This past weekend was wonderful. I went to Huntington Library and Gardens with my boyfriend and absolutely loved it! If you live in So CA and haven’t been there, please make a point to do so. The nerd in me was thrilled to see original and rare manuscripts of British and American texts, including medieval texts, such as Piers Plowman(!) and the Canterbury Tales(!), and works by Shakespeare. I also loved seeing old medical texts and their illustrations of the post-mortem:
The morbid melancholy person in me is fascinated, and yet disturbed, by this stuff. I loved this one by Bernhard Siegfried Albinus (1749). Is it weird I want to get a print of it to hang up in my house? Yeaaa….
Walking through the beautiful gardens was also incredible. I felt like I was continually being transported through time and geographic regions. A few of the destinations your eyes, nose and mind can travel to include the Japanese gardens, rose gardens, desert “gardens,” palm gardens, and the Rose Hills Foundation Conservatory for Botanical Science where you get hit with warm air upon entering and get to see, feel and smell a lush tropical forest.
They also have an amazing art collection of American, British & French pieces dating from the 1690s to 1950s. It’s just an experience walking through the galleries, which are housed in different buildings with luxurious architecture that is in and of itself a masterpiece.
Apparently my mom and dad used to visit this place together all the time. I can see why it would be of particular appeal to both – my mom loves gardens and gardening (she’s created a Costa-Rican-style rainforest in her own backyard!); my dad is a book nerd like me. It’s weird to imagine them there together, three young kids in tow, still married and in love. Well, I can’t be sure about the love part. Hmm how did I get here?
Anyhow! The whole point that I was hoping to get to was much less about gardens and books and much more about the fact that despite enjoying this adventure with my boyfriend, I couldn’t help be hyper-conscious of my disintegrating body, which was clearly not happy walking for three hours straight. For the past couple of months, I’ve been facing an onslaught of body-related complications from feet problems to hip problems to throat problems to body aches to joint pain (even in my hands!) to dizzy spells. I have no idea what’s going on and it’s been incredibly hard to diagnose because I don’t know what’s related to what. I’ve seen an orthopedist for my feet who took an x-ray and did not find anything. So, he advised simply to rest. When I went to see him, though, it had already been a month of self-imposed rest (and no running!). I was unhappy to not get a diagnosis. Yesterday, I saw a podiatrist who noted that I pronate in a way that is stressing my feet, so he prescribed orthodics and said I could try running. While hearing that I could run was music to my ears (seeing as I have gone insane from not running), I also am afraid to try it out. If I’m still experiencing foot pain, shouldn’t I hold off on running until the pain is gone? On Monday I had to leave the office early because I was experiencing throat pain which was resonating all through my head and chest. I have been experiencing inflammation in my throat for months now but I’ve tried to push it from my mind as much as possible. I went to see my doctor that day because I feared I might faint and she couldn’t find anything by simply glancing into my throat. She said there could be a possible infection or allergies, but she could not tell for sure. I have never had allergies, but the doc indicated that you can get them as an adult.
I am sick of going to doctors and them not having definitive answers for me; but I know it’s better to not get a definitive answer, when there isn’t one, than to just get told it’s “x” to appease my need for knowing what I’m dealing with. I have appointments scheduled to see an ENT doctor and to get my blood tested for pretty much everything, but I have to wait a couple of weeks until then. If there’s one thing I can say for sure, it’s that I have always been grateful for my health even when I have not been grateful for the way I look. So, now having all of these problems and not being able to work out like I used to (and need to for sanity), I’m feeling sad and a bit miserable, but also grateful that I so rarely have any health problems at all. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I can get to the bottom of some of these issues.
The Cranky One