Now to climb.

This past weekend was exciting; I packed my bags and flew to California to attend cabi Fashion Week for Spring 2024. Cabi is my new business that husband and I have embarked. We’ve converted our front room into a home boutique, and I’ve been a cabi personal stylist for one fun season. Trying hard to start this adventure with fun and service and determination.

I knew this would be hard with chronic illness and I’m juggling as fast as I can. I never would have done something so big without my husband’s encouragement and partnership. I call him the CEO, accountant, technical & IT director, set designer, and photographer. I’m just the smile.

And I do love it. As a cabi Stylist, I get to do the funnest job – serve women, help them build a closet that makes them feel beautiful & confident with amazing value, enduring, and on trend clothing. It’s like I’m still an RN but a little different. Service makes me incredibly happy and rewarded. It is my love language.

I arrived in Cali on Wednesday. Thursday and Friday and Saturday were full of fashion shows and classes and communion with other stylists. I wore my #cabicute and took notes… and died a little more each minute. Today, Sunday, was a day full of travel home… canceled flights, hours without food, waiting, later flights, little sleep, and rough travel trying to beat the Austin winter storm snap.

When I finally made it to baggage, my wonderful second son was waiting for me and my heart leaped as I jumped into his bear hug.

We made it home without sliding off the road… and it was wonderful: great discussions about my trip, recent flicks, and all sorts of conversation.

I am Home. In PJs. Ice on head, heat on back and sciatic. My body is a swollen balloon, and everything is flaring. I am in so much pain that I can’t sleep. I’ve been awake 24 hours, and I know the crash and burn are coming. And that is slightly completely terrifying. Like jumping off a cliff while on fire, watching the approaching razor wire on the ground as I get closer and closer to impaling it.

Now to climb.

I worked very hard to keep up with the other stylists these last 4 days. What a beautiful disaster I was: trying, trying to make it to 08:00 start of day (I’d usually made it at about 15-30 min late). I found a quiet corner – or even out in the open – to rest before the next session, then drag myself to the next class. On the third day, I could do it no longer; I had to skip out on the last 2 classes and go back to the hotel room to rest for the closing party Saturday night. After eating at the closing party, and skipping out a couple hours early (about 20:00) my friend and mentor said: “Can we take off our shoes and just walk back to the room barefoot?” I practically danced! Kicked my cute pink stiletto mules off, grabbed them, and skipped through the convention hall, across the cement courtyard, through the grungy carpeted hotel and into the room. SKIPPED! Margaret followed me and observed: “Look at you! You’re like the reverse of normal people – you’re dead tired during the day, but come alive at night!” I literally stopped in my skipping tracks – she was 100% correct! I affirmed: “You are absolutely correct! I struggle to get out of bed before noon but sometimes have an energy burst from about 19:30-22:30 hours. That’s when I try to get some things done! That’s why staying overnight with my grandbabyboy from 22:00-08:00 is the best “shift” for me! It’s when I’m able to do my cabi work or even clean a tiny bit around the house. It’s only about an hour or two, and it doesn’t happen every night, but it’s completely backward and pointless and sad. Very very very sad. I wish it wasn’t my reality.”

And here I am at 05:00… finally in my bed, finally safe at home, my ice, my heat finally next to my love and soulmate. I’m looking at my elevated feet… so swollen, so much pain… in my head (from travel, activity, weather and altitude). I have my medicines in my belly … and I’m hoping they start to help soon.

This was a hard trip. This was a lot of work. And I know recovery will take weeks. I will do this because… I will do this… because not living is not an option.

Breathe. In and out. Allow the medicine to start working on the pain and anxiety and adrenaline. Get more ice. This one is already lost its chill. Tell my sleeping beauty husband to roll on his right side because he’s snoring.

I will do this. I’ve done so much already!Now to climb.

Friday was a FULL FULL day of classes and communion and comradery… topped off with an out-of-this-world Italian dinner! Dreams do come true! Amo il cibo Italiano!

Home trying to heal, trying to sleep! Hurting and hurting more! Good night all!

**Day two home update: I got SICK! Gah. I knew it was a huge risk since I’m immunocompromised and a chronic illness fabulous professional patient. Sigh. Appt set for sick check tomorrow at my primary doc office. It may be strep or flu. Covid home test negative. If I’ve gotten my grandbabyboy his first illness, I’ll never forgive myself. On the other hand, I’ve unpacked but haven’t attempted laundry. I’ve unboxed the cabi collection with significant and amazing help from my daughter-in-love, Courtney, but haven’t been able to do any significant “work” for the season diving board. I’m so disappointed in myself. Friends coming into town for a weekend visit, dust bunnies in every room, Christmas decorations everywhere needing to be put away, and dirty bathrooms surround me. Too weak to make it to my computer in the Boutique to do “work” and follow up. Sore throat, serious migraine, fever of 100°, massive body aches. Here’s the thing: when Chronics get ill, it’s not the same as normal people getting ill. We are ill with flu-like symptoms+ every single day. Getting ill makes us practically hospice patients. It’s bloody ridiculous.

Cheers & best wishes to healing, All!💓

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