Friday, March 30, 2012

The Lost Week

To say that I’ve had a rough week is a DRASTIC understatement. I have been stretched thin – balled back up – and stretched again. And you know what, I’ve grown up. Last Friday I was a 28 year (almost 29 year) old girlie and today I am a grown ass woman.

I’ve gone days without real sleep, real food, or a real idea of what was going to happen to my father-in-law.

I’ve stood by my husband and used a straw to suck it up, even when I didn’t want to, so that I could be strong for him.

We’re not out of the woods yet, but we can see the light; it’s a faint light, but I honestly believe it’s there.

Thank you all so much for your prayers and kind thoughts, comments, and emails. Last Friday night we were told that Parrish's Dad most likely wouldn’t make it past the weekend; today we were told that his chest x-ray was improving and that he may make it off the ventilator tomorrow. Prayer works.

You know what else works?


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Sipped right away or packed in a mason jar and enjoyed the next day, this is currently my FAVORITE juice. Whether made with my own juicer or bought from the food co-op in Wilmington, I loves it. Loves it, Loves it.

There’s just something about celery, ginger, and lemon. Mmmm.

HOWEVER: Beet juice turns your pee purple. Just FYI.Winking smile

But these juices were the only way I was able to stay healthy this past week. New Hanover Regional isn’t exactly bursting with gluten free options in their “cafĂ©”.

I’m a HUGE stress eater. So every time I felt stressed I hopped over to Pinterest on my iPhone and tried to clear my mind. I also bought any magazine I wanted, which is a real treat for me.

Happy Friday friends! I’m back to work today; lots to do and little time!