Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A Picture of Me Trying to get Better

It has only been four days since I got started on my new Thyroid and Diabetes medication regime. Yes my friends, as of last week, I am officially diabetic, more than likely caused by my thyroid issues.

Let that sink in for a bit.

Not only is it time consuming, confusing (because of the times/schedules + number of pills), but it has also been draining on my system.

The heat in Los Angeles, even in my usual cooler-than-the-rest of Los Angeles neighborhood, has also been affecting my body. Not only am I weak, dizzy, and plain uncomfortable because of my new meds, the heat exasperates it all.

I'm miserable and not myself. The few brain cells that are functioning are devoted to work and school. Everything else, unfortunately even this blog, is falling to the wayside - for now.

According to a friend that has been undergoing a similar medical treatment, my side-effects should subside in 10-14 days. The heat in Los Angeles should also drop in a few days. At least, that is our hope. So by the end of the month, or at least that is the hope, I should be my usual self.

For now, I am miserable, weak, running to the bathroom every few minutes, and sweating like a hog in heat.

It's not a pretty picture, but it is a picture of me trying to get better.

Send me good jujus - I need them.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Getting Better

This week was supposed to be a good week.

Although the weekend started a bit stressful, we ended it with mass and dinner out. Hubby and I spoke, figured things out, and realized that worse case scenario, all would be good.

Then I started school, my first full week of this semester. I connected with my professors, got in the classes I was on the waiting list for, and got all my books. I figured out my schedule at home, got a new work project, even packed my lunch and ate healthy.

I finally saw my Thyroid Specialist, to confirm that yes, I had indeed lost weight over the summer (yah me!). But before I started celebrating my small win, I had more blood tests to do.

Without much thinking I kept going, moving forward, and doing all the awesome things I had scheduled for the week. "Don't forge to call the doctor," my hubby told me before going to work.

I didn't - I just wanted to finish off my day before I sat down to make the calls I needed to make. In between all that I was hot, as most of us are in this God forsaken summer heat, I thought about stopping by a Winchell's to order a Raspado. (A raspado is Mexican shaved ice that has fruit instead of a syrup).

As I sat in that nice air conditioned shop I checked my messages and made a few phone calls while I ate my raspado. It was cold and tart, a perfect snack for a hot day. It was, of course, right at that very moment that I get a call from my Thyroid Doctors office.

"Blood results came in. They are not good. Your thyroid is low, so we need to update your medicine. Your blood sugar is VERY high, possibly affected by your Thyroid...we will need to add more medicine to control your sugar. You cholesterol and blood pressure are normal."

I immediately stopped sipping my raspado, and tried to explain the peak in my blood sugar levels, "I didn't take the Glumetza this summer. I tried to control it by eating...I lost weight, doesn't that count? Can't I just go back to taking Glumetza," I pleaded.

The answer was no. My blood sugar levels are too high. "Much, much too high," and if I don't get my levels controlled within a month I will be "hospitalized."


That word rang in my ears loud and clear. My voice started shaking as I calmly said yes to the instructions that followed.

"The medication will be called in today. Start taking it immediately. We need to see you in a month."

I nodded as I said yes to the receiver. I couldn't say no.

Could it be the soda I drank last week?, I asked myself as tears started streaming down my face. Maybe it was the slice of pizza I had for lunch a week ago. Could it be the fruit I eat instead of protein I eat after school?

Could it be the added stress from work, school, life? Maybe I need a vacation?

What I don't need is the added medication...I don't do well with most medications. They affect my stomach. I'm nauseous, feel weaker, and my mind is sometimes so cloudy and heave that I can barely keep my eyes open.

I also don't need to be hospitalized - so I have to do whatever it takes to get better. At least to my level of better.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

I Belong in Paris

This past week was a bit hard on the home front. Nothing to fret in regards to Mr. Man (AKA my hubby) and me. It is, like most people are dealing with, something to do with our careers. Rather, my hubby's job.

