Holy geez. I feel like a horrible blog owner (think of it in terms of a pet owner)! It has been far too long since I have posted. In my defense, a family emergency, moving across the country, no internet connection and other things have made it difficult over the last 2 months. That is still no excuse. Now that I have found a stable WiFi connection and have settled into my new city, I will type all of the posts I have been meaning to and give a recap of my ride and the recital.
Thanks for your patience!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Let The Journey Begin!
Day one of my 2nd Annual Riding for a Reason cycling tour begins tomorrow!!!
I am so excited to start my journey tomorrow. My biggest hope is that my knee will allow me to finish. My second largest hope is that you all will help by donating to any of the three causes (Melanoma, Diabetes, or Heart Disease Research) via the button to the right ==========>
or by attending the recital in Montello, WI on 8/31 at 6 PM. You can also help me make the journey a possibility by donating toward my food & housing fund too through the same button--just leave a note as to which cause you would like to donate to.
How can I explain how incredible it is to have the opportunity to be on my bicycle for 19 days? It is so phenomenal that I am physically capable (for the most part) to do this trip, and even more so that I can do it to help out others from my hometown and throughout the world. Raising awareness and funds to donate toward medical research (this year's causes) is something I never thought I would be able, or want..., to do. Growing up & maturing have their surprises, I guess :)
The sheer mental and physical release while watching the pavement or trail go by at 10 mph is immeasurable, especially when it is for an extended period of time... not just hours, but days, weeks, months, or even years. Eventually, I would like to do more inter-continental rides, but, for now I will be satiated by the shorter, cross-state rides :) Just as the rides get longer, the causes will get bigger. I will build this monstrosity that is goodwill and selflessness and hope that it consumes all that it touches.
Help me to help others. Donate to the causes or to my food & housing fund today!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Revamp of Tour and Life
As I packed up my apartment in Baltimore, I had a semi epiphany: I was going to be giving my recital and whatnot in WI, why not--to preserve what is left of my knee, and if something does happen, pertaining to my knee--move my cycling trip to WI rather than chancing having my knee give out in upstate NY, Canada, MI, etc.? (That was a great example of a run-on sentence!) So, that being said, I redid my trip to involve a car road trip to WI, and then my cycling trip could involve the perimeter of WI. This repositioning of the trip served many purposes. Not only was I going to be showing my WI pride by cycling around the state I was born and raised in, but now I was also going to be learning more about this beautiful state by traveling it at 10-12 miles an hour, and also staying with a few CS hosts along the way. Not to mention, I would also be learning more about myself along the way, which is always the best part of the trip.
When you live in any area for more than a month, you accumulate stuff (I am using that term loosely). After living in Baltimore for two years, I had some extra "stuff". I sold two of my old bicycle frames, a mini fridge (which I had brought with me to MD, and it came in hand the 2 times my fridge broke at my old, shit hole apartment :/ ), and I am not even sure how much I gave away. I made it a point to only fit all of my belongings in the 6x7x8 Upack unit I ordered. If it did not fit, it was sold, donated or given away. Moving across the country, especially after a big event like graduating and starting that next chapter of life, makes you sit back and reevaluate life, your possessions, what you want [out of life], and so much more (or it did for me, anyway). Having to go through all of the stuff, junk and lifelong possessions alike, you tend to get a really good look at all that you are. Our possessions say a lot about us. As I waded through my "life" and put it into Rubbermaid tubs or boxes, I got a good look at who I have become; that is not a bad thing, if that is what you are wondering. But, I did end up giving away a lot of things: lamps, shelving, clothes, bookshelves, a few small appliances, etc. I felt slightly wasteful as I put all of these things in the "free to a good home" pile... but, I felt better knowing that I was giving it away rather than throwing it in the garbage. At the same time, I looked at all of what was packed into my moving/storage unit and knew that I needed to get rid of these things that were not necessities. I still have downsizing to do, but I did a pretty good job initially!
So, after loading up my life into boxes, I started my road trip back to the Midwest from Baltimore. I squished the remainder of my possessions into my car with just enough room for my dog to lay down and my cat to roam. It was a snug fit, but we all squeezed in and left for out journey (after a $52 parking fine in Baltimore--GAH!)!
The first night we stopped in Rochester, NY. It was raining and an unfamiliar place (which I had been told was a little sketchy too), so we went to a semi-decent place, parked, and slept in the car for the night. In the morning we headed in a direction that looked civilized and ended up the downtown! Hot dog! I stopped at a coffee shop in Rochester, and then after breakfast I walked my pooch to the Eastman School of Music (I am looking at potential schools for my Doctoral degree--let us just say that I would not live in or enjoy being in Rochester...). After that, we reloaded and headed west :)
Day two, we went to Niagara Falls. Oh my gosh. This place is beautiful. Dodge and I even did a truncated version of the tour, but we got a few amazing pictures. It is so amazing to see such natural beauty, such brute force of nature, such incredible sights. It is always fun to see all of the foreigners that our national attractions (and I am sure they feel the same way as they watch all of the moronic tourists posing in front of their national monuments and such). After we stopped at the falls, we headed to the Canadian border. That was a semi-fiasco. Ugh. About an hour or so just waiting in line to cross, and then, because I am a cautious traveler (more so on my bike) and carry pepper spray, I had to take a little detour to the to the side to give my spray to a Canadian officer & have a "receipt" made up. After that it was relatively smooth sailing.
We made our way through Ontario--the first thing to do (which I felt pretty bad ass doing) was read kilometers--good thing my car had them on the speedometer! We stopped in Woodstock, ONT for lunch, and then, per the suggestion of my good friend, we went to the Black Walnut Cafe in London, ONT. OOOOOOOOH MAN. I 'spoiled' myself and got the Almost Flourless Chocolate Cake. That was one of the BEST things I have ever eaten!!!! It was so delicious and well worth the miniscule detour on my way through Canada. After that, we trucked it over to Michigan! Our destination was Ann Arbor, MI for night #2.
Ann Arbor. What a wonderful city. I parked near the public library, walked around downtown with my pooch, and then stopped at a place for dinner. This is where I had one of the most amazing dinners of my life too... I had the Panzanella. Oh man. Normally it is just a crusty bread salad with a tomato based sauce that it is coated in, BUT, this one... ooooohohohohoooo yeaaaaaah. It was more of a salad than Panzanella, but it was AMAZING. A bed of greens, roasted veggies, cucumber, and the toasted bread coated in a balsamic reduction and topped with grilled shrimp. The combination of flavors was impeccable! Absolutely tasty! After dinner we walked around for a bit more, then we tried to find a place to sleep. We drove a mile or two away from downtown, and found a suburbia-like place to park. Unfortunately, if was still pretty darn warm--especially in the car--so Dodge was panting like a banshee. Luckily I had all of my camping gear with me in the car, so I grabbed my sleeping bag, and the pooch and I set up camp in the grass between the road and the sidewalk. I tied the leash to my ankle, cozied up in my sleeping bag, and went to sleep. Shortly afterward, though, I heard grumbling and I woke up. It was my pooch, laying still as a statue, but his ears and head were up--he was growling and barking quietly, just enough to let the passerby know that he was there and was protecting his mama. It was so heart-warming to know that my pooch would protect me. :) After that, it was easy sleeping. We woke up about 5:30 am, then hit the road!
