Tag Archives: Crohn’s Disease

35 Things in 2010

I’m not going to lie, 2010 was an awful year. Every time I thought the year was turning around for me, it got measurably worse. And every time I thought it seriously can’t get worse than this? It did. I’m so excited that it’s over. I’m looking forward to this year for one reason: it’s not 2010. Before, I ask that we never talk of last year again, I’m going to do a little reflection ( I’ve done it before in 2009 and 2008 ). By the time you’re all done reading, I will have shoved 2010 out the door.

1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?

Developed an extreme case of The Agoraphobia. Good times!

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don’t think I made any and if I did, I didn’t keep them. Will I make any for this year? I haven’t decided yet.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Nope. It’s been a quiet time on the baby-making front.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

Nope. Knock on wood.

5. What countries did you visit?

None. None. None.

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?

A break.

7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory and why?

August 17th and September 17th. And that is all I will say about that. FOREVER.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Does getting through this year count as an achievement? HELL YES. That’s the one I’m sticking with.

9. What was your biggest failure?

My biggest failure is that I let the smallest man I have ever met (yes, in terms of that size and also more symbolically) treat me like trash because I was so desperate for some attention, and affection and love.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Intestinally speaking, it’s been a good year. (Crohn’s Disease, I scoff at you.)

11. What was the best thing you bought?

My couch.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

My family. There are no words to describe the gratitude I feel for my mother, my sister and my brother. I adore these people and I’m so lucky to have their support, their love and their understanding. I will never forget all that they have done for me this year.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

See #9.

14. Where did most of your money go?

Doctors and Starbucks.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

The Rally to Restore Sanity. TRUE STORY.

16. What song will always remind of you 2009?

Single Ladies — Beyonce.

17. Compared to this time last year, are:

a)happier or sadder?

b)thinner or fatter?

c) richer or poorer?

I’m not happier but I”m not sadder either. I’m carrying two extra kilos compared to this time last year, but I wouldn’t call myself fatter because I’m not fat by any objective standard and whoever came up with this questionnaire should be throat punched. I’m also poorer. Sigh.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

I wish I’d read more books, had more fun, and connected with more people. Also, I wished I had done more kissing. I miss kissing.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

I wish I’d thought less.

20. Did you fall in love in 2010?

No, not even close.

21. What was your favourite TV program?

30 Rock.

22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Sadly, I do. I’ve never known hate until this year.

23. What was the best book you read?

No One Belongs Here More Than You | Miranda July

24. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Citizen Cope, The Weepies, State Radio, Kate Earl, Heartless Bastards, Mumford & Sons. A great year for music.

25. What did you want and get?

To be understood. I got that in heaps.

26. What did you want and not get?

I wanted to know what the inside of love feels like. At the bare minimum, I wanted to know what it feels like to be wanted. Didn’t. Get. That. Not. Even. Close. Sigh.

27. What was your favourite film of this year?

Scott Pilgrim V The World.

28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 29 and I spent it half with family and half with friends eating, drinking and talking. I remember laughing so hard with a boy, and I remember a lot of tequila shots. Also, Alexia returned from Miami two days early to celebrate with me and brought me my first ever Anthropologie gift. (It’s a beautiful, gold bracelet that I literally had to pull out of her hands. WITH FORCE. It’s so beautiful that we decided that both our future daughters have equal ownership rights to it.) (Seriously Lex? Seriously? That wasn’t a gift, that was blackmail.)

29. How you would describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?

What do you call it when you dress top to bottom from H&M, Zara and Pull & Bear?

30. What kept you sane?

I did. (With some help from Xanax.)

31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Jon Stewart. (With or without his beard, I’d still have his babies.)

32. Who did you miss?

A lot of people. They know who they are because they’re not next to my face.

33. Who was the best new person you met?

I met so many new people this year that I’m finding it hard to pick one. There are two AMAZING girls I’ve met a few times who stand out in my mind and I am excited to get to know them better this year (if they’ll have me and my unsocial tendencies). (If you’re reading, here’s a hint: YOU’RE COUSINS. Is it me or should there be a law against so much awesome existing in one family?) But if I had to pick one person who was the best, the one I felt a certain kinship with, I’d pick him. He really was the bestest.

34. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.

Never, ever, ever give up.

(Also, and I learned this twice. When a man kisses you, it doesn’t mean he is attracted to you, it doesn’t mean that he likes you, it doesn’t mean that he sees you or wants you. You’ll think it does, but it doesn’t. All it means is that he was drunk.)

35. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

“And you asked me what I want this year, and I’ll try to make this kind and clear: “Just a chance that we’ll find better days.”


{30 days of truth} Day 15 | On where I was, where I am going and how you can help me

A couple of year’s ago, I was a shop girl working 9-5 (except it was more than that) and I was completely uninspired,  unmotivated and so unhappy that within the course of two months I was diagnosed with Panic Attack Disorder and Depression and then Crohn’s Disease. So I quit my job, made a list of my strengths, a list of what inspired me and a list of how I wanted my work to define me. Or maybe it was how much I wanted my work to define my life. I don’t remember.

Everything pointed to one glaringly obvious, but until then unseen, fact.

I write.

Huh, that was  easy I thought then. So, I just started writing. And telling people that “I write” and looked for projects I could be involved in where I could write. I even got paid for a lot of it. Then it occurred to me that the are so many different types of writing that I could be doing. And I tried to do all of it. And I didn’t enjoy most of it.  And I didn’t get paid for much of it.

Today, I am being paid to do something other than write. Still unhappy, but much happier than I used to be, a lot more motivated and inspired. I am still trying to figure it out. How can I make money doing what comes naturally to me?  How can I make money without sacrificing my physical and emotional health?

Not writing is not an option.

I stopped writing once. It lasted for five months. And that doesn’t even count because in those five months I wrote pages and pages of emails to friends. I was still writing except it didn’t count in my head as writing.

Today, I am friends with other writers, other hugely talented writers who wow can they write and I’m still trying to figure out where in the world I fit in. What kind of writing do I want to do? What kind of writer am I? Can I make any sort of living from being the writer I already am?

I’m searching and I’ve got ideas and I’m inspired and I’m excited and scared and sometimes I think that I should stop being silly and find another 9-5 job and learn to be happy. But the mere thought of that on the edge of my consciousness feels like a lie. I’ll lie in bed and I’ll weigh up my options and when I do, I feel sick and disappointed because I am not doing all that I can with the choice I already made.

I can’t live without writing. I tried. I failed. So, I continue to write.

Except all this writing needs to have a purpose. And while I’m thinking of ways to do that I want to ask you — yes YOU– all those numbers I see in Google Reader, those IP addresses from  Guam and Kenya and Malaysia and Australia and the U.S and Greece, all those faces in my Facebook group, I want to ask all of you to click out of your readers, to prettyplease click on the comments, say hello and answer any or all these questions for me:

Why do you read me? Why do you come back? What do you like reading about? What aren’t you interested in? What would you like me to write about more? Do you have a favourite style of  post?

Please leave a comment. I would be so grateful for any feedback you have.

xx

Hope

P is for Perfect

Yesterday was a bad day. Yesterday was one of those days were you fail to see all that you have and all that you do do. In honour of today and feeling a lot better, I finally decided to complete The Perfect Meme that I saw over at Brandy’s a couple of weeks ago.

The perfect outfit

It depends on the time of year and the occasion. In summer, my perfect outfit are always dresses; whether its my bright, floral maxi dress or a shorter emerald green dress. I love that all I need to do is slip them on. No mess, no fuss. That is the reason that my perfect outfit in winter is a pair of jeans, boots,  a sweater and a pretty scarf. I may be high mainteneance emotionally, but I’m a pretty low maintenance kind of girl.

The perfect meal

I have began to really despise food questions. (I’m looking at you Crohn’s Disease!) I guess at this point, anything that doesn’t make my intestines squirm is a winner!

The perfect hangover cure

I haven’t had a hangover since April of 2002. True story. This has mainly to do with the fact that I stopped drinking then started again but always knew my limit and then stopped again. So, best hangover cure ala Hope, just drink in moderation to begin with. It may not be sexy, fun or rock ‘n roll– but its true.

