Hello my friends! I know I’ve been neglecting you and for that I’m sorry. The funny thing is, during the summer I mostly felt crappy, and therefore didn’t feel like blogging. And then so far this fall semester I’ve been feeling pretty great, and so haven’t really felt like blogging…

But here I am. Back again. Like I said, so far this semester I’ve been feeling so good! I’ve only had one sinus infection and one cold; cold bugs have been flying around school like crazy, but miraculously, I’ve escaped them for the most part. In addition to regular school stuff, I’ve been able to walk and/or do yoga consistently for the last 2.5 months, and I’m working towards starting a run/walk program here in a couple months. My goal is to be able to jog a mile straight by my birthday–a very modest goal, but its something I haven’t been able to do since I was a brand-new 19-year-old–just before I got sick.

This semester I also (reluctantly) agreed to be the French tutor. I didn’t know how I’d be able to do it–I was afraid I’d have to cancel all the time and it’d be too much for me, etc. That’s another little miracle I’ve seen this semester: I’ve only had to cancel tutoring once. Once! And I’ve even moved from once a week to twice a week. Still, very, very modest hours (3 per week), but sometimes it feels like a lot all the same. But I’ve been blessed to be able to do it.

Now I don’t think I’ll be getting any awards for “greatest tutor” or anything–tutoring, like almost anything that includes human interaction, doesn’t exactly come naturally to me. Like the other night I had three students from French 1 and one from French 3 come in all at the same time, and I felt totally overwhelmed. But, in a way, I do feel that living with my nieces has prepared me somewhat for those kinds of situations–four students all wanting their own questions answered, etc. at the same time is kind of like having two to three toddlers talking to you and pulling on your finger, your pants, your arm. Someone wants a sippy cup refill, someone wants to show you something; someone wants to go over the homework, someone wants practice questions for the quiz…. You get the idea. The students are generally quieter and more patient though.

That’s part of what I wanted to write about today. The beauty, the blessings, the little miracles that have filled me to the bursting the last couple months. But strange as it may seem, I also wanted to write about ulcers–peptic ulcers, to be specific.

Ulcers are mainly what made me miserable this past summer–the ulcers themselves first, then the medicines to treat them and of course the avoidance of all NSAIDs–which enraged my migraines. Basically, my stomach stopped trying to kill me, but then my head took up the cause. But then my body adjusted, my ulcers seemed to heal, I was able to go off PPIs for a while–everything was awesome! Until about eh, a week or so ago. I started waking up in the night again with that feeling of a hole being burned in my stomach, and then it evolved from simple burning to straight-up knife-in-the-gut stabbing. And then my stomach started bothering me during the day as well as during the night. A couple days ago I finally admitted defeat and started back on the PPIs–but unlike in the summer, when they gave me almost instant relief, they don’t seem to be helping as much.

Basically my digestive system is very angry with me. And I’m not looking forward to going back to the doctor’s and starting the cycle again–the appointments, the tests, the “let’s try this” and “lets try that.” But I know I need to go, and so I will.

I get so tired of doctor’s appointments.

But let’s not end on that note… Let’s see…. A happy note to end on. Falls out here in the Blue Ridge Mountains are GORGEOUS. Seriously, it’s like living in a painting–the thousands of trees and their millions of leaves each a unique hue of yellow, orange or red. And then they fall off and dry out and make that amazing CRUNCH when you step on them. And the air gets crisp, but not to the point where it stings yet.

Yes. I think that’s a good spot to end.