7 more days

I wake up at 4 a.m. It’s ridiculously early, but it allows me a bit of writing and thinking time before delving into my day. And the reality is here that I only have to do it seven more times. Some of my friends are leaving Stitch Fix this week, one is done tomorrow. We are all human so some people leaving tomorrow I won’t miss, and many I’ll never talk to again.

Every job loss experience is different– and no matter how much warning you have or how prepared you think you are, it takes a toll.

People will offer advice, or enthusiastically recommend avenues of employment that won’t work. Some people begin to critique your finances, which isn’t any of their business, as they gently suggest maybe you shouldn’t have taken your daughter to the movies last week. (We saw Strays and the Barbie movie, because both have some significant statements on society’s behavior while maintaining humor and also, well, being a certain level of amusingly dumb.)

My daughter started college at Lafayette, and I wanted to celebrate this milestone with her, but we both have more commitments than time and sense. So to sit in the dark together and laugh seemed a good use of our time and money.

My doctor sent me a note that he’s concerned about my elevated cholesterol, total 183, “bad” cholesterol 107, which has me a tad perplexed because it’s been at this level for three years and we all know my diet needs work and has had some recent challenges, especially when I’ve used fast food to quickly raise my sodium levels.

I reviewed my food diary from this summer and there were only two instances all summer where my daily cholesterol was more than 200 mg/day, when the daily recommendation is under 300 mg/day. I think as I focus more on returning to a better weight, as I work to improve my mobility, this situation should improve. Probably more than half my diet is plant-based.

Speaking of health and mobility, Susquehanna Service Dogs sent me my paperwork for my six month check in. Everyone on the wait list must check in every six months.

Today I go to the gynecologist for my annual. Tomorrow I have my final check-in with my neurologist/phsyiatrist before losing my insurance. (We’re going to discuss my increased stiffness and recent reliance on my chiropractor and my urinary issues.) And Friday I visit my chiropractor.

I also received my first shipment of products through Amazon Vine. Amazon contacted me since I tend to leave reviews on the products I buy and offered to make me an official product tester. They asked me to test a purse organizer, which seems a strange product to offer, but The Teenager has put the item to work. We also received a pair of pet nail trimmers, which were very nice, and a bird toy which the cats loved but Nala is not so sure yet.

Almost two weeks later…

Please do not expect this blog entry to tell a smooth story or to make sense. I don’t even know what will flow out of my fingers as I type this now. I did not plan anything special for this post, nor did I intend to miss nearly two weeks of writing.

After mere days of tracking my sodium and “eating normally” as the dietician suggested, my constant lightheadedness and episodes of low blood pressure significantly decreased. My physiatrist (who is also a neurologist, you may recall) saw me last Thursday afternoon for my post incident follow-up. She’s excited about my approval for the service dog, sorry that I’m losing my job, has promised to buy Not an Able-Bodied White Man with Money, and she and her nurse both appreciate the way I advocate for myself and try to do as much as I can to improve my body and my health.

Speaking of which, tracking food had led me to discover that when “eating normally” I was only getting 1500-1800 mg of sodium AND drinking 100 ounces of water in the humid, hot warehouse. I can only imagine how little sodium I was eating while sticking to “heart-healthy,” “low sodium” choices. And it might explain why I really love me a bag of salty potato chips.

The physiatrist and I had a lovely conversation about B-vitamins, apparently she’s low and had to start getting B12 shots so I mentioned that I sprinkled nutritional yeast on everything. She googled it and she plans on buying a jar.

The teenager also asked me to organize her bookshelf, a calming activity that brings me much satisfaction.

In a future blog, I hope to write The Saga of the Quail, now that the birds have gone home and I can no longer get in trouble for illegally housing game birds in a residential area.

Somewhere in the last two weeks I deadlifted 120 lbs– which is three-quarters of my current body weight.

And the “tube” to the outdoor kennel the teenager built for the cats has been popular.

She even put a cat door leading from the porch to the kitchen so the cats have access 24/7. Touch of Grey, our foster with a hysterical and sometimes volatile personality, has made the back porch/mud room her new domain.

I had a mental health therapy appointment and will have a job coaching session next week. Speaking of which, we are having a Women’s Outbound meeting at work on Monday and everyone is having their break after regardless of whether we normally break at this time. I’m guessing Stitch Fix has either decided our official end dates or they will be announcing more information regarding when and how we will receive this information.

We had a massive pot luck yesterday at work for our team and another roster, and I ate so much food I didn’t eat again for 24 hours.