The perfect road trip

A couple of years ago, three friends and I jumped into an Audi A3 and hit the road. I don’t remember the music, I don’t remember the journey, I don’t recall the  topics of conversation. All I remember is the constant laughing. That’s my perfect road trip.

The perfect facial feature

While a smile would be on my top 3 perfect facial features. Nothing beats those expressions of complete shock. The ones with raised eyebrows and mouths shaped in an O. Those make me giggle.

The perfect drink

An iced chai latte. Yum-ee.

The perfect song

Anna Begins| Counting Crows

Chasing Cars | Snow Patrol

Say Goodnight & Go | Imogen Heap

Hallelujah | Jeff Buckley

The perfect sign of affection

A guiding hand at the small of my back.

The perfect afternoon

Napping with the one you love. In my case, Diego.

The perfect vacation

While I do love those sightseeing vacations especially in European cities with cobblestone pavements and good food (Hi Barcelona! Hi Florence!) I do also pretty much adore the standrad Greek Island vacation. These usually follow the same schedule everyday. Breakfast time-Beach time-Lunch time-Nap time-Walk time-Dinner time-Card games on a balcony time/Drink time.

The perfect invention

Hair straighteners.

The perfect type of wedding

Intimate, late morning, early Autumn

The perfect album

The Killers| Hot Fuss

The perfect accent

First place, British.

Second place, Spanish.

Third place, Irish.

The perfect date

The kind that never end. A quick coffee turns to a long walk, a long walk turn to lunch followed by drinks followed by dinner.

The perfect weather

Crisp, sunny winter mornings. Cool, summer evenings.

The perfect party

Eclectic mix of people. BBQ. A pool. Candles. The Rizla Game.

The perfect sport

Football.

The perfect thing to say

I have given this so much thought my brain hurts. This dialogue between Josh and Donna  from The West Wing pretty much sums it up for me.

Josh: You know, if you were in an accident I wouldn’t stop for a beer.

Donna: If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for red lights.

The perfect day of the week

Monday because  I’m a morning person. And Monday, well Monday is like the morning of the week.


Sexual selection

“Your brother told me that you were in hospital and all about your health troubles. I’m so sorry.”

“Aw, thank you. Yea, I have The Crohn’s.”

“If I remember correctly, weren’t you in hospital four years ago too though?”

“Yes! It’s the freaking Olympics. Every four years in August as if on cue. But that time I had an ovarian cyst.”

“I get cysts too. But they just leave. Why were you in hospital?”

“Oh I had to have it removed because it kept getting bigger and bigger. My doctor wanted to see what it was.”

“He didn’t put you on The Pill? The Pill usually helps.”

“Oh I can’t take The Pill.”

“Why not?”

“I have Raynard’s Disease. It’s a problem with my blood circulation so it is very dangerous to take the pill. I had the surgery to remove the cyst. And it turned out that it wasn’t just a benign cyst. And I have Endometriosis.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yea.”

***

At T’s house on Sunday we clutched our stomachs from laughter as I recited that conversation.Tears streaming down my face from a certain type of black humour that keeps me from falling apart, I said,

“I mean when do I tell a guy I am seeing all of this?  Isn’t it ridiculous? It’s like “Hi, I live with depression and panic attacks so you know I won’t be able to do a lot of things that you might enjoy doing. I might not be able to get out bed for a couple of weeks either.  Also, there’s a 40% chance that I won’t be able to have children. I can’t drink with you or share popcorn at the movies and oh! I might, you know, die from cancer of the intestine. But despite all of that I swear I’m a catch. MARRY ME!”

***

l laughed. And I am still laughing as I write this. I laugh because when I stop to take a breath and seriously consider my physical and psychological health I always reach the same conclusion.

“I’m damaged. Who would want to have to deal with all of this?”

Then I start laughing again because I make the best damn tsatsiki this side of the Aegean. I actually enjoy watching football and I love, love, love games. I have a great smile and I’m kind of cute.

But really I think my best selling point is that I have a selection of magazines in my bathroom. I encourage spending as much time as you need on the toilet.

Thus, I believe that a good man should really overlook all my defects for that fact alone. Don’t you?