Did not realize it had been a month since my last entry.
It’s like a I do really well for a while, and then the next thing I know, I am spending all morning catching up on the 3 of you that I follow that write....
Not much to go on about. Will probably just waffle.
Officially permanent at work. 90 day period ended a couple weeks back, now on the benefits.
Had to use my first sick day yesterday… Tuesday woke up with soar throat, hard to swallow… ignored it for the most part, just kept myself masked an in my own little corner at work, and by Thursday two of the senior lawyers were yelling at me to go to the docs, and to not come in Friday. So that’s what I did Friday morning. On call doc figures viral infection. Did a swab for strep just in case and also gave me a scrip so I wouldn’t have to come back in for one if that’s what it is. But judging how I am feeling right now, I don’t think it is.. I am starting to feel like I am coming out the other side.. the Cough is the worse part, that started yesterday. Still here today… Sinuses which started Thursday seem to have begun clearing up today as well, so hopefully, see how tomorrow goes I can get back to normal work/gym life Monday.
Haven’t worked out since Tuesday…
I also haven’t seen any improvement physically .. but my eating is still probably garbage, and I have a sweet tooth the size of this continent.
Tracking the fuck out of it on MyFitnessPal, but i still feel like a bloated whale.
D went and bought himself a fitbit as well a couple weeks back, to help encourage himself, and to help see what he does on our Sundays
Worst part… I think we’ve been out once since he bought it....
Went to my first Powwow last weekend. Cycled from home, across the bridge to the sports center near work where it was being held on the Saturday. D decided he was gonna join me after work to cycle back together. He said he felt the same way lol
Felt like I was gonna die. He said he felt the same way lol. more hills and steeper/longer inclines then the trail system we normally go for like 3 hrs on like we did the week before.
Powwow was emotional for me. I wasn’t there 5min and I was a blubbering mess.
I actually scared D, I sent a pic with “Wtf is wrong with me” and he instantly thought I was having a panic attack, not realizing it was just me being an emotional tard as soon as the drum started while I was watching from the hall that led to the arena it was being held in, with a multitude of dancers on the floor.
It’s a part of my life I know nothing about. I have the blood from my mother, but she wasn’t raised in the culture, and in our small town, especially in the times we (respectively) grew up, especially where she was adopted, it was more of a stigma then something to be proud of. Because of course in the 70s, 80s, and 90s, (even still now) band life was looked down on. If you were on the rez, you were probably on welfare, and the government just kept covering up the problems. Still do.
So even though we’re not full, and she obviously has more than I, I know nothing about the culture I could have been a part of and I think that was part of it for me.
Talked to my boss about being there and what happened, her sister was married to a native woman before cancer took her, she said she understood the power of being at one. Especially your first. The worst part is, I have no idea where to go to learn without looking like an outsider.... cause i just look.... white.....
I did get some nice shots of a few of the different regalia outfits.
So much time and love goes in to those, it’s easy to see.