Monday, April 18, 2011

Don’t stinkin’ worry!

It has been a week since I posted. One whole week filled with lots of...LIFE.

I had my last dose of Lupron last Monday, thank the Lord! I spent most of Monday and Tuesday in bed, just sleeping. I don’t know if it’s all mental, but I feel like my body gets hit by a Mac-truck in the days immediately following the poison Lupron shots. I just get so tired! 

Wednesday I woke up feeling decent so I went for a run. A nice, long 11 mile run. S suggested it so I thought it sounded great, but to be honest, it completely wore me out. I was no good for the next couple of days. 

Friday afternoon, I headed to Oklahoma with the worship team at church for a retreat/training weekend. I was still exhausted. Everything in me begged for sleep. In between our teaching sessions, I would nap. At night, I would be the first one to hit the bed. I didn’t realize how tired this stuff made me until I was surrounded by a lot of other people constantly. Someone in the group asked me if I always slept this much. Of course I don’t, but I just shrugged my shoulders in response. 

Sunday I felt better. I ventured out on a bike ride with S and a few others. A 2 1/2 hour bike ride in the windy weather. I survived. I did better than survive. I made it through without exhausting myself. Ohhhhhh, finally, the first week of my last round of this dreaded drug has passed! 

I can’t wait until it is completely out of my system, but at the same time I’m a little scared. I’m finally feeling better--pain free! I’m just nervous about the endo and what it may be like when the estrogen production is up and rolling again. 

But one day at a time, right? 

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. 
Each day has enough trouble of its own” 
~Matthew 6:34

Enough boring, tired talk. 

S is hot, sweet, and a ton of fun. It’s no wonder that I haven’t posted in a week. The man definitely fills a big portion of my week. I really like him a lot. Maybe too much. It’s always too much. 

I like the way we can go bike and run for hours together...and I don’t have to beg him to go with me...since he loves to do it on his own anyway. I like how comfortable I am around him. The way I can fall on my face or make a fool of myself and laugh it off without dying of embarrassment. I like his smirks--the way he semi-laughs at things I don’t understand even when it drives me crazy. I like how he encourages me sooooooooo much. The man tells me how I’m amazing--which I think is clearly insane to think--but he definitely boosts my self-confidence.

I look at him too. 

And breathe. 

Just breathe, chill, and relax. 

I could hang out with this man and have fun doing nothing. Yes, bike rides, runs, kisses, and all that jazz make it even better. 

I keep waiting for the end to come. The moment it all gets complicated and ridiculous. I’d rather it just stay like this. Stay simple. 

Nice, easy, and simple. 


  1. Yay for that last dose of nasty Lupron!

  2. Hooray to the last shot of evil Lupron! And yay! to the cute boy :)

  3. This totally warms my heart... You so deserve a guy like him my dear!