Sunday Chai & Chat: Getting a Day Job & the Woes of Physical Therapy

I’ve been sitting here writing and deleting sentences for the better part of an hour. The truth is that I completely suck at writing introductions. So, rather than write up a traditional intro, I’m gonna say hi and then move on to chatting about how the last couple of weeks have treated me.

Hi, Chums! Hope you’re all well. 😊

Reeling from heart-break, I have been trying to put the emotional pieces back together. I began journaling on the computer as my carpal tunnel has made it impossible for me to maintain a handwritten one (I’m so sad about this because I love the middling experience of writing in a book) and it’s done wonders for managing my more intense emotions. Hell, I even managed to write a super angsty poem as I closed the book on this Life chapter and obtained the last morsels of closure I needed to move forward.

Since the heart-break, I have been focusing on physical therapy for my lungs and my heart. I have been on bedrest for the better part of a year and a half. Ever since October 2019 when my congenital conditions became super exasperated and dangerous, I have had alternating bouts of resting and staying in bed or on the couch and it has taken such a crapshoot of a toll on my body! Because of this, I’m severely out of shape and having the hardest time with physical therapy.

My stamina is virtually non-existent. My lungs are strong and healthy again (I had a complication post-op, which made them not-so-grand for a bit), but they are also not used to expanding and maintaining regular, frequent usage that stems from consistent, cardio-centred exercising. My muscles are all pretty weak and totally useless as well.

Basically, I feel like a dilapidated mushroom. I am both laughing and sobbing at this imagery because it’s outrageous, but oh-so-accurate. 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄 🍄

I chatted with my doctors, trainers, and physical therapists about how I’ve been feeling. The struggle has been making me very negative and pessimistic, which is silly. I know this logically considering that I have been fighting an almost terminal heart illness for nearly two years (I’ve had it my entire life, but treatment didn’t become an option until 2019, and ever since then it’s been a near constant battle). So, being out-of-shape and out-of-whack and out-of-all-that-nonsense is completely normal. STILL… I’ve been feeling akin to a mushy, gloomy goose.

My doctors have me doing yoga to help build up my breathing slowly, which is also supposed to get my muscles used to moving and working as they are intended. Additionally, I’ve been doing low-impact cardio such as walking. I shall be doing this for the next week, maybe two weeks, and then we shall re-evaluate and slowly up the shenanigans.

I’m also supposed to be making changes to my eating routines. Out of everything, this is the toughest because, let’s face it, I love my sweet treats. Anyone who knows me, whether here on the blog or IRL (in real life) knows that I love sugary sweet delights. I’m like that anime character that basically lives off of cake and cookies and candy with tea and coffee. So having to consume evil green leafy things is horrifying. I’m going to try to throw some meals together either way and do what needs to be done. It doesn’t mean I won’t make faces while doing it though. 🤢😂

Beyond the two aforementioned things, I actually have some fantastic news to share with y’all! I have been trying to get a traditional day job for the last few weeks. I still plan on blogging full-time and I’m still going to school full-time in the pursuit of a Pharmacy Technology A.S. and the eventual Pharm.D (I can’t wait to be called Dr Grand Admiral Tofu King; it’s so fucking ridiculous and I love it), but I would like to pay down some personal debt and then start up a savings for an emergency. I’ve been blessed and privileged enough to not have to worry about it thus far, but life has this fabulous way of bitch-slapping a motherfucker when we least expect it to, and I don’t want the anxiety of being supremely unprepared to hang over my wee head. Plus, I would love to have some spare change for bookish and gaming shenanigans.

Anyhoo, I say all that shtick to tell you that I finally got a day job! I woke up to a phone interview on Friday the 12th and after completing the interview, they offered me a job. I won’t be sharing where I’m working for privacy reasons, and also because it’s not really relevant to the work I do here, but I’m super duper excited. I will say that I shall have access to alcohol, so I may have to bug the wondrous and lovely Irina for some drinking shenanigan blog type content. The only thing I’m waiting for now is to pass the background check. Once that is all cleared and sorted, I shall be a working hooman who will probably spend their paycheck on a savings and fancy catnips for my kitty cooligans. Oh and cake. Always cake. 🍰

That about does it for my bi-weekly check-in with y’all. I’d love to know how you are doing! Please, come chat with me in the comments. Let me know what you’ve been up to and all that sweet, sweet jazz. Until next time, much love and kitty kisses to you! 😽

P.S. I don’t typically use emoji in normal posts. But since the point of Sunday Chai is to be chill and more of myself as I am in IRL, I figured why the fuck not. 😁 😁

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3 thoughts on “Sunday Chai & Chat: Getting a Day Job & the Woes of Physical Therapy

  1. Congratulations on the day job! I hope it works out well for you. Don’t worry about the physical therapy. It’ll get easier with time.

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