I took a few days off from writing, and it drove me peanuts. But I logged the events of Thanksgiving break in my head so I could keep everyone filled in on the events, which were events a-plenty.
Wednesday, before the holiday, I skipped the run (I know, shame on me,) because I went in for an endoscopy after work to figure out what was going on with my stomach, which you’ll remember has been acting really nuts since my bout with a stomach bug in September. It was an upper endoscopy, so as far as prep, it just required that I fasted for a bunch of hours. Rude.
I went in, stripped down to a sexy gown, and they started me on an IV. The whole process was fairly non-dramatic. I was wheeled into a room, laid on my side, given oxygen and the process began. First the Lidocaine to numb my veins, and then the Propofol, and next thing I knew, I was out. I woke up a really short time later – apparently, while I was under and they tried to shove the camera down my esophagus, I started flailing, pulled my IV out, and they had to pull me out of my sleep to reset the IV. It was no big deal, and next thing I knew, I was out, and Austin was ready to take me home. But not before in a haze, I told the nurse that “I looooove him,” and “did you know we were getting married?”
The final verdict? Gastritis. The lining of my stomach was inflamed and has kicked acid up into my esophagus, which was burnt up too. The morning of Greensboro, nerves and something I ate the day before probably aggravated my already-raw stomach, causing me to throw up. Which burnt my esophagus even more. Yumz. They did a biospy and I should know what’s causing it and what I need to do in the next 10 days or so. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanksgiving Day. It was awesome. I woke up, went for a slow and steady 4 miler (I’m streaking til New Years Day), cleaned up my house, and headed down to my parents’ for the holiday. I cooked, and it was so lovely to spend the time with my family. That evening, I was able to trick my brother into watching Pitch Perfect with me. Score.
Friday morning, me and little Derek suited up for a run – and I will be gosh darned – the kid can run! He’s a cross country star, and 18, so truthfully, the run consisted of me chasing him around Waxhaw, NC, which he regarded more as a casual jog. My hamstrings were mad at me afterward, and I will definitely have to utilize him more for those speed workouts.
We went wedding dress shopping. That is all I can say, and this is all I will show you because I’m keeping dress negotiations top secret. But my mom and I had a blast shopping for dresses. She did try to negotiate a tiara and a set of silky gloves out of me, but I’m not budging, much to her chagrin.
And in the single greatest moment of the holiday, possibly of the year, my brother offered to drive us to Harris Teeter to buy my dad seltzer, and we needed to, since I drink up all his seltzer every time I go home. Anyhoo, my brother drives a Benz.
Well, it’s an ’87, and when he started it, he had to pump the gas like a madman before we could get moving. Then, when we arrived to the Teet, we had to leave it running while we ran inside. Hood.
And finally, I finished out the weekend by enjoying a dinner where I spent my 16th birthday, Kristopher’s in Matthews, NC, with Austin, the husband-to-be, and Derek, my brother. It was so fun, so delicious, and an excellent way to wrap up the weekend.
Thanksgiving was awesome. It was a lovely visit, and I finished out the weekend by running, running a little more, and working at the running store, which always puts a smile on my face.
How was your Thanksgiving Holiday?