My first thought was to call my mom, but I didn't want to worry her. Then my brothers, but then again, didn't want them to worry either...then I mentally went down the list of friends that I could just share the potential bad news with:
"So-and-so has a newborn, so I can't disturb her. So-and-so has wild kids, so we can't speak in peace. So-and-so is at work and probably busy..." and so my list of friends went.
Then it hit me, if Sebas were alive, even if he was in the middle of a meeting, he would "feel me" and send me a text.  He would call me on his way home. Listen. Calm me without being overly positive and annoying, and at the end of the conversation make me laugh.

He would call me "dah-ling" in his French accent and then invite me to dinner. On him. He was one of the few people in my lifetime that's treated me to dinner...for no reason at all.

We would sit down at one of his favorite places and he'd order wine, appetizers, and plan on dessert.

He'd listen. Let me vent; and help me come up with a response on my own...before he got up and walked around. I would order for him if he took too long to come back. The waitresses or waiters always twisting their lips in that smug smile thinking to themselves: "She got dumped."

I didn't.

That was one of the petty annoyances of being friends with him: He would up and disappear to think. Smoke. Walk. Sometimes, anytime, during dinner.

He always took too long.

Sometimes he picked-up his cell when I called to check-up on him. Many times he didn't. I worried only to laugh when he walked behind me to wrap his arms around my shoulders and exclaim, "dah-ling...a woman like you belongs in Paris."

He wore cargo shorts. Too big and always the same. Even at places that weren't necessarily appropriate.  But he talked his way into breaking clothing rules. Because he was French and anything he said and did was a lot sexier and more appropriate than anyone else. Maybe because he always wore French suits and Italian shoes, that on the rare occasions he Americanized his wardrobe nobody really cared.

His rolodex, as thick as his Foreign Ministry Press Attache title, gave him a reason to be invited to yet another black tie affair that went beyond the commonplace Hollywood Gliterati events that Los Angeles drowns in. I was always invited, yet rarely accepted.  He sent me a client for every event I missed.

Heads of state, people with big titles and even bigger pocket books, called him, counted on him, and he always smiled and laughed about it all. It was no big deal, nor did it matter to him.

What he considered a big deal was his intense need to be surrounded by people he loved. To be needed. To be babied.

But not in crowds. Crowds made him anxious.

On a good day, I loved loving on him. On a bad day, it was suffocating.

He wanted to see it all. America. California. Los Angeles. But as a lifelong Angelino, his bright-eyed expression at something rather commonplace was not always fun. He had, as we all do, quirks.

He was foreign, of course, which made his quirks more acceptable when followed with "He's French," to the people that really didn't know him or understand his sometimes odd behaviors.

He would only be in the states for a few years before he would move, yet again. To Africa maybe? Possibly even Latin America. We talked about me tagging along and experiencing the world with him and my mentor, his partner.

No man, according to Sebas, at least those I dated at the time, were good enough for me. They had the big titles, the big pocketbooks, but not the "heart" that Sebas always advised I look for.

I didn't care.

My days were filled with work and building a business. My nights were simply extended ways to entertain myself without commitment. But there was always Sebas to guide me. Listen. Make me believe that everything would be fine, and that answers were only as far as my eyes could see.

Nothing was impossible.

But when he died, too soon for his age, too soon for this world; that tinge of hope and of "gusto" in building my business, traveling the world, and living the dream, died on the few pages that I wrote to him before they were shuttered in his coffin.

I have always credited Sebas, always, for that odd situation that introduced me to the man that later became my hubby. "This situation is just so Sebas," I remember telling my mentor after meeting my hubby.

My hubby, always living in a somewhat Sebas shadow, has since been accustomed to my random reminders of Sebas or his funny expressions that make me laugh when I'm only minutes from crying.

"Lets move to Paris," I told him when bad news hit last week. My hubby laughed, maybe a bit confused by my odd resolution to our problem, and smiled.

