunion the other night. u were always a nice person to me in high school and still are a nice person now! take care and i hope to see u before the next 10 years pass!

I traveled home, to the Midwest, twice in August. The first time was primarily to visit my parents. Last Christmas, we talked about going on a trip together and couldn’t quite make that work (cruise to Alaska, Montreal). And then we both thought at the same time: Why not come home? I hadn’t been home in several years, since my parents now visit every Christmas.

I was looking forward to the trip. I still have close friends who live in Northwest Indiana (AKA The Region). Band of Horses was playing a show in Chicago and I managed to snag tickets before the show sold out.

My parents always spoil me when I’m home. My dad gives me money when I go out with my friends, and when I leave. My mom offers to do my laundry, which I never really need to have done during these short trips home. They let me sleep in and I take walks around the neighborhood with my mom.

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What does “yes” look like?

20 Jun

YES

Inspired by Alice Derry’s “Fooling Around,” and poet & teacher Elizabeth Austen

I’m saying “yes” these days to adventure, eating vegan (B6, mostly) and finding a new level of happiness. “What smoking, drink and the wrong man had done.” That could have been me, but I only had a few months over the course of a few years of damage.

I’m still a bit green in terms of this change, if that makes sense, though in many ways I’ve always said “yes.” The yoga retreat in Kauai was a boost and reading “Wild.”  Starting Bar Method in April kind of kicked off this new perspective, and then ballet lessons. I’m drinking less (mocktails with Lisa B. and Chloe!) and my rewards the other night included an impromptu ballet performance, Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” on the way home on the radio and a gorgeous sunset with radiant and explosive colors of gold, white, pink and blue.

I’m saying “yes” to a quick walk down the street with my camera after spying a pre-rain rainbow in the early evening. It was gone, alas, but I captured some pretty photos of the sky and crew members on the Montlake Cut heading towards Lake Union.

I’m saying “yes” and “no”to invites for meet ups, ensuring that I have a little down time and that I get my workouts in. Cleaning can wait. (ha)

And I’m saying “yes” to attending my high school reunion in August. At first glance of the post on Facebook, I thought “no,” because I was already going home at the beginning of the month. But I haven’t been to the last few reunions. And then FB friends forwarded the invite. Shannon, whose locker was just a few steps away from mine from 7th through 12th grade sent me an email message about the reunion. And the plane ticket wasn’t that expensive. So I’m going to do it. Oops that my parents won’t be home and I’ll need to rent a car and will maybe want to stay near Midway on Sunday night, because my flight is early-ish on Monday.

Julie Robertson, class of ’87 at DePauw University, and a sorority sister we fondly called “Pluck” because of a Woodstock costume she wore during rush, died two days ago from ovarian cancer. May she rest in peace.

Yoga, Kauai, vegan-ing, bliss, Samadhi

3 Jun

Secret Beach

Books read: 1, Wild: From lost to found on the Pacific Crest Trail, by Cheryl Strayed. This was really the perfect book for me to read, even if it sounded cliche to take on a yoga retreat in Hawaii – Cheryl’s mother died, her marriage fell apart and she went to find herself on the trail. I’m inspired to visit some of the places she described along the trail, inspired to be even more adventurous and take trips in the wild and calm.
Yoga classes: 13 (7 a.m. and 5 p.m. daily), courtesy of Samadhi yogis Kathleen (the lovely) and Sheev
Pounds lost: 4
Hikes: 2, including the Na Pali Coast trail (treacherous, sweaty! and got rained on, which felt pretty heavenly. Remnant – a blood blister on my big toe, right foot. Gross, but true.)
My yoga mat was mistaken for: fishing pole container, “a piece of rubber”
Dogs encountered:  5 – including one-eyed Maui, Kona and Pua (flower) at the retreat center
Laps in the pool:  unknown, but swam on two different days. Sun was harsh and left me with a “tramp stamp” sunburn one day (thanks for that description, K)
Rainbows viewed: At least half a dozen, while experiencing yoga on the lanai. Hope that my photos captured it.
Animals heard, day and night: Geckos, cows, chickens, roosters, dogsVegan meals:  7 + – I think I’m a convert. I know, it surprises me, too. I lost weight, feel wonderful, didn’t miss any foods and my skin looks fabulous, too. I may opt initially for Mark Bittman’s Vegan before 6 or VB6 as the cool kids say.

