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Archives for September 2016

Currently Caroline, September 2016

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Currently I’m:

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Located: On my couch, with my cast and toes above my nose.

Listening to: Million Dollar Listing New York: Ryan’s Wedding

Thinking about: What it will feel like to walk again. *sigh* And drive again. And pee at 3am without getting on my scooter to head to the bathroom.

So remember that MRI I had last month? 2 completely torn ligaments. 1 partially torn ligament. 1 fracture. And I was walking around on it for a month…whoops. Doc threw me in a cast for 6-8 weeks. Then a walking boot for 2 weeks after that. Then physical therapy after that. Oh yeah, and I’m non-weight bearing. Meaning, I can’t even walk in this cast.

I had to cancel two trips because I’m not allowed to fly — blood clots. Oh and my Thanksgiving holiday may be in jeopardy too if I don’t heal well because my family doesn’t live within a 1,000 mile radius and I always have to fly to see them. Plus, did I mention this is my right foot, so I’m not allowed to drive. Not only can I not really push on the pedal, it’s also illegal allegedly. (I asked.)

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Looking forward to: A weekend to relax and reflect. I really can’t do much else. #castlife

Drinking: La Croix water. Duh. (I have problems.)

Thankful for: Fucking awesome, helpful coworkers who are kind enough to drive me to and from work. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Well I do, I’d Uber, but that shit adds up. Plus, a dear friend of mine from elementary school (!) set up a Meal Train for me and friends came out of the woodwork to donate and make sure I was able to have stuff delivered to my house. I was so touched.

The hubster also flew home last weekend to tend to my immobile ass and it was really nice having him by my side. I got to sit on the wall of Fort Lauderdale Beach and just relax. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world.

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Worried about: If this is the last cast I’ll have. Yes, I’ve had two so far in this immobilization process. She wants me in a cast for 2 weeks at a time, come back to be examined and then re-casted (is that a verb?) again. This last time I asked if it would be the last cast and she said to not get my hopes up, but to bring my walking boot for my next appointment in 2 weeks.

SO SEND POSITIVE WALKING VIBES MY WAY, PEOPLE.

Laughing about: The bell one of my coworkers got for my scooter. I’d say it’s pretty spot on for me, eh? Plus, my brother and sister-in-law got me some sweet flowers and streamers to attach to my scoots.

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Mad about: Being lied to. Never feels good. Feels worse that the person who is lying 1) thinks it’s okay and 2) doesn’t think you know. Rise above it, Caroline. Riiiiiise above it. (Yes, this is the same thing as last month. Apparently, I’m like flypaper for liars.)

Curious about: This next month. Not only is it our busy season at work, one of our writers has resigned and well, it will hopefully be a smooth transition while we hire another one. Additionally, you know, I’m quite immobile, so everything takes me twice as long to do, including making lunch or dinner. And peeing. God peeing is the worst, hopping up and down on my good leg to pull my pants down. So mix in busy season, an added workload, stress and being limited to one leg…let’s just say I’m curious how it will end up.

I’m meditating in the mornings.

Also, drinking tequila at night.

 

How That Long Distance Marriage Thing Is Going

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The reactions to us announcing we’d be living apart while the hubster starts his ER Residency were somewhat varied. Some people were supportive and great. And some people left me thinking, “You know, people can be real aholes sometimes.”

Just about 3 months ago, the hubster left South Florida for the frozen tundra of Southeast Michigan. I won’t get into the details of that day. It was a blurry mess of ice cream, tears and lots of reality trash TV to keep my mind off of having just waved goodbye to my husband.

I’m asked about it a lot, so here we go.

How are we doing with living apart?

We’ve seen each other about once every 3 weeks. I’m flying there or he’s flying here. Flights haven’t been too obnoxiously priced just yet and we all know the thrill I get just flying for funzies, so I’m totally okay with it. Right now, though, we don’t have any flights planned until the beginning of November. <deep breath>

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I had to learn how to depend on myself from a very young age. The transition back to living alone wasn’t as frightening as everyone was trying to convince me it would be. I know I have a unique history, but being on my own wasn’t the scary part. Choking on a piece of steak and not having anyone to do the Heimlich on me, now THAT scares me more.

Med school prepared us well. I truly believe people either didn’t believe me when I said you have to be okay being alone when you have a med student spouse OR they truly don’t understand the grueling hours involved in becoming a doctor. Very often he’d be 10 feet away in his office, but utterly unavailable to have a normal conversation. Sort of like what we’re doing now.

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With his current schedule, I’d barely be seeing him. He was working night shifts there for awhile and we’d really have to figure out our phone calls. It basically was me talking to him for 15 minutes while I was leaving work and he was heading into work. If we lived with each other – I wouldn’t have seen him anyway.

Planning ahead prevents misunderstandings. We learned we needed to layout when we’d have our Facetime calls or phone calls ahead of time. This helps because his schedule can change week to week and I’m also type-A and want to scream when the phone rings just as I’ve sat down for the first time all day. (I swear I’m lovable.)

Creativity is key. We went to the movies together this weekend. 1,300 miles apart. We saw Sully. HIGHLY recommend it. You’ll be fist pumping, “America, F*ck yeah.” as you’re leaving.

We’ve had our moments. This past week, after especially unnecessarily mean things happened at work, not being able to exercise due to my ankle, a lack of response from someone I reached out to which has me feeling like crap, and quite frankly, coming home unable to just hug my husband, I had a meltdown. Full on, ugly-cry meltdown. The hubster listened and encouraged me. (And I was somewhat thankful he wasn’t witnessing it.) I’ve noticed when I’m feeling down, it stings more when he’s not here.

We’ve said we’ll do a check-in with each other every 6 months to see how it’s going and reassess anything if necessary. So far, so good.

I mean, you guys, I put something in the fridge and it’s in the same damn place when I go back! HELL YEAH!

Rock Those Lady Twins with Rock It Red

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I probably spend way more time than the average person thinking of synonyms for breasts. #copywriterproblems

Remember how I became a Race Ambassador for ENELL earlier this year? Remember how their sports bras allow me to run half marathons, bike, yoga and generally dance around the house without knocking myself out?

Yeah, that’s ENELL. Love their sports bras.

Well, exciting news. THEY HAVE A NEW COLOR!

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Boom.

Welcome to my life, Rock It Red. I know it’s early on in our relationship, but I love you. As a Race Ambassador, ENELL sent me one and I honestly should have recorded it when I opened the package.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” <pets it> “Prettyyyyyyy.”

It’s pretty enough to wear alone, but you don’t even have to go shirt-less to feel good in it. Plus, ENELL is offering 10% off for a limited time on this puppy.

Head on over to ENELL.com and use the code ROCKIT10 for 10% off and FREE shipping until 9/12!