On day three, we headed out from Ann Arbor and went toward WI. But, Chicago, holy traffic HELL. Let us say that I shall not be driving around that area any time again soon. Oof dah! It was so ridiculous. Eventually, I made it to Milwaukee (after some semi misguided directions from my sister). I napped for a few hours, then drove to my hometown to drop off my car & cat. Then, a Brewers game with the family the next day! (I was slightly busy if you could not tell.)
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Now I am prepping for the ol' 19 day cycling trip. I am so excited to see this state at a slow-motion pace. I am resting my knee, getting a better brace for it, taking my vitamins, and will take care of myself as much as I can :) As for the recital, it should be on the 31st of August. Come for a good show and the chance to buy once of my Master's recital CDs!
When you live in any area for more than a month, you accumulate stuff (I am using that term loosely). After living in Baltimore for two years, I had some extra "stuff". I sold two of my old bicycle frames, a mini fridge (which I had brought with me to MD, and it came in hand the 2 times my fridge broke at my old, shit hole apartment :/ ), and I am not even sure how much I gave away. I made it a point to only fit all of my belongings in the 6x7x8 Upack unit I ordered. If it did not fit, it was sold, donated or given away. Moving across the country, especially after a big event like graduating and starting that next chapter of life, makes you sit back and reevaluate life, your possessions, what you want [out of life], and so much more (or it did for me, anyway). Having to go through all of the stuff, junk and lifelong possessions alike, you tend to get a really good look at all that you are. Our possessions say a lot about us. As I waded through my "life" and put it into Rubbermaid tubs or boxes, I got a good look at who I have become; that is not a bad thing, if that is what you are wondering. But, I did end up giving away a lot of things: lamps, shelving, clothes, bookshelves, a few small appliances, etc. I felt slightly wasteful as I put all of these things in the "free to a good home" pile... but, I felt better knowing that I was giving it away rather than throwing it in the garbage. At the same time, I looked at all of what was packed into my moving/storage unit and knew that I needed to get rid of these things that were not necessities. I still have downsizing to do, but I did a pretty good job initially!
So, after loading up my life into boxes, I started my road trip back to the Midwest from Baltimore. I squished the remainder of my possessions into my car with just enough room for my dog to lay down and my cat to roam. It was a snug fit, but we all squeezed in and left for out journey (after a $52 parking fine in Baltimore--GAH!)!
The first night we stopped in Rochester, NY. It was raining and an unfamiliar place (which I had been told was a little sketchy too), so we went to a semi-decent place, parked, and slept in the car for the night. In the morning we headed in a direction that looked civilized and ended up the downtown! Hot dog! I stopped at a coffee shop in Rochester, and then after breakfast I walked my pooch to the Eastman School of Music (I am looking at potential schools for my Doctoral degree--let us just say that I would not live in or enjoy being in Rochester...). After that, we reloaded and headed west :)
Day two, we went to Niagara Falls. Oh my gosh. This place is beautiful. Dodge and I even did a truncated version of the tour, but we got a few amazing pictures. It is so amazing to see such natural beauty, such brute force of nature, such incredible sights. It is always fun to see all of the foreigners that our national attractions (and I am sure they feel the same way as they watch all of the moronic tourists posing in front of their national monuments and such). After we stopped at the falls, we headed to the Canadian border. That was a semi-fiasco. Ugh. About an hour or so just waiting in line to cross, and then, because I am a cautious traveler (more so on my bike) and carry pepper spray, I had to take a little detour to the to the side to give my spray to a Canadian officer & have a "receipt" made up. After that it was relatively smooth sailing.
We made our way through Ontario--the first thing to do (which I felt pretty bad ass doing) was read kilometers--good thing my car had them on the speedometer! We stopped in Woodstock, ONT for lunch, and then, per the suggestion of my good friend, we went to the Black Walnut Cafe in London, ONT. OOOOOOOOH MAN. I 'spoiled' myself and got the Almost Flourless Chocolate Cake. That was one of the BEST things I have ever eaten!!!! It was so delicious and well worth the miniscule detour on my way through Canada. After that, we trucked it over to Michigan! Our destination was Ann Arbor, MI for night #2.
Ann Arbor. What a wonderful city. I parked near the public library, walked around downtown with my pooch, and then stopped at a place for dinner. This is where I had one of the most amazing dinners of my life too... I had the Panzanella. Oh man. Normally it is just a crusty bread salad with a tomato based sauce that it is coated in, BUT, this one... ooooohohohohoooo yeaaaaaah. It was more of a salad than Panzanella, but it was AMAZING. A bed of greens, roasted veggies, cucumber, and the toasted bread coated in a balsamic reduction and topped with grilled shrimp. The combination of flavors was impeccable! Absolutely tasty! After dinner we walked around for a bit more, then we tried to find a place to sleep. We drove a mile or two away from downtown, and found a suburbia-like place to park. Unfortunately, if was still pretty darn warm--especially in the car--so Dodge was panting like a banshee. Luckily I had all of my camping gear with me in the car, so I grabbed my sleeping bag, and the pooch and I set up camp in the grass between the road and the sidewalk. I tied the leash to my ankle, cozied up in my sleeping bag, and went to sleep. Shortly afterward, though, I heard grumbling and I woke up. It was my pooch, laying still as a statue, but his ears and head were up--he was growling and barking quietly, just enough to let the passerby know that he was there and was protecting his mama. It was so heart-warming to know that my pooch would protect me. :) After that, it was easy sleeping. We woke up about 5:30 am, then hit the road!
On day three, we headed out from Ann Arbor and went toward WI. But, Chicago, holy traffic HELL. Let us say that I shall not be driving around that area any time again soon. Oof dah! It was so ridiculous. Eventually, I made it to Milwaukee (after some semi misguided directions from my sister). I napped for a few hours, then drove to my hometown to drop off my car & cat. Then, a Brewers game with the family the next day! (I was slightly busy if you could not tell.)
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Now I am prepping for the ol' 19 day cycling trip. I am so excited to see this state at a slow-motion pace. I am resting my knee, getting a better brace for it, taking my vitamins, and will take care of myself as much as I can :) As for the recital, it should be on the 31st of August. Come for a good show and the chance to buy once of my Master's recital CDs!
To the road ahead--may it be long and eventful.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Gratitude
Holy moly. I just finished Grad School. I have received so many congrats, best wishes, keep us updated, etc. It's mind blowing to think of where I am today, and where I thought I would be today 2, 5, or even 10 years ago! Never, in a million years, thought I would go to Grad School, much less for Vocal Performance.
Looking back at the past two years: a LOT has happened. A lot in the way of activity, as well as spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical growth (no, I didn't get FAT, you ass!). Coming from WI, I have an inherent need to run myself into the ground by overbooking myself and working exceptionally hard to get what I need or want--sometimes making it harder for myself than necessary, and most certainly harder than what most others put themselves through. With all of my jobs, on top of school, I had time to eat, sleep (sometimes), and poop... and take my dog out to the bathroom. My schedules were based off of my dogs needs, which sometimes interfered with class choices. Then my jobs had to be worked into my crazy class and rehearsal schedule. Sometimes I got very close to having mini breakdowns just because I was spread so thin--doing less than 120% for anything drives me crazy--but, when you're working 40 hours a week (from various jobs adding up over) as well as trying to do well in school, things get a bit hairy.
