-- morning coffee date
-- hospital visit
-- lunch date
-- grocery shopping date
-- prepare my week's worth of food
-- mountain hiking date
-- visit Hulk's
I had the day off and I had a lot of dates, and by "dates" I mean meet ups with good friends, my K-Crew. I didn't plan on meeting up with so many friends, it just came about as a result of a doctor's appointment at Dankook hospital. Some close friends knew I had an important appointment today, an appointment I have been putting off and have even cancelled a several times, so they randomly decided to take it upon themselves to check up on me.
While grocery shopping with a friend, I ran into someone that I knew. I didn't hear her calling my name but my friend did. "Amy, your friend, yes?" he asked. I turned to say hi but before I could say anything more, the girl asked me "Do you really need that much spinach?" I had two baskets and one was full of only spinach. "I think the answer is no. You say 'hell no', yes... hmmm yes." I bursted out laughing. Yes, hell yes to that hell no. Anyone that knows me knows in my books I can never have too much spinach. I'm like the long, lost decent of Popeye for goodness sake.
As for the hospital visit, it's something that I've been really putting off. I don't hate the hospital like I do the dentist but I really try to stay away from them by staying healthy. I've always believed that if I stayed active and ate clean then I'd stay strong and healthy. And while my mother was notorious for her dependency on Advil, pain killers for her back, and monthly allergy shots for relief, I always tried to go the natural route -- rest and extra liquids. I can't remember the last time I took any kind of Advil or Tylenol and I am sure my tolerance to just one would knock me out. Instead, I make sure I eat balanced meals which means I don't go skipping my carbs or designate any REAL food as a no-no. I'm nuts about nuts but Paleo says no to oatmeal so I say no to Paleo. Gluten-free says no to things like bread and that's one of my go-to cheat meals, a nice loaf of walnut bread with almonds and peanuts sprinkled on it. Vegetarian says no to all meats and well, I do love my protein-packed chicken and juicy medium raw steaks! Vegan says no to anything animal-related so my love for eggs leaves me saying nothing nice about vegan. Instead I eat real food, which means my processed food consumption is limited. I think the only processed things I really lean on are the occasional use of ketchup, Greek yogurt and the dash of milk I use in my coffee.
Food is health care, medicine is sick care and the proof of this is in the fact that today I went to the hospital. I get injured, hello I am a boxer, but I don't get sick. I haven't been sick to the point that meds have been needed. I mean, I got food poisoning a couple of times but I dealt with that with extra liquids and rest and it really wasn't something I brought upon myself besides trusting a cook to know how to cook.
Hope for the best, expect the worst, this was the mentality I went into the hospital appointment with. After having the silliness to Google myself to stress and worry, I nervously went into the doctor's office. I was fully expecting them to say I have caught some freakish disease or whatnot. Perhaps I should back up here and give some background info as to why I even had the appointment. About a month ago, while working at Hulk's, I went into the bathroom stall and, upon pulling down my pants, I had a bit of a freak out over what I saw. There on my legs were what appeared to be a honeycomb pattern. It covered only the top inner thigh of my legs, mainly just my left leg. I thought it'd go away and had written it off as just some kind of freakish one-day thing but after a couple of days of fading and returning, it just didn't fade one day. It's since appeared a bit below my knee, on my left calf. It's a honeycomb pattern, comprising of my veins but it's not varicose veins. Instead, it looks as if the veins are swollen. Snickers keeps on telling me not worry about it but I can't help but think back about what friends told my mother when she first had her cancer scare. They all said she'd be alright. I'm not trying to be dramatic here nor am I a pestimistic, but crazier things have happened and they've happened to people I know. I just don't want to be another one of those kind of sad stories -- the girl who finally made her dream come true only to then lose it all.
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