Well, folks, please forgive me for taking a day off from the blogosphere. I'll be honest when I say that crafting a post wasn't on the top of my priority list in the last several hours.
Yesterday, me and the pups stayed home. It was wonderful. I RARELY get to be by myself these days, and I'm a big lover of alone time. I just like quietness and time to decompress without other people around me. I guess I'm a loner in some ways.
The dogs are always a stress relief on cleaning days. I mean, just look at them? Don't your worries just melt away? Those two love each other with their whole hearts. It's precious.
Anyway, we spent our day of serenity and solitude by cleaning. You guys know that I clean stress away, and the house was in need of a pick-me-up, so it seemed like the likely solution. I think I overdid it. Okay, okay. I KNOW I overdid it. Sometimes I forget that I'm in treatment for cancer, praise the Lord, and I just try to pattern my life after the Energizer Bunny. Granted, it's not the best plan. Brian made me fully aware of that (and so did my body).
This morning, my severe headache woke me up at 5:00AM. Yesterday, I started trying to taper off of my steroids, per my doctor's orders. I quickly took my medicine and sat in the recliner for a bit. Until....
I felt the urge. You know the one, and I'm not going to be graphic, but it ended with my head hung over the toilet. Then, I ran my fingers through my tender hair, and a big 'ole clump hung in my hand. I didn't mean to, but I started crying.
I wasn't at my best. In fact, I was at one of my worsts. I felt AWFUL. My head was pounding to the point that I could barely walk, and I couldn't sleep. I was completely nauseous. AND, my hair was coming out in massive amounts.
So, I did what any woman would do. I woke my husband. "Brian, can you talk to me for a second?" I sobbed.
He immediately sat up with a start, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I told him of my struggles, and he immediately hugged me close and reassured me that it would be okay. Why is it that just the very rhythmic breathing pattern of the one you love can immediately set your heart straight? I don't know, but it did. Before I knew it, I was back asleep.
Then, when I woke up again I tried to make a smoothie, and the same horrendous feelings came over me. I thought, "I'm going to collapse right here and now!" I went back to bed and called the doctor's office. "I am 100% sure that you need to increase your steroid dose. The headaches and vomiting are just a result of swelling and inflammation. Take your steroid with food and call me back this afternoon if you aren't feeling better."
I thought, "Okay. Great. I can do that, except for I can't stand long enough to make a protein smoothie."
So, again, I called in the reinforcements. God is good. My mom works a literal minute away from my new home. She was here in no time to save the day for me. Mom's are like that. They'll drop everything for their kids, no matter how old they get.
Before long, after drinking my smoothie and taking my steroid, I was an entirely new woman. Crazy!
Now, I'm feeling pretty good. I've learned my lesson about doing too much. Rest, rest, rest. That's the motto.
Stay tuned for the tale of Lindsey's hair. My head is EXTREMELY tender and sore. And, I'm not being dramatic about it coming out in handfuls. So, we'll see what happens with that. But, I can honestly say that I've surrendered it to the Lord, and I'm rejoicing in His perfect care. A perk to no hair is the reduced getting ready time. And, I detest getting ready!
So, the moral of the story today is REST in Him! I think many women (me included) feel the need to go, go, go. And, I'm starting to realize that this is NOT God's plan for us. Matthew 6:31 is a wonderful verse to guide you through the hustle and bustle of the holidays.
And He said to them, "Come away by yourselves to a lonely place and rest a while." For there were many people coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat.