Quitter Conference #3

Written by jamie on September 24th, 2012

I am a Quitter Conference Veteran. I wrote about my other conference experiences here and here. I like to call myself a Quitter conference “junkie.” I just can’t get enough. They inspire, encourage, and challenge me.

I am working toward a dream of music and writing. I have no idea what the end goal is, but I’m working a little every day on these goals, hoping at some point that it will become clear. This third conference gave me some new “big picture” ideas about my dream. I have no idea how to get to those big picture goals, but it was nice to have some sort of end goal in my brain. I’m not ready to share these goals yet, because I think I need to let them marinate in my brain a bit before putting them out there. Hopefully with time I’ll be ready to share them.

My head was swimming once again with all the information I obtained at this conference. I’m still processing and sorting it all out. So, the best way I know to share what I got out of it is with bullet points.

  • You need to know you’re not crazy. That is one of the beautiful things about Quitter, is being amongst a group of fellow dreamers. It’s nice to get some validation that it’s okay to dream. I’m not alone, and that’s a relief.
  • Your dream will not be perfect. It will be messy. I am so learning this on my journey. I get so frustrated when the pieces of my dream don’t fit together all neat.
  • Fear tries to hand you an apathy shield. Apathy numbs you from hurt and hope. This whole thing is pretty hard, and putting myself and my work out there is scary. I’m bad about apathy, pretending like I don’t care, but it will numb you from all feelings good and bad.
  • It’s okay to experiment and not be perfect. When I write songs, I want them to be all inspiring and amazing. But I’m just getting started, and most of my songs are going to be three chords with a simple melody and will probably all sound the same. And that’s okay.
  • Your day starts the night before. If I’m going to get up early and write, I need to get ready the night before. Plan out what I’m going to work on (if I don’t, I’m totally aimless in the morning) and get a good night’s sleep so I’m not cursing myself when the alarm goes off.
  • Your dream is not for you. You’re a caretaker for it. One of the big things I got out of this conference is that I want my dream to be bigger than me. I don’t want to write songs just so I can make money (although a bit of income from that would be fabulous), I want to help people.

It’s Monday morning, and it’s hard to get back into the daily grind after such an inspiring weekend. But I still got myself up early, and I’m doing the work I know I need to do. It’s not easy, but I feel like the end result will be worth it.

 

Oh prednisone, how I hate you

Written by jamie on July 12th, 2012

Only three more doses of prednisone, and quite frankly, I can’t wait to be done. This stuff is some nasty stuff. I am tired of being:

  • Thirsty. I want to drink about three gallons of water a day.
  • Hungry. It’s especially frustrating when food choices are limited.
  • Moody. It’s like PMS on a severe rampage.

And honestly, I don’t think it’s helping. I’m waiting until the meds are completely finished, but at this point, still no significant improvement. In fact, yesterday my ear started feeling worse again.

I decided to take the morning off of work today to give my body some much needed rest time. Sometimes you can only take so much.

 

Adventures in dietary restrictions

Written by jamie on July 10th, 2012

So… I’m now one of those people. The kind that when offered a piece of homemade something or other, declines and replies, “I’m gluten free!” Almost like they’re better than you.

Okay, so these people really aren’t like that. (Well, I’ve run into some…) Most people that are gluten free aren’t doing it for fun or fad, they’re doing it because they’re tired of feeling bad and trying to make a difference.  I’m one of those people.

When my ENT suggested I try gluten free on top of the dairy free I’m already trying, I inwardly groaned, but knew I was going to do it anyway. Desperate times call for desperate measures. If there is a chance that this could help my ear, I’m all for it.

Luckily, I have some close friends that have been doing gluten free for awhile, and they’ve got my back. They’ve offered to come with me to the grocery store and point out what products are good and what products are not. Because they’ve worked their way through the brick like substances, they’re anxious to help me save time and money. I’m glad for the help.

When doing the initial research on gluten free, it’s easy to become way discouraged and think, “I can’t eat anything! I give up!” before even starting. I’m trying to take a positive approach and focus on all the good things I CAN eat.

  • fresh fruits and veggies
  • meats
  • rice and potatoes
  • COFFEE! (as long as I can still have this, I will survive.)

Last night for dinner, Drew and I made shrimp tacos that were yummy. I loaded on extra avocado and cilantro to make up for the cheese and sour cream I couldn’t pile on.

This whole thing takes a lot of prep work. In addition to making breakfast and dinner, I also have to make sure I have lunch prepared. I get free lunch at work, which is lovely, but I can almost guarantee that nothing I would be served would be dairy and gluten free. So I’m packing up loads of stuff that will hold me over at work (especially while I’m on prednisone and always eating something).

Grocery shopping is more time consuming, as I have to read EVERY STINKING LABEL. But I’m becoming more aware of what is in certain foods, and honestly, I’ve felt convicted to stop eating so much processed crap for awhile. I’ve just been too cheap to do anything about it. Now’s my chance.

I’ve experimented with a couple recipes in the last week, one that was inadvertently gluten free (I made it for the Fourth of July, before I was officially on the gluten free path) and another that I intentionally made gluten free. Both were pinterest recipes and both were a hit.

This is the one I made for the Fourth, and I intend to make another batch this week, as I think it will be good for lunch. It was a huge hit by everyone who had it. It makes a bunch, so I’m going to make a half batch, which will still probably last me all week.

This is the one I made after becoming gluten free. I wanted a breakfast option, and this sounded good. They turned out great, and it made a ton, so I froze a bunch for later. I did have to spend about $7 on a package of gluten free oatmeal, which sucked. Oh well. All part of it.

I tried this one this weekend, just out of curiosity. I love the green smoothies you buy in the store and decided to try my own. It wasn’t bad. I might tweak it a bit, but it was kinda yummy.

Bear with me if I turn down the delicious cupcakes you slaved over. It’s not that I don’t want one. Trust me.

 

 

My stupid ear

Written by jamie on July 10th, 2012

I’ve complained and whined and complained some more about an ear issue that’s been bugging me for a LOOOONG time. My left ear, for over a year now, has felt like it has fluid stuck inside. I’ve had it checked countless times, had blood tests, CT scans, x-rays, all to show… nothing. Every test comes back perfectly normal.

I’ve tried everything, and I mean everything for this stupid thing. I took a dietary supplement for three months that’s supposed to help regulate inner ear circulation, with no astonishing results. Antihistamines did nothing. For the last two months, I’ve been attempting dairy free, to see if that might help alleviate some of the mucus going on in my head. It’s helped a bit with head pressure and some dizziness that comes with it all, so that’s a start. But the ear thing remains.

Last week, I returned to the ENT, at the direction of my doctor, who is scratching her head at all this. I was hesitant, as I’d gone to the ENT last year for the same problem and felt that I wasn’t really listened to. He checked it quickly, handed me a pamphlet about some jaw disorder, and basically rushed me out of the office. I wasn’t eager to return, but my doctor felt that it might be time for an endoscope, and sent me back.

I think I caught the ENT on a bad day last year, as this visit was completely different. He sat down, looked me straight in the eye, and listened to all my symptoms and problems. Drew was there with me, so he backed me up and offered a few things that I forgot (sometimes he really does know me better than myself.) There was no need for an endoscope (phew). He heard all the symptoms and immediately called it, “Eustachian tube dysfunction.” It was a relief to hear a name put to it, in all honesty. At least I know what it is now. Apparently it’s pretty common.

His options were:

  1. Wait it out. It will usually clear up on it’s own. I told him I felt like I had given it enough time, and he agreed.
  2. Try a steroid. This can often help “regulate” the pressure or something. I don’t really know exactly what it does, but I’m willing to try anything.
  3. If steroids don’t help, I can have tubes put in. Oh joy.

I mentioned the dairy free thing I had been trying, and he agreed that was a good plan of action. He said that it was likely that this might have been caused by an allergy. He said it would be good for me to try gluten free as well. I’ll share about that in the next post.

So I’m on steroids now, hoping and praying that they’ll do something for this. They warned me that prednisone might make me a bit moody, and that I’d probably want to eat the side of a house. Sure enough, three days in, I woke up with what felt like extreme PMS. Poor Drew asked if he had done something. I hugged him and told him I was blaming the drugs. I really felt like I could rip someone’s face off yesterday. Scary.

And yes, I have wanted to eat the side of a house. Which is frustrating, being on strict dietary restrictions. I want to tear the pantry apart, but I can’t eat half of what’s in there. And I’ve been really thirsty. I think I filled my Nalgene up four times yesterday.

My sister’s dog has been taking prednisone for a couple years now, and I totally have sympathy for her. She never was a beggar. Now, on prednisone, she’s always hanging out in the kitchen, waiting for handouts, or standing by her bowl, trying to convince someone she hasn’t been fed yet. I feel ya, Lacey, I feel ya.

So I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this stupid drug will actually do some good.