The story

I took a little time today to chat with a friend and I gave a brief synopsis of what all has happened to my health over the last 2.5 years. It was good to remember a bit about where I've been vs. where I am today.

It was 3 years ago this month that I got my first full-time (40+ hr/wk) job. This means that I have just graduated from BYU and road-tripped back home. I am living my myself for the first time EVER and I love it! I just found out that I am going to be sent to Atlanta for 2 weeks for training for work, where I will get my own hotel suite in a nice hotel, and I'm feeling pretty special.

Fast forward 5 months. I'm loving work. I have a boyfriend who loves the outdoors as much as I do, I'm making money...life is good. It's the 4th of July week of 2009 and I'm down in Destin, FL spending the week sailing and hanging out with Danny's family. This is the first time that I noticed that I was kind of tired--more so than usual, even for playing outside in the heat. So I think, maybe I'm a little dehydrated. I bought some Gatorade and slept a little more.

2 weeks later, I'm at work and I'm struggling. I'm beginning to think I'm sick. I'm sleeping about 12 hrs/day (every minute I'm not at work) and my eyes are having difficulty keeping my computer screen in focus, not to mention that my mouth is so dry ALL THE TIME that I feel like I've been sucking on cotton balls (I had to keep water at my desk, so I could swallow some before I had to speak to anyone).

I make what is to become my first of MANY doctors visits. I walk into a facility, and the doctor there runs labs and tests, but has no idea. So, I go home to wait for the results of the bloodwork. All clear. Little did I know, this was the first time of many that I would hear this statement and baffle my doctor.

To be continued...