Texas

Wow, it has been a while since I've posted anything. I wonder if anyone ever checks this anymore, on the off chance I have? I've had a couple crazy things going on in my life lately. First of all is my crazy bite. It all started with a normal mosquito bite above my ankle, then three days later I couldn't walk, then we went to UrgentCare and the doctor gave me a med, then it got a little better, then it slowed down, then I went to my normal doctor and he informed me this is a staph infection, it's cellulitus. Awesome.

It's better, mostly gone away, but still lingering. Luckily, Monday I have a checkup with my docs at Barnes so if they feel that it needs a good kick in the butt to go away, we can talk about it then.

The other crazy thing is something I thought of today. In light of my appointment Monday, I once again realized, as I always do right before these things, that another three months has gone by and I have not
started exercising daily. How much longer am I going to put this off? I mean, yes we've been busy lately getting things figured out, but more than anything I think we just 'feel' busy because we're still falling into the routine of married life. Hey guess what, no one else is hear to do the dishes, or put them away, or cut the grass, or clean, or allllll of those other chores you don't think of much when you live at home once you're home from college. So I consider it more of an adjustment than the fact that we're necessarily "busy". Anyways, with the exercise it doesn't always work for me to work out outside. I am NOT going to get up at 4am in order to beat the heat, but some evenings are still too hot. Something interesting has happened as I've gotten older: my lungs have changed their temperature preferences.

When I was little, the winter bothered me. I dreaded walking much of anywhere because if it was cold, there was a good chance it would trigger a coughing fit. Now, it's the heat; getting into a hot car nearly suffocates me if it's over 100 outside. And strangely, I can handle the winter a lot better.

So working out at night isn't always great either. Thus, we need a gym membership. There's about one option, maybe two, for us here in town, and it's not very cost-effective to join different gyms close to where we work. I know we need to do this, but I just don't know when we'll think of it and actually do it. How long, now, have I been saying 'I need to just DO it.'? What in the world am I waiting for? The one day I wake up and I'm gasping for air? In thinking about that... no, not really. I know the benefits. I've felt them before. I can get around a lot easier, stay out longer, and just tolerate everything much better. Not to mention, if we ever want to try having kids, I need to start working for it now. If I've never mentioned anything about moms with CF, here's the answer: yes I can have kids, it's just difficult and obviously can have its risks. Ideally, I should be in tip top shape in order to carry full-term and not have a hospitalization during that period of time.

Exercise. What's stopping me? I have no answer for that, which feels much worse than having a valid excuse. Okay, for about a week there was no way I could exercise with my ankle/bite/staph, but I'm not
counting that. It was a week. Gosh I need to kick my butt into gear. Thanks for reading this extremely-stream-of-consciousness blog.