This year, 2011-12, I couldn't be in any of the productions at school because I was so busy with my 4-5 jobs, preparing for my recital, etc. It was a bit saddening, but at the same time I remembered that I had been chorus and named characters in ALL of the French productions last year, as well as the alto soloist for Mozart's Requiem this year. The other day, a musical director I had worked with last year saw me and asked how I was, if I was graduating, etc. I said, "Yep! On Thursday!" She simply looked at me with a smirk and said, "I don't know how you survived this year." "Neither do I. But I'm still kickin'!" She, along with many of the faculty at Peabody, knew my work and school situation. They know how hard I have pushed myself. Even the parish members at the church I work at know--and they always look at me with wide eyes, smile, and shake their heads.
Knowing that I've done a decent amount in my relatively short time on this earth, I still feel inadequate. I haven't learned ANYTHING close to the amount of things I want to learn. I have so much knowledge to acquire in the next 50+ years that it's a bit daunting. I also look at others, some of which are my age, and realize how much of a DUNCE I am in comparison. There is always someone, no matter how smart or incredible you [think you] are, that is better than you. We need to strive to improve, continually! Push ourselves, and work hard.
Everyone has been extremely supportive and exceptionally flexible to accommodate for my [chosen] demanding lifestyle and schedule needs. It has been so comforting to know that I could rely on all of these people in my life to help me when I needed it--which I have. Family, friends, teachers, colleagues, etc., all of you have been amazing for the past 26 years.
Looking back at the past two years: a LOT has happened. A lot in the way of activity, as well as spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical growth (no, I didn't get FAT, you ass!). Coming from WI, I have an inherent need to run myself into the ground by overbooking myself and working exceptionally hard to get what I need or want--sometimes making it harder for myself than necessary, and most certainly harder than what most others put themselves through. With all of my jobs, on top of school, I had time to eat, sleep (sometimes), and poop... and take my dog out to the bathroom. My schedules were based off of my dogs needs, which sometimes interfered with class choices. Then my jobs had to be worked into my crazy class and rehearsal schedule. Sometimes I got very close to having mini breakdowns just because I was spread so thin--doing less than 120% for anything drives me crazy--but, when you're working 40 hours a week (from various jobs adding up over) as well as trying to do well in school, things get a bit hairy.
This year, 2011-12, I couldn't be in any of the productions at school because I was so busy with my 4-5 jobs, preparing for my recital, etc. It was a bit saddening, but at the same time I remembered that I had been chorus and named characters in ALL of the French productions last year, as well as the alto soloist for Mozart's Requiem this year. The other day, a musical director I had worked with last year saw me and asked how I was, if I was graduating, etc. I said, "Yep! On Thursday!" She simply looked at me with a smirk and said, "I don't know how you survived this year." "Neither do I. But I'm still kickin'!" She, along with many of the faculty at Peabody, knew my work and school situation. They know how hard I have pushed myself. Even the parish members at the church I work at know--and they always look at me with wide eyes, smile, and shake their heads.
Knowing that I've done a decent amount in my relatively short time on this earth, I still feel inadequate. I haven't learned ANYTHING close to the amount of things I want to learn. I have so much knowledge to acquire in the next 50+ years that it's a bit daunting. I also look at others, some of which are my age, and realize how much of a DUNCE I am in comparison. There is always someone, no matter how smart or incredible you [think you] are, that is better than you. We need to strive to improve, continually! Push ourselves, and work hard.
Everyone has been extremely supportive and exceptionally flexible to accommodate for my [chosen] demanding lifestyle and schedule needs. It has been so comforting to know that I could rely on all of these people in my life to help me when I needed it--which I have. Family, friends, teachers, colleagues, etc., all of you have been amazing for the past 26 years.
Thank you, to all of those who have affected and helped me to become the person I am today.
Why... Not?
So often the question of "Why?!" arises in life. "Why do this? Or that? What do you really get out of it? That's crazy! I wouldn't!..." Just as often, when I was younger, I would ask those questions--to myself more than to others. I shot myself in the foot so many times before I even had a chance. I thought, for so many years, that I wasn't worth it or that I wasn't good enough to do or try anything "extraordinary". It took until about 2 years ago, when I got accepted to grad school, to realize how much of a difference I could make in my own life and others' lives (for that matter). It took me about 26 years to realize that I really can do whatever I want with my life, no matter how "out there" it seems to others; chances are with close to 7 billion other people on this planet, that there are others who enjoy the same things, whether recreational or vocational, and that I'm not all that zany after all.
Why [not] go on a bike ride, even if it is 1,300 miles long? Why [not] put solar panels on my [future] house, or have a greenhouse to grow produce in all year long? Why [not] share my passion for music in my hometown and/or attempt to integrate it and the arts into that community? I cannot honestly think of good, valid reasons as to not do any of these things. Yes, some may say the cycling solo is dangerous; I agree to an extent. It's only dangerous if you're not prepared for situations or people that could cause harm--luckily I'm an OVER-PLANNER. I have a good head on my shoulders and am not going to put myself in a situation that I couldn't get out of, i.e. asking a stranger in a pick-up truck in the middle of nowhere if they could take me into town as the sun is setting or not stopping at the last 7Eleven I know I'll see for awhile when I'm getting low on fluids or food... etc. The last thing I want to do is be unprepared--it'll only make my trip harder for me! Also, some may ask about the cost/benefit ratio of solar panels and a greenhouse. They are EXPENSIVE, yes, but you have to calculate the benefit(s) in years, not instantaneous:
-Will you take the time to nurture and maintain your plants?
-How much of your grocery bills is spent on fruits/veggies each week or month.
-How much does that equate to over a year? Multiply it by a few years...
-How much does a greenhouse cost to build/maintain?
-How much do seeds and plants cost? Are they perennials or annuals?
These, and so many more questions that are related to our decisions, need to be asked. However, "Why would you do that?" simply doesn't seem like a logical one; it's vague, shows our lack of analytical and observational power. It also seems to give off an aire of skepticism and non-approval before we've even heard the reasons as to why. If someone where to choose buy a new car, even if I knew they couldn't necessarily afford it, I would ask "Why?!" Rather, I'd ask something like, "What are the benefits of this car versus your old one? Does it get better gas mileage? Safety features? Less spent on maintenance each year? Lower insurance rate?" Etc. We all have our reasons as to "why?" You better be able to back them up with logical and sound thoughts if you'd rather not get criticized.
That brings me to why I choose to do my cycling and recitals, attempt to lessen my carbon footprint, eat more locally grown and pesticide/hormone/GMO free foods, start a scholarship for my old HS, etc. I don't do these things to fit in, which some people do, unfortunately. I'm not trendy--you can ask anyone. I do these things for a purpose. Whether it's to fulfill me, help my hometown, better my body and mind, or just because it's something I enjoy--I always have a reason. I won't let others' fear or apprehension get in the way of what I'd like to do with my life; not that I won't take it into consideration, because there are definite circumstances and situations that I haven't taken into account that they bring to light! But, when I set my mind to something, it's going to happen whether YOU like it or not, for better or for worse.
