Oh Winter Break...

Two weeks off from anything sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Let me assure you that when you're living away from nearly all your family and friends, it's not enough time to catch up with everyone and keep your sanity.

I managed to squeeze in doctor's appointments this break. Let me just tell you, my appointment to find out about the numbness in my hands and feet didn't really go as expected. I possibly have a rare autoimmune disorder. Not a big deal as really all it does is what's already happening and there's nothing to do for it, so all that really comes out of that diagnosis is the ability to say I have a disorder. Then my bloodwork came back. I'm going to be 25 in 4 months and apparently I have high 'bad' cholesterol. YIPPIE! Now, here's the supposed consolation: It's not my fault. It's genetic. Well great! I mean, kinda. I'm a person who likes to fix things and this news means that I can't. I have no control over it. I mean, yes I should still eat healthy and workout. But I mostly do that already. So I was a little annoyed at this. I feel like I have all the shame but none of the ability to fix it.
Because of this news, I had to journey to another new doctor's office to have my pulse taken from both my arms and ankles. The doctor left me a message on New Years Eve letting me know that I will need to have further testing done this next week because the exam showed a decreased blood flow to my feet.

So now, as I sit here in my apartment, with very cold feet hidden under a sheepskin and snuggled inside wool socks, I contemplate a heating pad and look forward to finding out if there is a remedy to this foot issue. Funny how it didn't seem like a big deal a few weeks ago. My fingers are cold too, but at least the laptop is warm.

My two weeks at home also revealed a new aspect of adulthood: the inability to be a guest in your parent's house for very long. It's not that my parents are any different than they used to be. It's just that it seems strange now. I look around and nothing is really mine...I mean that I don't feel like I've come 'home' for break, but rather that I'm 'visiting'. It's kinda strange. My car was in the shop for a week and so I drove my parents' cars while home. That added to the strange misplaced feeling. I had grown quite accustomed to coming and going without much thought to it. Now I was once again asking my parents if I could borrow their cars.

I in no way am ungrateful to be able to stay with my parents over break and to be able to use one of their cars. Rather it just left me feeling very odd and out of place.

Well, the demons in my laptop are attempting to use dial-up and I'm unsure why. It's called wireless little demons! I've never used dial-up on this machine. Such strange beasts in this machine. To save my pretty sony from a death assisted by a wall, I'm going to post and log-off. Damn you demons!