It’s funny – a friend mentioned that I see to have regular trouble with my name like this, but also that I seem to be the one constant in every single scenario. So it’s very likely my own pronunciation or diction causing this.
I like this photo because it captures a lot of what we do, when we arrive home. Which is namely: pausing at the sidewalk, and looking at all the flowers that have started to bloom.
Today is my actual birthday, and I’ve lingered on the day more than I did last year (when I turned 40). I don’t think I ever really came to grips with that particular milestone, and may have successfully just buried those thoughts/feelings for some time. It feels like all the anxieties of hitting 40 are just now starting to bubble up.
I don’t have as many reflections on accuracy and understanding as the last time. I just found this version kind if silly and funny. I didn’t notice it until hours later, but it seems that whoever wrote my name down tried to dot the “h.” Hysterical.
I learned that the numbness is normal, and usually takes a long time to recover. The cyst (which is what I have) was impacting the nerve endings in the roof of my mouth – and at times, it can stretch the area. In some cases, numbness goes away after 2 weeks or so. But if the nerve endings end up dying as a result of being stretched, it takes longer for them to grow back. The rate Dr. Powell told me was something in the area of 1mm per day.
While I was waiting to get my second round of prescriptions at the pharmacy, I spotted a sign that they require identification from anyone under 40. My first reaction was: wow, that’s super old. And then a split second later, I had the stark realization that waitaminute, I’m 40 years old.
But it’s a weird feeling I have now. I have extra time, and what seems like extra brain cycles that aren’t being utilized. I’ve tried relaxing a bit – watching a few movies here and there. I’ve been playing Hearthstone more lately. But despite my wanting to take a break, I’m feeling… itchy. Impatient. I feel like I’m sitting still, and I don’t like it.
This “developmental cyst” that I have (and its subsequent infection) has really put me out of commission the last few days. I’ve been unable to concentrate, and mostly unable to even relax. The pain/discomfort is ever-present, and only in a few instances has it abated enough to where I could really focus on something besides the discomfort.
Though Dr. Heath had some suspicious as to what this might be, he told me that none of the potential causes was “frightening.” Which is good, because in my head I was concocting up a whole slew of possible things (and all of them were frightening).
Liz rubbed my neck and back a little bit, and I just let it be. The next day, the issue seemed to continue – and wasn’t any better. In fact, the back of my neck was very tender (and hot) to the touch. Taking a shower this morning seemed to help, but it was about the same all day.
To celebrate the occasion, I’m including 5 photos of us together at various points in time – some from when we were dating, some of our wedding, and some from where we are now. The nice thing about running a daily blog for so many years is that you kind of build up an archive, almost without trying.
We were hoping to ignore the back yard until the winter came, letting the cold and snow take care of everything for us. But we’ve heard rumblings from neighbors as to the state of the back yard, so we’ve decided to bubble it a little higher on our task list.
After hearing Saya talk at the last 20×2 Chicago event, I was inspired to start up my own “speaking” page. I liked how she decided to announce her intentions by creating a page specifically about her speaking at events… and got to thinking that that’s something I’d like to try as well.
We tried to start it up a few weeks ago, but the battery was dead. So we brought it back home with us, charged it up, and waited for a warm day where we could drive it back down South. After getting it up and running, Liz followed behind me as we snaked our way downtown, and eventually on to Lake Shore Drive.