Why [not] go on a bike ride, even if it is 1,300 miles long? Why [not] put solar panels on my [future] house, or have a greenhouse to grow produce in all year long? Why [not] share my passion for music in my hometown and/or attempt to integrate it and the arts into that community? I cannot honestly think of good, valid reasons as to not do any of these things. Yes, some may say the cycling solo is dangerous; I agree to an extent. It's only dangerous if you're not prepared for situations or people that could cause harm--luckily I'm an OVER-PLANNER. I have a good head on my shoulders and am not going to put myself in a situation that I couldn't get out of, i.e. asking a stranger in a pick-up truck in the middle of nowhere if they could take me into town as the sun is setting or not stopping at the last 7Eleven I know I'll see for awhile when I'm getting low on fluids or food... etc. The last thing I want to do is be unprepared--it'll only make my trip harder for me! Also, some may ask about the cost/benefit ratio of solar panels and a greenhouse. They are EXPENSIVE, yes, but you have to calculate the benefit(s) in years, not instantaneous:
-Will you take the time to nurture and maintain your plants?
-How much of your grocery bills is spent on fruits/veggies each week or month.
-How much does that equate to over a year? Multiply it by a few years...
-How much does a greenhouse cost to build/maintain?
-How much do seeds and plants cost? Are they perennials or annuals?
These, and so many more questions that are related to our decisions, need to be asked. However, "Why would you do that?" simply doesn't seem like a logical one; it's vague, shows our lack of analytical and observational power. It also seems to give off an aire of skepticism and non-approval before we've even heard the reasons as to why. If someone where to choose buy a new car, even if I knew they couldn't necessarily afford it, I would ask "Why?!" Rather, I'd ask something like, "What are the benefits of this car versus your old one? Does it get better gas mileage? Safety features? Less spent on maintenance each year? Lower insurance rate?" Etc. We all have our reasons as to "why?" You better be able to back them up with logical and sound thoughts if you'd rather not get criticized.
That brings me to why I choose to do my cycling and recitals, attempt to lessen my carbon footprint, eat more locally grown and pesticide/hormone/GMO free foods, start a scholarship for my old HS, etc. I don't do these things to fit in, which some people do, unfortunately. I'm not trendy--you can ask anyone. I do these things for a purpose. Whether it's to fulfill me, help my hometown, better my body and mind, or just because it's something I enjoy--I always have a reason. I won't let others' fear or apprehension get in the way of what I'd like to do with my life; not that I won't take it into consideration, because there are definite circumstances and situations that I haven't taken into account that they bring to light! But, when I set my mind to something, it's going to happen whether YOU like it or not, for better or for worse.
As long as I have physical and mental capabilities to test, I will! Why not?
Thursday, May 3, 2012
On the Road [to recovery?]
Well, I finally got an appointment to have an MRI of my knee (should they check my noggin too while they're at it? Hahahaaaa!) set up. So, on Monday, I'll have a schnazzy image taken of my innards. I hope that my knee injury from last spring, which I aggravated on my cycling trip home, is semi-easily rehabilitatable (I had to read that a few times to make sure I spelled it, and used the word I actually wanted to, correct--what a mouthful!). I am a realist, however, and I recognize the fact that if you injure yourself, especially at a powerful, everyday use kind of joint, and it continues to bother you a year later... well, maybe you royally eff'd up and I may have to take more time to rehab it, or, worst-short term scenario, cancel my cycling trip for 2012.
At least I'm taking the steps to figure out what is wrong with my knee. There are some folks, especially in the older generations, who figure they have to deal with the pain or that things are incurable--they simply refuse to pay to get stuff checked out until the pain or condition is so bad that, by that time, it may be too late. I COMPLETELY understand the hesitation in doing a lot of procedures and tests because of the numbers you'll see after a dollar sign on a bill that is sent to you--I GET THAT! Even with insurance (which I only have because our school requires it), I will pay a chunk of change for my MRI. But, I see it as an investment in my [health's] future. Some people invest in property, others in their vehicle, some in the stock market. I, however, invest in my health. What good would money, property, a fast car, etc. be without your health? It's a question that a lot of us need to contemplate. People ask, especially my family members, why I pay for Farmers' Market goods, which may or may not cost more than the retail store? Why do I eat certain foods? Why do I kick myself in the ass for not exercising? Why do I do this "crazy" bike trip every year? Why? All I can say is, "It's for me." I know, on many levels, how much food affects our bodies, how much exercise is crucial to our mental and physical well-being, the true cost of getting industrially made goods vs. more local sources. There are so many factors as to why I eat and treat my body the way I do. All of them, in culmination, make me happy and healthy.
I also do this cycling trip for you, Montello. I want to raise money to help you and your people. I want to give back, via the funds I raise and the recitals/concerts I produce, to you--to show you how far I've come, and to give you a taste of something different. I want to open your eyes a bit to what's outside of your community; to enlighten and to enrich you, to give you new opportunities and things to think about... my zaniness and physical brutality to myself is because I'm trying to lead by example. I'm not saying I want you to ride 1,200 miles on a bicycle, or to buy your meat(s) from a local, antibiotic-free, grass fed source 100%, or that you have to produce an annual concert and raise funds for the community--that is what I do. I want it to inspire you to think... to do... to learn... I want my actions to cause you to take a moment and assess your life and what you really want to do with it; it is the only one we have, so we better do what makes us happy, or it'll be miserable! Don't live it for anyone else. But, live as a healthy and pro-active example for those around you to see, but not necessarily a model they have to follow to the T.
At least I'm taking the steps to figure out what is wrong with my knee. There are some folks, especially in the older generations, who figure they have to deal with the pain or that things are incurable--they simply refuse to pay to get stuff checked out until the pain or condition is so bad that, by that time, it may be too late. I COMPLETELY understand the hesitation in doing a lot of procedures and tests because of the numbers you'll see after a dollar sign on a bill that is sent to you--I GET THAT! Even with insurance (which I only have because our school requires it), I will pay a chunk of change for my MRI. But, I see it as an investment in my [health's] future. Some people invest in property, others in their vehicle, some in the stock market. I, however, invest in my health. What good would money, property, a fast car, etc. be without your health? It's a question that a lot of us need to contemplate. People ask, especially my family members, why I pay for Farmers' Market goods, which may or may not cost more than the retail store? Why do I eat certain foods? Why do I kick myself in the ass for not exercising? Why do I do this "crazy" bike trip every year? Why? All I can say is, "It's for me." I know, on many levels, how much food affects our bodies, how much exercise is crucial to our mental and physical well-being, the true cost of getting industrially made goods vs. more local sources. There are so many factors as to why I eat and treat my body the way I do. All of them, in culmination, make me happy and healthy.
I also do this cycling trip for you, Montello. I want to raise money to help you and your people. I want to give back, via the funds I raise and the recitals/concerts I produce, to you--to show you how far I've come, and to give you a taste of something different. I want to open your eyes a bit to what's outside of your community; to enlighten and to enrich you, to give you new opportunities and things to think about... my zaniness and physical brutality to myself is because I'm trying to lead by example. I'm not saying I want you to ride 1,200 miles on a bicycle, or to buy your meat(s) from a local, antibiotic-free, grass fed source 100%, or that you have to produce an annual concert and raise funds for the community--that is what I do. I want it to inspire you to think... to do... to learn... I want my actions to cause you to take a moment and assess your life and what you really want to do with it; it is the only one we have, so we better do what makes us happy, or it'll be miserable! Don't live it for anyone else. But, live as a healthy and pro-active example for those around you to see, but not necessarily a model they have to follow to the T.
Life is about choices, and I've made mine. Have you made yours?
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Giving Back by Opening Your Home
If you aren't familiar with the CouchSurfing community, you should be. This network of outgoing, intelligent, open-hearted people is SO incredible! I recently finished the majority of the work for my Master's Degree, i.e. recital, coursework, etc. Coincidentally enough, as soon as this pocket of free time exposed itself, I got 3 requests from travelers in the area to stay with me; all of which will overlap and stay with me this coming week. Yeah yeah yeah... some of you have the questions about safety and ask, "Why in the WORLD would you host a stranger?!" All I can say is click on the link below and your questions shall be answered:
http://www.couchsurfing.org/
This worldwide community is magnificent. I met so many good friends through it already, and I've only been a member for a year! The people I'm hosting next week seem downright awesome, and I hope that our meeting and interactions will create lifelong friendships as well. One of them, if he does end up staying with me, has been cycling around the perimeter of the USA... ring any bells? How could I refuse to host another cyclist, especially when they're out there doing the same thing I'll [hopefully] be doing in a few months?!
I can't say enough about broadening your horizons and going out to meet new people. How can you expect to make friends and find happiness if you coup yourself up in your apartment and don't go out and try to explore. There are about 6 billion people on this planet--ignoring this fact and/or them is just bupkis because there is so much to be learned from each other. We are not an exclusive breed, or the only culture that is on this planet. Go out--learn--try to understand; you don't have to agree with others' ideals or cultures, but simply brushing them off and being ignorant and saying you don't accept it because of your ignorance is simply not acceptable in a time when travel is so readily available and accessible. Life is too short to not enjoy it. I know there are several introverts where this random going out and meeting people thing isn't their schtick; I encourage you nonetheless. This web of people is so useful and life changing that you may break out of your shell a bit...?
I thoroughly believe that you have to be the instigator of change in your life, lead by example. If I were ever in dire straights, I would hope that someone would open their door to me--and I've done it for some. Karma, no matter how delayed, will somehow repay you; you can't anticipate it, expect it, or want it to happen... it just does, unexpectedly and in the most bizarre way sometimes. So, my proposition to you is to open your heart, and your door(s), to a [non-homicidal, vouched for via CS] stranger, and make those life altering connections and friendships.
http://www.couchsurfing.org/
This worldwide community is magnificent. I met so many good friends through it already, and I've only been a member for a year! The people I'm hosting next week seem downright awesome, and I hope that our meeting and interactions will create lifelong friendships as well. One of them, if he does end up staying with me, has been cycling around the perimeter of the USA... ring any bells? How could I refuse to host another cyclist, especially when they're out there doing the same thing I'll [hopefully] be doing in a few months?!
I can't say enough about broadening your horizons and going out to meet new people. How can you expect to make friends and find happiness if you coup yourself up in your apartment and don't go out and try to explore. There are about 6 billion people on this planet--ignoring this fact and/or them is just bupkis because there is so much to be learned from each other. We are not an exclusive breed, or the only culture that is on this planet. Go out--learn--try to understand; you don't have to agree with others' ideals or cultures, but simply brushing them off and being ignorant and saying you don't accept it because of your ignorance is simply not acceptable in a time when travel is so readily available and accessible. Life is too short to not enjoy it. I know there are several introverts where this random going out and meeting people thing isn't their schtick; I encourage you nonetheless. This web of people is so useful and life changing that you may break out of your shell a bit...?
I thoroughly believe that you have to be the instigator of change in your life, lead by example. If I were ever in dire straights, I would hope that someone would open their door to me--and I've done it for some. Karma, no matter how delayed, will somehow repay you; you can't anticipate it, expect it, or want it to happen... it just does, unexpectedly and in the most bizarre way sometimes. So, my proposition to you is to open your heart, and your door(s), to a [non-homicidal, vouched for via CS] stranger, and make those life altering connections and friendships.
To new friends, new experiences, and great stories.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Preparations, As Usual
It's getting to be crunch time--and by crunch time, I mean I have 4 more months til I leave. I have to start training ASAP, but I am waiting on results: I recently went to the Dr. to see if I could have a diagnosis for my knee (and foot, which I even more recently injured). X-rays were taken, and there is a possible MRI in my future if the x-rays don't show anything (which is likely). Once I am given an answer, and [hopefully] have options for rehabilitation of my knee, I'm going to give 'er HELL!
Last year, for training, I started out by doing a few rides that were long distance without any gear. Shortly after, I added about 1/2 of the weight that I'd be carrying. About a month before I left I was carrying books (for school), and other things, so that I was at almost 100% of the weight I'd be hauling. The weight, surprisingly, wasn't all that bad. Yes, I was SLOW: about 12-15 (sometimes 10 mph w/the G-D hills) mph. But, it didn't create muscle soreness or tiredness. It felt like a good workout, and that was it (thankfully!).
This time around, I'm hoping to shrink the amount of things I carry even moreso--and I was at a pretty basic level last time. This year, because of my new panniers and the bungees that are on top of each, I can shuffle my gear a bit and fit more on my rack rather than on my back--which, I think, will help a lot. On my previous trip, I had a stuffed backpack, decently heavy because of water and the need-to-be-close-to-me things, pressing down on me. I noticed more in my "private" area than anywhere else that the added weight on my back was a nuisance. My back muscles didn't really bother me, but it was semi-difficult to look over my shoulder (to check the traffic around me), and it became annoying after awhile.
So, my goal is to eliminate the large backpack and simply hold my small camel back sack and a few light things, i.e. map(s) for the day and money, in it. Being able to check over my shoulder is crucial, and I don't want to impede on, or inhibit, that again.
Downsizing--it'll be hard to do. But, I think I can create a slightly smaller load for this summer's trip.
Last year, for training, I started out by doing a few rides that were long distance without any gear. Shortly after, I added about 1/2 of the weight that I'd be carrying. About a month before I left I was carrying books (for school), and other things, so that I was at almost 100% of the weight I'd be hauling. The weight, surprisingly, wasn't all that bad. Yes, I was SLOW: about 12-15 (sometimes 10 mph w/the G-D hills) mph. But, it didn't create muscle soreness or tiredness. It felt like a good workout, and that was it (thankfully!).
This time around, I'm hoping to shrink the amount of things I carry even moreso--and I was at a pretty basic level last time. This year, because of my new panniers and the bungees that are on top of each, I can shuffle my gear a bit and fit more on my rack rather than on my back--which, I think, will help a lot. On my previous trip, I had a stuffed backpack, decently heavy because of water and the need-to-be-close-to-me things, pressing down on me. I noticed more in my "private" area than anywhere else that the added weight on my back was a nuisance. My back muscles didn't really bother me, but it was semi-difficult to look over my shoulder (to check the traffic around me), and it became annoying after awhile.
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| The large, green/gray/black backpack on top of all of that was on my back. |
Downsizing--it'll be hard to do. But, I think I can create a slightly smaller load for this summer's trip.
To Downsizing! Hip hip HOOOORAY!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Ramping Up for the Journey
Well, well, well. The preparation, as far as planning, has begun. Many steps have been checked, others, well, I'll get to them soon. Here's where the project stands:
1) Call Dr. to set up appointment for knee--this evening
2) Map out route--tentative one done
I need to make it more concrete, but I'm waiting on #1 to happen first to see what my options are.
3) Choose repertoire--HA! I'll pick the vocal stuff a few weeks before. The instrumental stuff I have to get
cracking on...
4) Create promotional posters (& maybe postcards?)--rough draft done
5) Ask school board if they'll let me host it at the school again--soon
If not, a local business had agreed to let me use their space
6) Get people EXCITED about this--in due time
7) New panniers--JUST SHIPPED and should arrive soon. These are some hardcore bad boys!
http://www.t3multisport.com/images/library/large/axiom_403002_01_12_z.jpg
Normally they're $150, but I got them for $90
8) Bike tune-up & new tires--closer to trip
ETC! Phew! I still have to perform my Master's recital, graduate, sing for a friend's wedding, finish planning this whole shenanigan, organize moving to Minneapolis (happening in September), and so much more! (That sounded like a really bad commercial: it slices, dices, and so much more!)
I've been trying to appreciate everyday that I am still here in Baltimore, since I won't be coming back all that often once I leave. I had initially thought that I should ride no-handed as I leave on my bicycle this summer so that I could flip off this city with both hands, but I won't. This town is just not for me--the crime is disgustingly high and too close for comfort: several classmates have been held-up at gun point, some hurt, etc. It's simply not right. Baltimore, as a city, has a lot to offer in the way of history, architecture, the arts, etc. But, I no longer want to have to constantly look over my shoulder, make sure that I take my dog with me on nighttime walks, and/or fear that I'm going to get mugged while waiting for the JHU shuttle to arrive as I stand less than 100 feet from my grad school. It's RIDICULOUS. Yes, I know that Minneapolis is a city too, but its "hood" is like the baby ghetto out here; I've walked, cycled and driven through it all here and survived, and I'm wiser for the wear. If I can handle Bmore's hood, Minne's should be a walk in the park.
Speaking of journeys, life has been one, and will continue to be one. I've had quite a bit of what some would call "bad" luck this year, but I've learned to view it in a different light. Don't get me wrong, initially I was angry, devastated, embittered, etc., but I've always had a way of dealing with certain situations; I view them as things that I cannot change, so there is no use in crying for too long, or dwelling. Life is about learning, enjoying, and experiencing. None of this can happen in a perfect little bubble, where no one gets hurt, grandpa doesn't die until he's said all of his goodbyes, little Jimmy gets straight A's and studies hard, Rover doesn't ever wander into the street or eat food you've left out--this is called Hollywood or being sheltered, not living. Life is always in motion, ever-changing and evolving. It introduces us to new people, places, and most importantly (I think), IDEAS. I am SO excited about all of the ideas I've had this (and last) year, and even more anxious to share and implement them because, even if altered by others' good input, they will be amazing and really help my hometown.
I've got too much to do...
1) Call Dr. to set up appointment for knee--this evening
2) Map out route--tentative one done
I need to make it more concrete, but I'm waiting on #1 to happen first to see what my options are.
3) Choose repertoire--HA! I'll pick the vocal stuff a few weeks before. The instrumental stuff I have to get
cracking on...
4) Create promotional posters (& maybe postcards?)--rough draft done
5) Ask school board if they'll let me host it at the school again--soon
If not, a local business had agreed to let me use their space
6) Get people EXCITED about this--in due time
7) New panniers--JUST SHIPPED and should arrive soon. These are some hardcore bad boys!
http://www.t3multisport.com/images/library/large/axiom_403002_01_12_z.jpg
Normally they're $150, but I got them for $90
8) Bike tune-up & new tires--closer to trip
ETC! Phew! I still have to perform my Master's recital, graduate, sing for a friend's wedding, finish planning this whole shenanigan, organize moving to Minneapolis (happening in September), and so much more! (That sounded like a really bad commercial: it slices, dices, and so much more!)
I've been trying to appreciate everyday that I am still here in Baltimore, since I won't be coming back all that often once I leave. I had initially thought that I should ride no-handed as I leave on my bicycle this summer so that I could flip off this city with both hands, but I won't. This town is just not for me--the crime is disgustingly high and too close for comfort: several classmates have been held-up at gun point, some hurt, etc. It's simply not right. Baltimore, as a city, has a lot to offer in the way of history, architecture, the arts, etc. But, I no longer want to have to constantly look over my shoulder, make sure that I take my dog with me on nighttime walks, and/or fear that I'm going to get mugged while waiting for the JHU shuttle to arrive as I stand less than 100 feet from my grad school. It's RIDICULOUS. Yes, I know that Minneapolis is a city too, but its "hood" is like the baby ghetto out here; I've walked, cycled and driven through it all here and survived, and I'm wiser for the wear. If I can handle Bmore's hood, Minne's should be a walk in the park.
Speaking of journeys, life has been one, and will continue to be one. I've had quite a bit of what some would call "bad" luck this year, but I've learned to view it in a different light. Don't get me wrong, initially I was angry, devastated, embittered, etc., but I've always had a way of dealing with certain situations; I view them as things that I cannot change, so there is no use in crying for too long, or dwelling. Life is about learning, enjoying, and experiencing. None of this can happen in a perfect little bubble, where no one gets hurt, grandpa doesn't die until he's said all of his goodbyes, little Jimmy gets straight A's and studies hard, Rover doesn't ever wander into the street or eat food you've left out--this is called Hollywood or being sheltered, not living. Life is always in motion, ever-changing and evolving. It introduces us to new people, places, and most importantly (I think), IDEAS. I am SO excited about all of the ideas I've had this (and last) year, and even more anxious to share and implement them because, even if altered by others' good input, they will be amazing and really help my hometown.
I've got too much to do...
Here's to great ideas and planning ahead!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
For Striker...
The fight is over, and a dear friend of mine from grade school has won the chance to be at peace. This gloriously wonderful, kind-hearted and humble gal has been battling melanoma on and off for almost a decade. It started as a mole that she had to have removed several years ago, and another skin occurance, I believe, also happened a few years later. Most recently, the melanoma had spread to her internal organs, liver, lungs and brain (I think those are the correct ones) were all affected. She went through several treatments and surgeries, including having a tumor taken out of her brain only a month or two ago. She was doing well and seemed to be on her way to recovery, or so we thought.
This passed weekend, on 1/20/12, my pal turned 26. Her birthday and mine were exactly one month apart, so we always remembered each others'. The day after, however, she was scheduled for an emergency surgery. She had been having terrible headaches and her stomach was not doing well; the doctors found two more tumors in her brain. The surgery was technically a success, I was told, in that the tumors were removed. But, she never regained consciousness. Yesterday, only 4 days after her 26th birthday, she was pronounced brain dead, and they decided to take her off the ventilator and let her be at rest.
If you have been following my blog, this is the person I have referred to as the one I wanted to surprise with donations from this summer's Riding for a Reason recital. She has had a rough time, firstly, in trying to get insurance because of her pre-existing condition. Secondly, the surgeries and treatments could not have been pleasant at all. Through all of it, though, she has always had a positive attitude and held strong in her faith. Even on her worst day, I'm sure she cracked a smile or two; she's just one of those people.