Smoothies: 12, estimate. Pina colada on the final day (virgin, of course).
Recipes to try: Coconut lime banana bread, Okinawa sweet potato curry (if I can find that potato here in Seattle), raw pumpkin pie- some from Jennifer’s 30 Minute Vegan cookbook. Yes, we were blessed to have her as our chef for the week.
Incorporate more in diet: macadamia nuts (though they’re expensive here on the Mainland), sweet potato, avocados, smoothies, vegan foods as declared above
Items purchased: Long-sleeve rash guard, tank top with cut-out back from QuikSilver
Beaches visited: 2 – Secret beach and non-secret
Naked humans observed: 3, at Secret beach. A woman praying to the gods of the ocean, a man rolling on the sand as we left the beach, another man walking in the distance. L walked closer to land so that she could see him. JK.
Dolphins: 60, according to a local surfer who captured some film on his birthday. Hurling themselves on the air … Breaching the surface and having so much fun at Secret beach.
Alcoholic beverages: one-ish, glass of wine with dinner on our final night at Dolphin in Hanelei
Fish tacos: 3
Places to visit next time: Queen’s Bath, Garden Cafe at Common Ground, Tiki Tacos, Secret Beach (again)
Summary statement of the week: good God (R on the final day, struggling with virasana after an arduous hike. I felt the same that day. Thank you for verbalizing.)
Music in my head the entire trip: Titanium by David Guetta featuring Sia. And does it not sound like Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” in the beginning? I so need to be a DJ.
Movies to watch: South Pacific, North Shore
Hikes to try: Mt. Rainier, Bagby Hot Springs
Future vacation: Alaska
Items thrown away: Keens, bathing suit bottoms (too big, falling off my bod in the water at the beach and, yes, I had a smaller pair with me)
Items to replace: Keens
Products to try: Lavender and echinacea body lotion (courtesy of L)
Books to purchase or get from the library: 30 Minute Vegan, Bitters by Brad Parsons (recommended by V)

Days 26 to 37 of 40: Walking in sunshine

3 Mar

Lake Union in Seattle

Today’s walk – two hours, around Lake Union. The sun was shining and my legs are sore. I’ve not been doing well at keeping up with daily thoughts or even slightly less frequent thoughts during the last of these 40 days. And I’m only feeling some slight Catholic guilt about that.

Since I last reported in, I’ve hit yoga and also did a few rounds of aqua aerobics (!). I haven’t hit my bicycle yet, though the time is coming soon. I jotted down some thoughts or a few words about the recent chant from yoga: Shiva shiva shiva shambo. According to a site that I found online, Shiva is pure consciousness and the realization of our nature as infinite or immortal, never born or dying. Thoughts that I take away from yoga, in general, are to try and not let things affect me as much. I’ve got a ways to go in mastering that concept. And while I’d love to not let the thoughts that bring me down get to me as much, the thoughts that send me in a more ecstatic direction also come to mind. How could I not be excited at seeing a celebrity in class, as an example? I get as giddy as a teenager and it feels wonderful and silly for days. The dilemma of being more zen.

The pool at my gym is being repaired and it’s shut down for a few more days. But I was happy to get in a few more aerobics classes there before the repairs began. The last time I hit class, I swam laps for about 10 minutes before class. The Saturday class could be a new favorite, and was more intense than the first class I hit during the holiday weekend. The music was more modern, too, and included Adele and the Lumineers along with some Train. No more sweating in the water to the Oldies.

There’s now only three more days left in this challenge. A real work-out will be challenging in the next few days because of plans after work, but it’s entirely possible that I can finish out strong on the 40th day.

And I’ve got other non-40 day thoughts on my mind after watching Girls tonight and thinking about what I really want to do in life. And feeling more inspired than I was earlier today, after reading several depressing stories in the New York Times.

