This morning I woke up at 515 before my daughter. I had an entire blissful hour to myself before she woke up which has become a rare occasion. Normally she wakes up at that time as well but the recent time change has tricked her into sleeping later the past few days. I did my morning stretches without rushing, made and ate my precious oatmeal without rushing, and even took the dog out to pee without rushing. My whole world has been full of rushing around ever since I had her so moments of stillness and calm are enjoyed thoroughly.
I dropped her off at her sweet daycare where she insists on being handed over to her “snuggle boobs” before she can handle playing with the other kids.
Then I’m off to start my work day as a nurse at a local GI clinic. Patients come in, paying whatever insurance tells them to, in hopes that someone will give them answers about their bloating and constipation. Though some patients are indeed sick and in need of a specialist, it’s pretty amazing the amount of people come through for your run of the mill occasional diarrhea or has pain. Symptoms I’ve never considered treating with over the counter medications let alone consulting with a gastroenterologist about. I’ll say for now that GI and psych often go hand in hand.
We are in the throes of the coronavirus. The news discusses nothing else. Kirkland, WA has seen the most of it in the US. My brother, his wife, and their 18 month old live in Kirkland. Italy has exploded with cases and have a current death toll of 437. One girl studying abroad in Venice came home to St. Louis, showed symptoms, was diagnosed, and promptly went to a father- daughter dance at the Ritz-Carlton. We will see how far it spreads here. My daughter has had a runny nose for 3 days. I have a sore throat and signs of a GI bug. Though I truly think it’s probably just the flu, I admit I am a littler nervous about the situation.
Eating ~3000 calories daily has begun to catch up with me. Imagine that. Surely I will find some will power and stop the scale from creeping anymore.