There was a close-knit group of us from HS that will be reunited for her service. It's been years since I've seen some of these ladies. It will be a bittersweet moment to see their faces knowing that we're all together for such a painful reunion. Despite having done my crying and grieving, I know I will cry some more when I see their eyes, full of tears or not. Hopefully they will be tears from us laughing at all of the reminiscing of good times with our passed friend, and all of the ridiculously lame stuff we did when we were younger (and by lame, I mean spending our study halls in the band and choir rooms learning new instruments and barbershop quartets... yes, we were/are lame).
Because of her passing, I am dedicating this year's ride to her (if my knee is capable and willing of doing it). Also, if I am able to start a scholarship at my old high school in a few years, I would like to do it in memory of her; she played the clarinet and sang quite a bit with me when we were younger, so it's only fitting that an arts scholarship be created and named in her honor.
This passed weekend, on 1/20/12, my pal turned 26. Her birthday and mine were exactly one month apart, so we always remembered each others'. The day after, however, she was scheduled for an emergency surgery. She had been having terrible headaches and her stomach was not doing well; the doctors found two more tumors in her brain. The surgery was technically a success, I was told, in that the tumors were removed. But, she never regained consciousness. Yesterday, only 4 days after her 26th birthday, she was pronounced brain dead, and they decided to take her off the ventilator and let her be at rest.
If you have been following my blog, this is the person I have referred to as the one I wanted to surprise with donations from this summer's Riding for a Reason recital. She has had a rough time, firstly, in trying to get insurance because of her pre-existing condition. Secondly, the surgeries and treatments could not have been pleasant at all. Through all of it, though, she has always had a positive attitude and held strong in her faith. Even on her worst day, I'm sure she cracked a smile or two; she's just one of those people.
There was a close-knit group of us from HS that will be reunited for her service. It's been years since I've seen some of these ladies. It will be a bittersweet moment to see their faces knowing that we're all together for such a painful reunion. Despite having done my crying and grieving, I know I will cry some more when I see their eyes, full of tears or not. Hopefully they will be tears from us laughing at all of the reminiscing of good times with our passed friend, and all of the ridiculously lame stuff we did when we were younger (and by lame, I mean spending our study halls in the band and choir rooms learning new instruments and barbershop quartets... yes, we were/are lame).
Because of her passing, I am dedicating this year's ride to her (if my knee is capable and willing of doing it). Also, if I am able to start a scholarship at my old high school in a few years, I would like to do it in memory of her; she played the clarinet and sang quite a bit with me when we were younger, so it's only fitting that an arts scholarship be created and named in her honor.
Here's to making everyday count, not taking your health for granted, and to telling those you love that you love them.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Yet Another Cause
New Year's; what a transitional time. Some make resolutions with the intention of never keeping it. They just make it to say they have a goal, or to fit in with their friends who all have goals. Others make lifelong, personal commitments to themselves... Let me take a step back and tell you how my New Year's went:
Being a singer at a church, I knew that I shouldn't stay up late because we had a service on Sunday morning. So, a few minutes after midnight, I kissed my pooch & said "Happy New Year!" and scooted off to bed. They typical barrage of holiday greetings & fireworks being ignited on the streets followed. It was almost comforting to hear it all as I lay in bed. After laying down for no more than 5 minutes, I heard someone banging on the entryway door to the house that my apartment is in. My dog started barking, which doesn't normally happen, so I jumped up to calm & quiet him, thinking that perhaps one of my neighbors had lost their keys and needed to get in the house. When I opened my door to peek out into the hallway, there was a young gal, whom I had never seen before, leaning & banging on the old bevelled glass windowpanes. I opened the door and the following conversation took place, in more or less words:
Me: "Can I help you?"
Drunk Girl: "You know Daniella, right?"
M: "Know, I'm sorry, I don't. Do you need something?"
D: "I just need to sleep. I promise, I'm good."
She proceeded to poke her iPhone, which was clearly dead. Luckily, someone had tied a charger in a fancy knot around her neck--almost like a necklace--and I'm assuming as a way of saying, "Have a good night, go home now, you're very drunk sweetheart." Rather than turn her away, especially because she was so drunk that she barely made sense to me--someone who was completely sober--I took her in my house, made her a bed on my couch, and started charging her phone so that I could try and contact someone. As I was doing this, she started burping little baby burps & said, "I don't feel good." So I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a large stock pot from the kitchen and put it beside the couch, a glass of water, and asked if she wanted a hair tie. Soon after, she leaned over the side of the couch and expelled the alcohol-rich contents of her stomach into the pot; I was pretty impressed with her aim! But, she then fell off the couch, and knocked the bucket over, spilling it on the floor--luckily most of it was hardwood, but a decent portion went on my area rug. I cleaned her up, got her back on the couch, and then cleaned up the mess on the floor. In between cleaning and trying to get info out of her, I was texting some of the most recent people in her phone--mind you, I don't have an iPhone, so I was a bit lost with this gadget. Luckily, after about 15-20 minutes, someone responded (who was in Indiana), and said that a friend would be on their way to grab her soon. While waiting for them to arrive, I packed her purse, phone & charger, an apple & some wheat thins into a going away bag. As her friend was trying to get her shoes on for her, yet another wave of nausea hit, she cupped her hands by her mouth, and I flung the bucket across the floor--her friend grabbed it and put it underneath her just in time. We said our goodbyes & Happy New Year, and they were gone.
So, around 12:50 I laid down again, hoping that I could still get a decent night's sleep before the church service. That was wishful thinking.
At 5:30 in the morning, my sister called me. She relayed to me that our father had had a [mini] heart attack, and he was now at the hospital in Madison, WI. As if that wasn't startling enough, the doctors said that the blockage was so bad that he would have to have open-heart surgery this week. What sucked was that since it was a holiday (Dr.'s don't get holidays, or shouldn't!), they weren't sure when the surgeon was going to be in this week. So, my family sat in limbo until Tuesday when the surgeon finally came to consult with my dad. So, on Epiphany, as I sit in an evening service, my father was having his chest closed up. After a sextuple bypass, 7 hours of surgery, and one hell of a week of waiting, my father is finally on the road to recovery. He's currently looped up on some pain meds--who wouldn't be after having your sternum hacked open and your heart put on ice for a few hours?!--and wasn't sure if I was his sister or me on the phone :) At least he's alive.
A big reason as to why this happened is genetics. My grandfather, Wallace Edward Wegenke, passed away in his sleep when my father and his siblings were only teenagers & twenty-somethings. He had had a heart attack. My uncle "Fuzz" has recently had open-heart/bypass surgery as well, and had previously had stents put in his heart. My aunt Susie has had a bypass surgery. And now, the baby of the family, my dad, has as well. So, as you can see, even the ladies in our family have gotten a taste of this nasty disease. To top it off, my father and his brother both developed Type II Diabetes; they've had it for the past 10 years or so. Diet played a huge roll in their development of this disease; no one else has it in the family. My uncle is a bit heavier, but neither of them is "obese". My dad hasn't ever really been chubby... they own a carpentry and concrete laying business, so they're both active. But, when you wear the ol' pancreas out, it's done.
