Blue Bird of Happiness.
We drive. Friday night, after taking in the new Batman movie, we hopped in the car late at night and drove home to RI. (Late-night driving means less sleep but also means less traffic, and we'll take the latter, thanks.) Saturday morning had me at the beach with a few of my college roommates, then dinner out with family on Saturday night, then breakfast with Batman (my friend, not Christian Bale), then a cookout at my mother's house on Sunday afternoon.
It sounds like a lot of driving because it IS a lot. Chris and I try to connect with as many of our friends and family as possible when we come home on the weekends because we don't have the opportunity to see them for several weeks on end. Connecticut, though filled with career opportunities for us both, doesn't have much in the way of family. And lately, family and friends are something I've been missing tremendously.
I've hit a very rough patch, diabetes-management wise. My A1c came back the highest it's been in five and a half years, and I didn't take the increase with any grace at all. Even though I can attribute the rise to wedding chaos and honeymoon laziness, I still felt so disappointed. In addition to an elevated A1c, I've also been diagnosed with a disorder called Factor V Leiden, which can cause blood clots and has forced me to change some of my routine (read: birth control pills are now a no-no). Despite the fact that this disorder is unlikely to cause problems, it's still a new blip on my health radar and contributed to my feeling of "eh" last week. I was feeling overwhelmed with health concerns, frustrated with insurance issues for the Dexcom, and pretty damn grumpy. Crumbs Morrone ... er, Sparling. Crumbs Sparling.
I needed some time with friends and family this weekend, to help take the edge off a roughish week. And it worked. Yesterday afternoon, I was hanging out in my mother's yard, taking pictures of her garden. My mom is very whimsical and a little silly, and her yard is crammed with flowers and these strange little garden critters that she finds from the Christmas Tree Shop: small ceramic ducks, little turtles, and garden gnomes. It sounds like her lawn is littered with trash, but these creatures aren't just flung about haphazardly. They're carefully placed, hidden between hydrangea bushes and underneath rhododendrons. You have to look for them to find them.
I came across a big, fat, ceramic bluebird yesterday. It was in her front lawn and guarding an azalea bush.
"Bluebird of happiness!" My mother came by, checking out what I was photographing.
"I see that."
"Well? Doesn't it make you happy?"
I thought for a minute. I felt revitalized after being socially reconnected with my friend and family. I felt ready to make the medical changes necessary to accommodate the new condition and to take change of my diabetes management once more. I felt loved. Supported. Happy.
"It does, Mom. That fat bird totally makes me happy." She grinned at me.
Onward, right? All I can do is get over the bad news and move forward towards something better. Good health is one day at a time.