Sunday Seven: Week Two

Guys, let's be honest for a second here.  This week's #SundaySeven almost didn't happen. It was a busy week, full of all kinds of adventures. My camera died, friend is still in the hospital, I lost and regained my health insurance, I dealt with my own health issues, and more. Rather than me blabbing it all here at the top, let's say it with pictures. This week's #SundaySeven in a somewhat chronological order...

 

 At our house, Monday nights mean roommate dinners. This particular day was one where I struggled greatly with some anxiety, and my lovely roommate Christina (in red) happened to also be feeling sick that day. Dinner happened to be nothing special in the way of food, just some vegetable soup and crackers. But if you look behind the cup, you'll see some lovely Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar. I had a mentor and friend in college who swore by this stuff as a bit of a cure all. Feeling sick? ACV. Acne? ACV. Upset Stomach? ACV. Just had your heart broken? ACV. Not sure what you want to do with the rest of your life? ACV. I remember many a times drinking a hot cup of watered down vinegar at her house. As a result, just the smell of hot apple cider vinegar (a smell most people find pungent and unpleasant) soothes me. It's the strangest of all comfort foods, and really helps me when I'm feeling nervous about something. So I shared this tradition with my lovely roommate at our dinner. She said she felt loved, but she did not enjoy the vinegar. Oh well. More for me I suppose?

At our house, Monday nights mean roommate dinners. This particular day was one where I struggled greatly with some anxiety, and my lovely roommate Christina (in red) happened to also be feeling sick that day. Dinner happened to be nothing special in the way of food, just some vegetable soup and crackers. But if you look behind the cup, you'll see some lovely Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar. I had a mentor and friend in college who swore by this stuff as a bit of a cure all. Feeling sick? ACV. Acne? ACV. Upset Stomach? ACV. Just had your heart broken? ACV. Not sure what you want to do with the rest of your life? ACV. I remember many a times drinking a hot cup of watered down vinegar at her house. As a result, just the smell of hot apple cider vinegar (a smell most people find pungent and unpleasant) soothes me. It's the strangest of all comfort foods, and really helps me when I'm feeling nervous about something. So I shared this tradition with my lovely roommate at our dinner. She said she felt loved, but she did not enjoy the vinegar. Oh well. More for me I suppose?

 Monday while at work, Chica and I were out for a walk when a sudden rainstorm caught us by surprise. Fortunately we were near the lovely  Weiland's Market  in Clintonville, so we took refuge inside. As we roamed the aisles, we happened upon this beauty of a sign. Sometimes the best camera you have is the one you have on you, and this time I only had my phone. Quality might not be up to my typical standards, but this is a fun picture to remember this adventure by. 

Monday while at work, Chica and I were out for a walk when a sudden rainstorm caught us by surprise. Fortunately we were near the lovely Weiland's Market in Clintonville, so we took refuge inside. As we roamed the aisles, we happened upon this beauty of a sign. Sometimes the best camera you have is the one you have on you, and this time I only had my phone. Quality might not be up to my typical standards, but this is a fun picture to remember this adventure by. 

 However you feel about the ACA,  it has been hugely helpful to me in this phase of my life. Since I work for a private family, I purchase my own health insurance through the marketplace. Tuesday I went to pick up a prescription only to find out that due to a clerical error, my insurance had been "terminated". It was a hot mess. I'm on a myriad of things to control migraines and other issues, and I can not afford to not have health insurance. Fortunately, by Wednesday, the issue was resolved, and I was able to pick up my medications. This is my "meds bag". Some of these things I have to take daily, and others only as needed. I really hope that if Obamacare gets repealed, it gets replaced with something better. Otherwise, I know my health will suffer.

However you feel about the ACA,  it has been hugely helpful to me in this phase of my life. Since I work for a private family, I purchase my own health insurance through the marketplace. Tuesday I went to pick up a prescription only to find out that due to a clerical error, my insurance had been "terminated". It was a hot mess. I'm on a myriad of things to control migraines and other issues, and I can not afford to not have health insurance. Fortunately, by Wednesday, the issue was resolved, and I was able to pick up my medications. This is my "meds bag". Some of these things I have to take daily, and others only as needed. I really hope that if Obamacare gets repealed, it gets replaced with something better. Otherwise, I know my health will suffer.

 Thursday, I had a failed Lumbar Puncture (also called a Spinal Tap). I won't give you the gory details, but it was excruciating. Though invasive, it's not supposed to be a particularly painful test. I could not tolerate it. The doctor tried at least 10 times to position the needle correctly, and hit nerves and bone each time. I have had my fair share of broken bones and medical issues, but I have never experienced such terrible pain. Pain that shot down my legs and all the way across my abdomen. Pain that made my head spin until I was nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. I begged the nurse to tell me a story to distract me, but she would not. After many tries, the doctor gave up (PRAISE THE LORD) and told me that they couldn't get what they needed, so I would have to schedule a new one at the hospital (Oh what fun...). I was instructed to lie on my back until my ride came to get me. This was my view when I called roommate Alaine. Nothing inherently beautiful about the subject matter of this phone photo, but I will never forget the procedure.