Even in death Sebas has a way of making us smile.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Visiting the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Our visits up the California Coast are never complete unless we make a stop at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
Located in what I like to call my "heaven on earth," The Monterey Bay Aquarium has been recently been named the Best Aquarium in the World by Trip Advisor, the worlds largest travel site.
Besides the beautiful vistas because of its location, both my hubby and I are fond of the Monterey Bay Aquarium because of its rotating special exhibits.
On our recent #UnminivanMoments #CaliforniaGold road-trip, the Monterey Bay Aquarium had recently unveiled their Tentacles Exhibit and still had the Jellies exhibit, which we had seen on our previous trip.
Whereas our previous trip up the California Coast was scheduled for the earlier part of the day, we spent the later part of the day at the Aquarium and saw different sea animals than on our previous trip.
The one thing we did miss this time around was the live feeding. Instead, we got to see the sea otters frolic as they usually do and the giant octopus.
A few other exhibits that are always a favorite of ours include the sea otters and penguins, and of course we always grab a quick bite at the aquarium restaurant. Which, surprisingly, has a big food selection, most sustainable and fresh.
I also noticed, rather we noticed, that later in the day although it seems more crowded, it really isn't. There's less kids and families, and more adults and couples. This environment allowed for, mind you, some romantic gestures without worrying that we'd scare the toddlers. It was actually quite beautiful to see all the handholding as we gazed into the large tanks full of beautiful creatures.

Our afternoon at the Aquarium was only made more beautiful when we walked outside to gaze at the Monterey Bay. Stunning. Absolutely stunning.

We ended our day by taking the shuttle, rather the tram, directly outside the Monterey Bay Aquarium, it was easy to head back to our hotel before getting ready for dinner and after dinner drinks.
Monterey Bay Aquarium Details
886 Cannery Row 
Monterey, CA 
831-648-4888 (information) 
831-648-4800 (main number) 

Hours: Open every day except December 25
Cost: Check current admission prices + add-on tours 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

That Time I Stayed at Home. Alone.

When my hubby and I started dating, I was at the peak of my own PR business. I was traveling often, working late most nights, and spending weekends either networking or catching-up on personal to-do's.

I hired a cleaning service, laundry service, and even had my groceries delivered. Dating was sometimes inconvenient.

Had I not fallen in love with the man that was bound to become my hubby, I would have kept doing what I was doing.

But the story goes in a different direction: Not only did "we" fall in love, we started talking about the future, building plans and eventually changing life courses.

My hi-rise office moved into our home, and my travels started to stop once I turned away business or partnered with others that could do the traveling for me.

Eventually, staying at home and watching TV with my hubby and Chatito, was a lot more fulfilling than signing on a $20K a month client. So I shopped less, did my own errands and laundry, and worked on my marriage.

Because it's work. Marriage is.

But sometimes you have-to travel. Sometimes, mostly me and never my hubby, I have to pack-up my stuff, schedule a dog sitter, fill the refrigerator, and travel. For blogging. for my business, and for school.
It happens.
Life happens.

But never have we been apart for social occasions. Meaning, we never take vacations apart, and rarely do we do any friend anything without each-other.

That's just part of who are, how we've grown in our marriage, and what works for us.

So when we found out my hubby's sister was getting married for a second time clear across the country, we initially planned to make a mini-vacation out of that trip.

But of course, things happen, including a change in the wedding date and school. Gosh, darn, pesky school.

I didn't go - but of course my hubby couldn't miss out.

At first he was completely opposed to the idea of traveling without me: "I really don't want to go without you." He told me more than once. "But it's your sisters wedding," I would respond.

So he made plans, without me, the less I knew the better. Eventually I found out that the wedding was planned during the last summer weekend of the year.

"Our" last summer weekend of the year.

Short of canceling the trip, my hubby tried to change his travel plans to no avail. That's what happens when you give someone else control of your plans.

Of course, being the dutiful and supportive wife that I can be, I told him time and time again that I would be fine.
That time would pass.
That he would have fun.
That I would get ready for school while he was away and work a bit on things that needed to get done, and he would connect with his family.
Things would work out like they normally do.

But as the day approached we both got a bit stressed and the reality of the event hit us: This would be the first time, in the almost five years we've been together, that one of us would be traveling without the other for purely social reasons.

This was not work. This was not a conference. This was not a new business trip.

This was social; and it was hard. Unbearable almost.

As much as people like to say that spending time apart is good, even healthy, for a relationship, I am here to tell you that what works for others doesn't always works for you.

A dinner, or even afternoon away? Sure, why not. It can be fun. But traveling and spending days without your hubby? I am not a fan.

This? It will not happen again.
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