Weekend Retreat

I know it probably seems silly to go 45 minutes away from home for a retreat for a whole weekend to just scrapbook. But I normally do it twice a year and LOVE IT. I look forward to it all year. 
From a work perspective, it is an enormous amount of work and prep. I am very thankful that I do not have to deal with the hotel and contracts. This year, we are doing 2 retreats back to back. A former consultant had rented the hotel this weekend for several years and created her own retreat. However, she has decided to no longer do that, so in order to not loose the retreat weekend to another scrapbooking group, my group booked it. So I am doing 2 weekend retreats back to back. 
I will be super exhausted, and probably not able to move for a week. But I have scheduled my self a recoup day the day after. I am going to do something I have not done in YEARS, I am getting a hair cut! Its just a trim, but my Rapunzel look is driving me nuts. 
I need a day to relax too. 


Normally at the weekend retreats we have a few glasses of wine Sat evening. 
However, this time I am going to be a good girl and focus super hard on getting the book I am working on done. I need to move on. I have been doing the same thing for too long now. 


Countdown until Noon today, so that I can leave for my retreat!

Day 25

I am on Day 25 of the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I will say it has been a little easier than I thought it would be. But it is still hard. It is ridiculously hard to go and open my fridge and not be able to open a bottle. However, I have learned that if I really want to torture myself, then I need to give up Diet Coke. Diet Coke has been my crutch to deal with cutting the alcohol completely out of my life. 


For about 2-3 weeks I have been dealing with this terrible abdominal pain. 
Recently I had ultrasounds and other tests. My doctor then sends me a letter describing the cyst on my ovary they saw on the ultrasounds, but tells me not to worry and come back in 2 months. Needless to say, I have an appt for monday, and I am in the process of finding a new primary doctor. I have found a new OBGYN. But I have not found a PCP yet. I am just really really tired of driving as far as I do to get the total run around from this practice. 


I am hoping that the new practice will get this stupid thing out of me even f it means surgery. 

Coming Home ...

I love it when I get those surprise "I'm on the way home" phone calls.