Thursday, I had a failed Lumbar Puncture (also called a Spinal Tap). I won't give you the gory details, but it was excruciating. Though invasive, it's not supposed to be a particularly painful test. I could not tolerate it. The doctor tried at least 10 times to position the needle correctly, and hit nerves and bone each time. I have had my fair share of broken bones and medical issues, but I have never experienced such terrible pain. Pain that shot down my legs and all the way across my abdomen. Pain that made my head spin until I was nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. I begged the nurse to tell me a story to distract me, but she would not. After many tries, the doctor gave up (PRAISE THE LORD) and told me that they couldn't get what they needed, so I would have to schedule a new one at the hospital (Oh what fun...). I was instructed to lie on my back until my ride came to get me. This was my view when I called roommate Alaine. Nothing inherently beautiful about the subject matter of this phone photo, but I will never forget the procedure.

 Chicadee's mama is a dentist. When she found out that I have been grinding my teeth in my sleep, she offered to make me a night guard. Above, you will see a lovely plaster cast of my top row of teeth, and the beautiful guard that was made for me. I have never had a more unusual or useful #workperk.

Chicadee's mama is a dentist. When she found out that I have been grinding my teeth in my sleep, she offered to make me a night guard. Above, you will see a lovely plaster cast of my top row of teeth, and the beautiful guard that was made for me. I have never had a more unusual or useful #workperk.

 I hate this picture for two main reasons: 1. It's a picture of food that I took with my phone. It was delicious and beautiful, and this photo doesn't do it any kind of justice. and 2. It's not the picture I should have taken on Saturday.  You see, my dad traveled 2 hours each direction to come fix my dryer. I wish I would have had the presence of mind to take a photo of that process. It would have been far more interesting, and years from now when my dad is older, it would have been more valuable to me than a picture of a delicious bowl of noodles. My dad is great at fixing things, and never shies away from a home improvement project. He has a marvelous servant's heart, and does this kind of thing often. I really appreciate him doing things like this for me, and I'm sure I don't tell him often enough. I'll have to capture one of his other acts of kindness sometime later this year. For now, I'll have to be content with a picture of the lunch that we shared after fixing the dryer.

I hate this picture for two main reasons: 1. It's a picture of food that I took with my phone. It was delicious and beautiful, and this photo doesn't do it any kind of justice. and 2. It's not the picture I should have taken on Saturday.

You see, my dad traveled 2 hours each direction to come fix my dryer. I wish I would have had the presence of mind to take a photo of that process. It would have been far more interesting, and years from now when my dad is older, it would have been more valuable to me than a picture of a delicious bowl of noodles. My dad is great at fixing things, and never shies away from a home improvement project. He has a marvelous servant's heart, and does this kind of thing often. I really appreciate him doing things like this for me, and I'm sure I don't tell him often enough. I'll have to capture one of his other acts of kindness sometime later this year. For now, I'll have to be content with a picture of the lunch that we shared after fixing the dryer.

 Last but not least, Sunday. Yesterday evening and most of this morning I was dealing with a migraine, which means I fell a bit behind in my household chores. We do not have a dishwasher in our house, so we do things the old fashioned way, and scrub them by hand. Here's my sink full of dirty dishes, to remind you that your house doesn't always have to be perfect in your photos. Remember things as they are, not how you wish they would be. Sometimes that means a bit of clutter and some dirty dishes. That's okay. Pro tip: trying to memorize the scriptures above the sink and/or watching Netflix on your phone makes dish washing a lot more fun

Last but not least, Sunday. Yesterday evening and most of this morning I was dealing with a migraine, which means I fell a bit behind in my household chores. We do not have a dishwasher in our house, so we do things the old fashioned way, and scrub them by hand. Here's my sink full of dirty dishes, to remind you that your house doesn't always have to be perfect in your photos. Remember things as they are, not how you wish they would be. Sometimes that means a bit of clutter and some dirty dishes. That's okay. Pro tip: trying to memorize the scriptures above the sink and/or watching Netflix on your phone makes dish washing a lot more fun

So now friends, it's up to you! I've already seen a few #SundaySeven posts and I'm loving them! Baylie who captured her husband and son giving the baby a bath, and Tori who captured some excellent detail shots of the sweetest little people in the Life House at COTP! Keep up the good work, and don't forget to share your photos with the #SundaySeven hashtag and tag Kiwiphoto so we can enjoy all of them! It's never too late to join in on the fun, and when you do, you'll have a chance to win one of FOUR Day in The Life Documentary sessions we'll be giving away this year. Encourage your friends to join in on the #SundaySeven challenge!