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Week Eight Recap (Dumb Healthcare)- #Whole60

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With four days left (including Wednesday), I found out new things about me and the stupefied healthcare providers that currently “support” me.

My “Crohn’s” cramps came back with a vengeance this week, and I had to get to the bottom of them to move forward. Okay, so maybe I’ve been eating a lot more potatoes and watermelon at work (the latter being a running gag with the Production Staff), and after my antibiotics, I could see myself potentially feeding the Candida overgrowth. I didn’t have this much watermelon at my disposal during January’s Whole30 run.

I took the day off from “Kidding” to recover from my cramps, and attempted a doctor’s appointment. When I called at 9:00 AM, I was notified of the once impossible-to-schedule doctor’s office’s amendment to their stuffed system; replaced with a walk-in option from 9-11 AM. I drove over by 9:15, and waited until 10 AM for the doctor to show up.

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Gardening 101

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*Note: This was a post that I had meant to write months ago, immediately after the summer gardening season, but I never got around to it. So now, it’s a memorial to one of the most hard-working people that I have ever known. 

This is for you, John “Jack” Caruso.

In my youth, my Father spent lots of time tending to our personal garden over the summer months in Northern Maine. My brother and I were however too lazy to help in any discernible way, and to subsequently learn a life lesson about hard work and dedication in the process. We sure did enjoy eating the fruits of his labor though!

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The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 10

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

With all of my “Farewell Tour” included, today was my tenth and final day of travel, journeying from Bangor, Maine (via Fort Kent) alllll the way to Los Angeles (well, Whittier for the night).

I awoke early in beautiful Flagstaff, AZ. These hour-shifts were really starting to mess with me. I was tired, but needed to get going, so I showered and off to breakfast I went. I couldn’t get over the beauty of this room.Read More »

The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 8

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

I won’t sugarcoat it: this was a long day. After last night’s showing of Doctor Strange, I drove back to the hotel and began to write Day 7, but soon realized the time: It was two o’clock A.M. Central, and I was used to Eastern, so it felt like three. I had to go to bed, and figured I’d finish this in the morning.

I got up around 9, and did in fact finish the blog post, but some issues with the uploading process ended up postponing its completion; not to mention I felt like a zombie whose lack of brains was killing him. Wait, did I just burn myself? Shit.

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The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 6

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

This day was the weirdest one for me yet. I wasn’t just “visiting” my friends and family, this time I was moving west. I’d been to Portland, saw friends both old and new, then went to Boston to spend some leisurely time with even more, and then saw my family in Connecticut, but this was the first day I had no more visits. It was do or die.

I thought about this notion in the shower this morning. I woke up to see the kids off for once (instead of sleeping well past their departure times). I set my alarm for six, and wouldn’t you know it? I woke up!

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The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 5

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

Day Five began a little earlier than yesterday. I woke up at 9 instead of 10:30. Immediately, I began to play with Connor, spending this extra day in Connecticut by enjoying every moment with all of the kids.

 

After we “walked” Connor, I finished Day 4‘s post, while eating breakfast: a blueberry bagel and a coffee, then we got ready and headed to pick up a few things for lunch and dinner. I’d been eating like a fatass, so I decided to grab some vegetables and made myself a salad.

My sister’s the superintendent of Sunday school at their church, so first we had to make a stop at the church to tidy up a bit. My job was to keep Connor company.

Easy.
He loves having his picture taken.

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The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 4

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

Day Four of the trip, and Day Two in Connecticut, I awoke way too late. Kylie and Connor had been up for five hours and she was ready to grocery shop.

Off we went to the WALMART NEIGHBORHOOD GROCERY?! That’s a thing? Yes, Wal-Mart had some stores where it was identical to a Hannaford or Stop and Shop; no department store items, just grocery.Read More »

The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 3

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.

I woke up early today, 6AM, to ensure I had enough time to meet my Aunt and Uncle in Connecticut. We planned on the Lucky Cup Restaurant for breakfast at 9AM. It only took two hours from Boston, but I wanted to make sure that I had some extra time, in order not to rush.Read More »

The Wayward Traveler Chronicles Day 1

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“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California. I put this name up there as a tentative placeholder until I could come up with a cooler name, but there isn’t a more apt title to describe my journey. When everything in my life told me I couldn’t, I simply refused to listen. And so, I begin my chronicle of the excursion across the United States.

Wow, the United States. I’ve been to only a handful of them, and I find my number unsettling, like a low number of sexual partners in your early 20s, for the number doesn’t really mean anything, but man, sometimes you wish it was higher. “If I could only live more!”

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