Thanksgiving 2009
Thursday, November 26th, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving! [via]
Happy Thanksgiving! [via]
I’m not going to totally go into it but let’s just say that the desk clerk gave me very poor customer service, and I was already upset because of the sick cats and from being absolutely exhausted. If I’m unable to reschedule the fitness test due to their cancellation policy (that the desk clerk was unclear about), then whatever. It’s a free service anyway. But OK, part of me still wants that girl fired.
Wow. What an utterly boring post this is!

Most people wouldn’t think of grad school as being fun times, but they were. Our department was big on Halloween and held a party every year. My friends and I were the bridal party from hell, as you can see here. I think I found the most hideous of the bridesmaid dresses, if I do say so myself.
Another friend kindly took our picture. Happy Halloween!
Most of you already know that Brian and I road tripped it to Columbus, OH, over Labor Day weekend. Well, I finally finished uploading the pictures to Flickr for everyone to enjoy and love!
You can see them here: Columbus 2009. I’ve written descriptions on some of the pictures for people unfamiliar with Buckeyes and Ohio State tradition — and believe me, there’s a lot of them!
Some highlights of the trip include:
We’re looking forward to taking this trip again next year!
Many of you already know that Brian and I took an extra long weekend for a vacation in Columbus, OH. No, Columbus isn’t New York or San Francisco, but it’s where we met and fell in love 10 years ago.
We’re also huge Buckeyes fans and had tickets to the opening game, which happened to fall on Brian’s birthday. I got to meet a fellow Buckeye fan and blog friend, Heather, for the first time, and we had a blast. Pictures and more vacation highlights to follow in an upcoming post.
Brian and I haven’t taken a vacation, not counting visiting family, since the last time we went to a game. That was September 4, 2004 — 5 years ago — when we watched Ohio State beat Cincinnati. We may have gone to 1 or 2 other games since I graduated in 2002, but we’ve never been anywhere else because we didn’t have a honeymoon.
Money isn’t necessarily the reason we haven’t done more traveling. My depression is. This recent trip has been planned since June or July and when we made the decision, I was worried that we’d have to cancel at the last minute because I would feel too depressed to go anywhere. Not knowing how you feel from day to day is frustrating. However, I resolved that I would go no matter what. I showed up to celebrate Mother’s Day for my mom here in Chicago, even though I hadn’t once showered the previous 2 weeks. I don’t think she cared about that; I think she was just happy I was there. And that’s what counts — that I showed up. Since then I’ve been doing pretty good about keeping my commitments, but I’ve stumbled a few times.
Still, going out of town is more complicated. Not only is there the depression to contend with, but there’s the IBS. Medication helps me to be regular, but sometimes I have accidents. This is embarrassing, discouraging, and anxiety-inducing. Not only that, anxiety can induce the lack of control. For me, it increases my depression and self-loathing. It’s reached the point where I’m sometimes afraid to leave the apartment. Most days I won’t go anywhere until after I’ve had a BM because I don’t like going in public places. Also, I absolutely hate having to depend on Depends when I’m neither potty training nor super-elderly. I’ve accepted that diapers are sometimes a necessary thing, but I don’t like it.
This trip was not without some accidents. I tried really hard not to let it discourage me, but each day was jam-packed with activity, all of which was stressful — not bad stress, but stress just the same. The night before we left was the worst, and because we didn’t pack enough diapers (sounds silly since we don’t have kids), Brian had to find a pharmacy that was open 24 hours and drive there at 3 in the morning. Columbus doesn’t have a Walgreens on just about every corner like Chicago does. I was practically in tears from the pain and the worry about the trip home, but it turned out fine. Still, having to deal with this is tough.
But we had a great time, which is the important thing. I got out of bed every day and did stuff and had lots of fun. I’m proud of myself for going to the game and for keeping our dinner date with Heather and her husband, despite my last-minute anxiety. I wish we could have stayed a little longer, but I’m glad that I got through it all, the good and the bad, and that we’re home.