Another one is smoking. My father is a chain smoker, and has been as long as I can remember. When my sister was relaying that the nurse was hassling my dad in the hospital as he waited for days for the surgeon to show up, saying that his smoking caused this, I got a bit pissed. True, I wasn't there to see & hear what really went on, but when a man is already down you don't kick him. After his surgery is when you sit him down and say: this is a big factor, you need to quit. My family seems to have a mentality that smoking really doesn't increase your chances of death or disease--apparently we are immortal. Not to mention, my father doesn't have health insurance... But, sad to say, I hope this is a wake-up call more than anything.
So, a combo of shitty genetics & bad lifestyle choices has led to a cruddy (yet eye-openingly inspirational) outcome. What damage has been done has been rectified as much as it can be. It's hard to think that this could be me in 20 or 30 years. Because of this, my "resolution" is to stave off heart disease & Type II Diabetes (along with some female cancers that seem to run in our family intermittently) as long as I can--if not entirely. Yes, I know this is wishful thinking, but I can try, can't I?
Although I had said that all of the proceeds from my ride were going directly to a specific person this summer, I am now going to divide it in two: my father and the other person. They both have mounting medical bills, and it's hard to see this insurance thing hit so close to home. This year's ride is for a very good cause. Not only will the $ raised go to extremely worthy people, the exercise will keep my ticker healthy. It will also be in memory of those who are fighting or who have fought heart disease. Here's to staving off [semi] preventable diseases. Wish me luck!
Being a singer at a church, I knew that I shouldn't stay up late because we had a service on Sunday morning. So, a few minutes after midnight, I kissed my pooch & said "Happy New Year!" and scooted off to bed. They typical barrage of holiday greetings & fireworks being ignited on the streets followed. It was almost comforting to hear it all as I lay in bed. After laying down for no more than 5 minutes, I heard someone banging on the entryway door to the house that my apartment is in. My dog started barking, which doesn't normally happen, so I jumped up to calm & quiet him, thinking that perhaps one of my neighbors had lost their keys and needed to get in the house. When I opened my door to peek out into the hallway, there was a young gal, whom I had never seen before, leaning & banging on the old bevelled glass windowpanes. I opened the door and the following conversation took place, in more or less words:
Me: "Can I help you?"
Drunk Girl: "You know Daniella, right?"
M: "Know, I'm sorry, I don't. Do you need something?"
D: "I just need to sleep. I promise, I'm good."
She proceeded to poke her iPhone, which was clearly dead. Luckily, someone had tied a charger in a fancy knot around her neck--almost like a necklace--and I'm assuming as a way of saying, "Have a good night, go home now, you're very drunk sweetheart." Rather than turn her away, especially because she was so drunk that she barely made sense to me--someone who was completely sober--I took her in my house, made her a bed on my couch, and started charging her phone so that I could try and contact someone. As I was doing this, she started burping little baby burps & said, "I don't feel good." So I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a large stock pot from the kitchen and put it beside the couch, a glass of water, and asked if she wanted a hair tie. Soon after, she leaned over the side of the couch and expelled the alcohol-rich contents of her stomach into the pot; I was pretty impressed with her aim! But, she then fell off the couch, and knocked the bucket over, spilling it on the floor--luckily most of it was hardwood, but a decent portion went on my area rug. I cleaned her up, got her back on the couch, and then cleaned up the mess on the floor. In between cleaning and trying to get info out of her, I was texting some of the most recent people in her phone--mind you, I don't have an iPhone, so I was a bit lost with this gadget. Luckily, after about 15-20 minutes, someone responded (who was in Indiana), and said that a friend would be on their way to grab her soon. While waiting for them to arrive, I packed her purse, phone & charger, an apple & some wheat thins into a going away bag. As her friend was trying to get her shoes on for her, yet another wave of nausea hit, she cupped her hands by her mouth, and I flung the bucket across the floor--her friend grabbed it and put it underneath her just in time. We said our goodbyes & Happy New Year, and they were gone.
So, around 12:50 I laid down again, hoping that I could still get a decent night's sleep before the church service. That was wishful thinking.
At 5:30 in the morning, my sister called me. She relayed to me that our father had had a [mini] heart attack, and he was now at the hospital in Madison, WI. As if that wasn't startling enough, the doctors said that the blockage was so bad that he would have to have open-heart surgery this week. What sucked was that since it was a holiday (Dr.'s don't get holidays, or shouldn't!), they weren't sure when the surgeon was going to be in this week. So, my family sat in limbo until Tuesday when the surgeon finally came to consult with my dad. So, on Epiphany, as I sit in an evening service, my father was having his chest closed up. After a sextuple bypass, 7 hours of surgery, and one hell of a week of waiting, my father is finally on the road to recovery. He's currently looped up on some pain meds--who wouldn't be after having your sternum hacked open and your heart put on ice for a few hours?!--and wasn't sure if I was his sister or me on the phone :) At least he's alive.
A big reason as to why this happened is genetics. My grandfather, Wallace Edward Wegenke, passed away in his sleep when my father and his siblings were only teenagers & twenty-somethings. He had had a heart attack. My uncle "Fuzz" has recently had open-heart/bypass surgery as well, and had previously had stents put in his heart. My aunt Susie has had a bypass surgery. And now, the baby of the family, my dad, has as well. So, as you can see, even the ladies in our family have gotten a taste of this nasty disease. To top it off, my father and his brother both developed Type II Diabetes; they've had it for the past 10 years or so. Diet played a huge roll in their development of this disease; no one else has it in the family. My uncle is a bit heavier, but neither of them is "obese". My dad hasn't ever really been chubby... they own a carpentry and concrete laying business, so they're both active. But, when you wear the ol' pancreas out, it's done.
Another one is smoking. My father is a chain smoker, and has been as long as I can remember. When my sister was relaying that the nurse was hassling my dad in the hospital as he waited for days for the surgeon to show up, saying that his smoking caused this, I got a bit pissed. True, I wasn't there to see & hear what really went on, but when a man is already down you don't kick him. After his surgery is when you sit him down and say: this is a big factor, you need to quit. My family seems to have a mentality that smoking really doesn't increase your chances of death or disease--apparently we are immortal. Not to mention, my father doesn't have health insurance... But, sad to say, I hope this is a wake-up call more than anything.
So, a combo of shitty genetics & bad lifestyle choices has led to a cruddy (yet eye-openingly inspirational) outcome. What damage has been done has been rectified as much as it can be. It's hard to think that this could be me in 20 or 30 years. Because of this, my "resolution" is to stave off heart disease & Type II Diabetes (along with some female cancers that seem to run in our family intermittently) as long as I can--if not entirely. Yes, I know this is wishful thinking, but I can try, can't I?
Although I had said that all of the proceeds from my ride were going directly to a specific person this summer, I am now going to divide it in two: my father and the other person. They both have mounting medical bills, and it's hard to see this insurance thing hit so close to home. This year's ride is for a very good cause. Not only will the $ raised go to extremely worthy people, the exercise will keep my ticker healthy. It will also be in memory of those who are fighting or who have fought heart disease. Here's to staving off [semi] preventable diseases. Wish me luck!
What's your New Year's Resolution? Make it count.