Days 24 & 25 of 40: Swimming to the oldies

19 Feb

ImageI got two … count ’em … two workouts in yesterday, on a day off from work. And it felt pretty fabulous. I decided to hit an aqua aerobics class at the gym (photo example left, of course) because I was curious and also thought it could be a good workout. It had been years since I took that type of a class; the last time was at my parent’s condo pool with my mom and some of her neighbor friends.

I was one of two younger-ish women in a class of 25 to 30 students. At 11 a.m. on a Monday, I didn’t expect a lot of younger people. We aqua’d to the oldies, if you will, doing sprints, lunges and twists to dance-ified versions of “Under the Boardwalk” and “Jailhouse Rock.”  I could barely hear the  music during most of the class, but the instructor was great in providing encouragement and keeping us going during the 60 minutes of class. She stayed on the deck the entire time and I know she’s the teacher, but she was pretty impressive in mixing it up and even providing some in-water stretching at the end. The heater was broken, which made for a chilly entry into the pool but I and others obviously survived.

I hadn’t then planned on going to yoga, but my friend, L, wanted to meet up because she didn’t get her workout in earlier in the day. 90 minutes with Steve, who shared thoughts about equanimity at the start of class. It sounds like a tricky thing to strive for though it’s been discussed before in class in different terms – not letting either pain or pleasure really rattle you. It seems like the ultimate in reaching a zen and Buddhist state, too.

And now, on to today. 30-ish minutes of walking, including a nice long walk in the middle of the day, when the sun was shining here in Seattle despite the cold. 10 minutes of the walk today came at the end o’ day, walking with D. from the office to vehicles parked offsite. Here’s hoping we’ll have more sunny days during the rest of the week. I’m pretty psyched about the way I’m closing out this second half of the 40 days.

Days 17 to 23 of 40: Back on track

17 Feb

Half moon pose from Yoga Journal

My real work outs began again this weekend, one week after gum graft surgery. (Yes, this is a funny video and no, I didn’t find it completely accurate. There is not any gum in the roof of your mouth; it’s tissue.)

Yoga yesterday, and today – 90 minutes each class. I feel great. My torso is sore in a good way from the twisting and core work (thank you, Liz).

Earlier in the week, I made sure to walk every day. Of the highlights, on Monday, I took a walk to the University District to pick up a prescription. 40 minutes round trip. I was still feeling the effects of the surgery, and while peeking gently at the gum graft sites, I worried a bit about whether I might have an infection. Turns out, now that it’s healing up even more, it was just the sutures on the left side of my mouth that looked like an infected wound. Gross, I know. And I also figured out that if I really did have an infection, it would have been hurting and not just looking like something was wrong.

My periodontist said right before the surgery that it was great to see a patient that had so much saliva flowing. She said that most of her patients are on so many medications, it dries up the saliva. Not something I’ve always thought about being thankful for, but it was a nice reminder that I am healthy and not on a bunch of meds.

On Monday, during that long walk, I took a cue from a scene in Liberal Arts. The main character walks around listening to opera, and he comments on how it has changed the way he views the city. In that scene, everyone looks at him and smiles (the scene takes place in New York City). I was listening to Mozart arias performed by Cecelia Bartoli. It’s a favorite disc of mine though I haven’t listened to it for awhile. Sorry to report that the music did not have the same effect on the people that I passed. Maybe one or two smiled, but one guy gave me a pretty quizzical look and a lot of people ignored me. So – interesting experiment but not quite the same results.

My horoscopes have been strange and somewhat dark this week on Astro.com. On Tuesday, Feb. 12 the subject line was: Something is wrong. Yikes. On the one hand, some of what was in there is true – you’ll separate yourself from persons or circumstances that are doing you no good. But then it went on to say in the process, I’ll experience a considerable amount of tension, and that I may be confused for awhile. “You would be well advised to go off by yourself for awhile, because other people’s advice will be of little value, unless you select your advisors with great care.” The horoscope went on to say feelings of restlessness and uncertainty would be strong. I actually do feel some of that.

Looking more on the bright side, the subject line for today is Soft lights. But, wait – tomorrow is A new tack. More thoughts on this change in direction for my life. “Keep working, for your efforts to expand and liberate your life are not finished.”