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Outer Banks, NCHi nice people.

My scattered is brain right now because I’m working and trying to get ready for a nine day vacation to the Outer Banks of North Carolina where Shawn and the boys and I will stay with extended family, some of whom we haven’t seen in 15 years. So please excuse me for writing in bullet points, as I’m in list-making mode and seemingly incapable of connecting thoughts.

  • Last Saturday I ran the 5k Bozeman Classic race. I wanted to beat my time from the last time I ran it, seven years ago. I’ve been thinking about how at some point every aging athlete has to come to grips with the fact that they can no longer do what they used to, even with effort and training. Luckily, I don’t think I’m there quite yet. I started the race with the goal of hitting each mile split in 7 minutes and 30 seconds. Last time I ran the race I did it in 23:44. When I hit the 2-mile mark under 15 minutes I thought, Hashimoto’s you can kiss my ass! I crossed the finish line in 23:04, which while not fast enough to place me top three in my age group, still felt really good. Also, I might be watching too much of the Olympics.
  • Speaking of Hashimoto’s, have I mentioned I’ve been losing my hair? I like my hair. I really don’t want to lose very much of it. Here’s what the info. with my piggy pills — which, by the way, do not taste even a tiny bit like bacon (HELLO makers of Nature Throid) — says about it: “Hair loss may occur during the first few months of treatment. This effect is usually (!) temporary as your body adjusts to the medication...Remember your doctor has prescribed this medication because he or she has judged that the benefit to your health is greater than the side effects.” Which I read as, Cowboy Up, girlfriend. Then Shawn showed me this article about this radiant young woman on the British cycling team, who has alopecia, meaning, her body forms antibodies that attack her hair follicles. Joanna Roswell with her teammates after winning an Olympic gold medal in cycling. Photo by www.grahamwatson.com.Anyway, seeing her calmed my fears about losing my hair, and autoimmunity in general. To me her message is that we all get to choose who we want to be in this world, despite the hand we are dealt or the situation we are in. We all get to choose empowerment or victimhood, joy or despair. Thank you Joanna Roswell for being your brave, badass self and for being way more than your hair.
  • I’m trying to figure out tangible ways to control stress, as that plays a role in autoimmune flare-ups. (Ways that don’t cost a lot of money.) Last weekend Shawn announced he was taking a nap — it might have been an invitation of sorts — and I told him that I was either going to go run in the 95-degree heat, or start packing. It was 4 p.m. I was exhausted and am generally unwilling to admit such a thing except for the fact that I've been learning more about the stress/autoimmune connection. Would it be so blasphemous to lay down for an hour with a book and just see if I felt nappy? So I did and I ZONKED OUT. Forty-five minutes later, I felt fabulous. Why is slowing down so hard for me? Are there things you do that work to quiet your mind and take care of your body?
  • It’s hard to leave my garden during harvest time. Also, I hate leaving Angus. Angus is just a dog. Still.
  • It’s been a while since I’ve mentioned Oldest Son, who is having himself quite the adventure in the wilds of Alaska. He’s working harder than ever has before, but he’s also taking rides in bush planes, catching big fish, spotting animals like bear and moose (he recently saw a small bear swimming within 10 feet of his fishing boat) and generally becoming a man. He’s also just informed me that he’s moving out with friends as soon as he gets home, and has made a deposit on his first apartment. “But…But…You could always live at home for a few weeks and take some time to figure out who you want to live with,” I told him on the phone. Does one miss their newly-independent children more when they’re in Alaska, or when they live in the same town and don’t come around enough? I’ll report back on that one.Oldest Son said reeling this salmon in felt like trying to pull a car into the boat.
  • I don’t know what else. I’ll be back in a few weeks with sand in my toes and photos to share. And I promise this won’t become the Hashimoto’s blog. That would bore us all.

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Oldest Son = Youngest Man.

Have a great time in the Outer Banks! Nap early and often (which is my motto, as FavAuntie can attest).

August 9, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterBrotherJohn

There's the spirit! Hashimoto's, why don't you just kiss ALL of our asses? C'mon, readers, how about all of us bend over with Megan for a nice, symbolic gesture to get this diagnosis in its proper perspective!

Like BroJohn says, too. Early and often. Nice perspective. If he hires out as a personal consultant, I'd like to be on his call list.

Regarding stress and why some of us are determined to overachieve instead of rest, see if there's room in your suit satchel for that fat yellow book from Ruby's bookshelf. Cant hurt; might enlighten.

Regarding the hair loss, seems to me the operative word in their propaganda is Temporary. The word Usually is a CYA word they have to put in. How many of us out there in Thyroid Pill Land are bald? Really.

And kids with their own apartments? Can be a glorious adventure. Especially when they ASK for recipes, ASK for advice, stuff like that. Your loss of extra laundry and housekeeping (you'll miss all that: right?) is easily offset by the ego-inflating joy of offering SOLICITED advice and info for a change.

Have a ball out there, and remember: eat crab. Eat lots and eat often.

August 9, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterNice Lady with Dog

BroJohn is a champion napper. Even after a double espresso. Bastard. Tho I rarely nap, I am inherently lazy and have zero problems laying about on the sofa to read on a weekend afternoon. So stop stressin' sista!

NLwD is SO spot on. I forgot you'll be in blue crab territory. Steam up a bushel and enjoy the goodness. Yum.

Oldest son is an adult. <sniff sniff> However, just because he'll be in his own apartment doesn't mean you'll never see him. Where else will he do laundry? Or get a decent meal?

August 9, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterFaveAuntie

Oh, I kinda forgot one important thing about kids and apartments. When they're asking for stuff, usually MONEY is first on their list, or at least the main thing they're leading up to. Nice to have a policy and announce it early and often (do we see a trend here? Thanks, BroJohn). I'd say from experience that clarity and consistency would be your best tools here.

Y'know, my advice sounds so good to me. Why the hell have I not taken it? Maybe it sounds smart because I learned it the really hard way, over many years.

August 9, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterNice Lady with Dog

I don't do it often but I find a 15 minute power nap is great. I agree with FaveAuntie, curl up on the sofa with a good book or in your case, dig your toes in the sand and relax. And speaking of FaveAuntie, I do remember seeing her at the house on some Sunday afternoons with a laundry bag.

August 10, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterBig Fan in Md.

Have fun in the outer banks. Somehow it is easier to put all that stress in perspective when you go somewhere completely different and start thinking. Gosh, the world is a lot bigger than my goals-work-ego- whatever-it-is-that-is-cooking-up-stress. It helps if that completely different place comes with a lot of sand and surf and crab legs! Enjoy!

August 12, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterPooknelle

I haven't told you recently enough, even though I just saw you in the library, how awesome I think you are, how brave, and honest. you are a writing hero. I come in after months of absence and its like this ongoing narrator that I just want to sit with, and....listen. I bet the outerbanks were superb. we want stories... and will oldest son come for sunday dinner? I always wanted a family sunday dinner, even if was just a laundry day, football, make yer own sandwich. sounds cozy, dudn't it?

August 29, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterchristy

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