I am now the "proud" owner of rather disturbing pictures of my internal workings. Still no closer to an explanation for all this fatigue and anemia, but I'm hopeful that in a week or so, the mystery will be solved. Meanwhile, I'm learning the hard way that medical compliance is no easy task (rather ironic, since we're in the midst of designing a new study to explore adherence issues in peds oncology). I'm diligently taking my iron supplements, but refusing the Centrum until I can find a vitamin that meets my own approval. In Seattle, I followed the "no running" rule because we were walking a million miles a day, but yesterday, got back on the road. It was a sad excuse for a run, but I have to start training again. August is fast approaching and I am behind schedule...
This week was crazy and my ability to regulate emotions went out the window. I've been working too many nights, which I usually don't mind. We have a great team- I'm lucky to work with people whose company I enjoy. I realized last night, in the midst of preparing a veggie feast (lentil/brown rice cakes, roasted cauliflower & broccoli, and steamed artichokes with roasted red bell pepper dipping sauce), that it's the lack of cooking that has me stressed. I like to have control over my food- I've gotten to the point that I hate eating out (although Seattle restaurants almost changed my mind on that front). There's also something therapeutic in the preparation- the chopping, measuring, following steps, improvising- that all results in a concrete, hopefully tasty, final product. With my mental health in mind, I've joined The Daring Kitchen. My sporadic posts will now be interspersed with photos of my culinary adventures. More than anything, it's to remind myself to take risks and take time.
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