Sunday, March 1, 2015
A Snowday Ramble: Life Update
It's Saturday night and I am snuggled in bed, the outside covered in snow and little Pinecone asleep on the pillow next to me. The weather has been crazy here in TN; Jelly's school has been cancelled like 6 out of the last 10 school days, with 2 hour delays on the other days. When I went to school here we had ONE SNOW DAY in the entire time I lived here. 7 years and only one snow day. It's been crazy! She is such a lucky girl; I would have loved to have more snow days!
My family went to Orlando over the weekend to visit the new Harry Potter park (which btw, #jealous. Harry Potter is my jam) but I was unable to go because of my back. I'm sure I don't have to tell you guys how sad that made me, not only because it would have been a fun trip, but also because it was family memories that I wasn't able to be a part of. An impromptu road trip down to Florida last minute? That never happens, and I couldn't go.
In an effort to create my own memories and not sulk, my Aunt Betsy drove up from Birmingham, AL to stay with me, and got me absolutely hooked on the TV show Revenge. We were snowed in the house so there was nothing for us to do but watch TV in our PJs and gossip. We really did have the best time, and it felt like my childhood. When I was a little girl I would go and spend a few weeks with Betsy every summer, and it was seriously like that all over again, except with wine and Revenge instead of nail polish and Chuck E. Cheese.
You know, if I'm being honest with you, back when I broke my back I really didn't realize just how bad it was going to be. I assumed I would be kinda down and healing through the holidays but still fully intended to go on tour with Alex on January 15th around Europe. In fact, I held out hope that I would be healed enough for the tour until about a week before it, when I realized... girl, there is just no way. There is NO. WAY. I mean, at the time I wasn't really able to get out of bed except for 10 mins every hour, and even then I was only supposed to like... walk to the kitchen. Or shower. Not tour Europe.
I would never have believed it would have taken this long to heal but even now, 4 months of healing and 5 weeks of physical therapy later, I am only able to walk 25 mins on the treadmill before having to stop. The old runner in me is saying, "really?!" but I think that just shows how bad this thing has been. I'm sure you guys don't quite believe it, I don't quite believe it, but it is what it is. It's been hell.
This weekend Alex is coming to TN to help me move back to LA, which I think will be really good for me. I have been so homesick for LA and I think that being there will help me get back to normal. I'm a big believer in healing being just as much mental as physical, and I know I won't be back to normal until I am back in my own environment and home. For those of you waiting on me to get back to doing videos, I hope to start making them immediately after getting back to LA.
That's all I really wanted to say, I just wanted to update you guys and basically say, yes, I am alive, but this has been the hardest thing I have ever gone through and I am still not back to normal. I can't wait until I am.