The start of November doesn’t feel like a month ago – it feels like a year ago. When you read about everything that has happened, you’ll understand why.
When I last updated you, we were leaving our camping spot outside of Palm Dessert. Needing a break from the sweat, sweat, and more sweat of camping in the dessert, we decided to treat ourselves to a 2-night stay at a motel in Palm Springs.
In Palm Springs we found a gem of a place called “Great Shakes” that makes dairy free milkshakes – I haven’t been on such a sugar high since my last DQ Ice Cream cake… but man oh man, was it good! The motel on the other hand… a little sketch. I know everyone talks about how great Palm Springs was, but to be totally honest we preferred Palm Dessert. Palm Dessert was filled with healthy food options, fancy stores filled with things I couldn’t afford, and +55 communities. It was just clean and nice – a refreshing place to stop each day while we were camping and stock up on food and water (and sometimes wifi).
Upon leaving Palm Springs, we were on a mission to deliver a plane across country to New York. Pay attention closely because this is where everything turns upside down.
It was in Palm Springs that I started noticing that I had a constant feeling of having something stuck in my throat. For the first couple of days I really didn’t give it much thought, and we hit the road without delay.
Over the next two days, things got much worse for me. My insides wretched, but stomach burned, my intestines twisted. I had a fever on and off and severe nausea. I could barely eat, and I wasn’t functioning well overall. Living on the road started to feel impossible. When you are on the road and adhering to a schedule, being sick freakin’ sucks. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I knew I needed some kind of medical intervention.
I had to go home.
It is easy to say it now but in the moment it was such a gut-wrenching decision for me (literally). I didn’t want to feel like a failure, but I also felt stuck between staying on the road in the condition I was in, or going to take care of myself.
It reminded me that in life, most things are not black and white. Decisions that matter are rarely easy, or necessarily even that one is better than the other. It’s just a decision between two paths.
Although in one way reluctant to make the decision, I did want to go home. When I am unwell, I want a comfy bed to lie in, my family, and the comforts of a home. It’s practically a human instinct.
What I thought would be sadness upon my return to Calgary was actually relief. There is something to be said about seeing things that are familiar. Seeing my family and their smiling faces warmed my heart. Being here again was actually…. nice.
Calgary has a lot to offer, but went unappreciated by me because I was so used to it here. This time was different. If only I were more able to enjoy it, but first: I had an important job to do. I needed to get back my health.
Ultimately suspecting that I was dealing with an ulcer, the next step in my journey was a doctor’s visit.
But you’ll have to wait until Part 2 to find out what he said – and why my health has been so challenging these past few weeks (I wish I could say it gets better…!)
Chat soon Strong Babes,