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Treat yo self weekend

My Friday started with an MRI.

brain

(You’re probably wondering “how does that qualify as a treat?” Just trust me.)

After I got my head examined, I had to run some other personal errands so I took the day off. It was a beautiful day in NYC – very unlike our typical Augusts – and I was feeling better than I have most days since the concussion.

Last Friday was also payday. It felt like a perfect Treat Yo Self day.

I started with breakfast-for-lunch at Delicatessen. If you go there, order bacon. Theirs is so good.

Deli

After brunch, I was ready to shop.

I went to Bloomingdale’s SoHo and got this Marc by Marc Jacobs black tote to replace my new-but-already-ratty Banana Republic bag.

I also got this cute Rebecca Minkoff quilted leather bag.

Photo via TheTrendDiaries.com

OK so I didn’t stop there.

I also got a pair of Belle by Sigerson Morrison sandals which I, unfortunately, can’t find online. These are the shoes I was looking for but, alas, Bloomingdale’s didn’t have my size.

The best part was the sales: I spent less than $400.

OK maybe the best part was the whiskey sour I had Friday night at Bowery Hotel. But that’s another story.

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There’s a beach in Williamsburg?

One of the things I love most about life in NYC is the sense that I can never completely know it. There will always be secrets to uncover. Something new replacing something old. Mysteries just down the block.

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

And here’s one: a beach of sorts right in my neighborhood.

OK, so it’s not South Beach, or even the Rockaways. But I had no idea you could get so close to the shore of the East River.

Who knows: maybe in a few more years, we’ll really want to.

They call me Calamity Jane

My parents, that is. More for the way it sounds, I guess, versus the actual person.

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I have thought, recently, that my life is pretty great, although it would be great if I could stay out of my own way. Broken bones and other minor catastrophes have been interruptions of really happy times.

And then I did it again: last Tuesday, I hit the back of my head on a shelf. I have surely hit my head harder – getting in and out of the Kenya van and on US Air regional jets, for two examples.

But for whatever reason, I saw stars this time. And when I tried to tell someone what happened, I couldn’t get the right words from my head to my mouth. And then I cried.

I didn’t go to the hospital or the doctor until Wednesday. They said I have a concussion but no bleeding in my brain (!!) or anything. They told me to rest.

At first, the plot of Law & Order reruns was too much to comprehend. The sun felt too bright. I suddenly needed my glasses to watch TV.

Until Sunday, the worst of my concussion was the dizziness. Oh, and the utter boredom of resting without reading or writing much.

On Sunday my parents visited and I took a cab to the city. The ride made me dizzy and nauseated but I thought I’d be OK. At first, I was.

family

But then I crashed. Hard.

Approximately forty-five minutes in, my head began throbbing and the dizziness required me to rest my head on the wall behind my seat. I couldn’t finish my lunch. Mom and Dad sent me home.

This totally sucks. I cannot recommend that you get yourself a concussion when presented with the option.

Avoid.

Sidebar: I requested a stupid Uber. A driver confirmed and for whatever reason, I added my destination. Time passed, I opened the app to check for the driver’s ETA and…nothing. Apparently the driver didn’t want to go to Williamsburg, canceled and I didn’t get a notification. Fortunately I found a yellow cab soon after and within thirty minutes, I was in my bed.

Did you have a good weekend?

The best word for describing my weekend:

Freemans

Yeah.

I had pancakes at brunch at Freemans with Adrienne. Dinner of chicken parm and pasta from Max. Pancakes again at brunch at Spring Natural Kitchen with my Kenya trip friend Caroline.

Spring Natural Kitchen

By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.

My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about food was “Oh well.”

I’ll worry about exercise tomorrow.

I am hungry ALL THE TIME

Yesterday was Day 7 of my medically-suggested gluten-free month.

In short, I am hungry all the time. You should buy me this shirt right now.

who-said-i-don-t-have-feelings

Via Skreened.com

I am also cranky. My joints feel somewhat better, but I otherwise do not feel any different. Except hungry.

Breakfast is still The Worst. When I walk into Starbucks, my mouth waters for the pastries I cannot order.

Without Kind Honey & Oat Clusters and Noosa coconut yogurt, I probably would have quit this experiment already.

Do you think I’ll make it thirty days? I don’t.

:-(

Update: I quit the same day this was published after a chat with my doctor. Happily I’m no longer hungry!

Are you sick of hearing about Kenya?

Diana and friends

Serious question: are you sick of hearing about my trip to Kenya? I ask because I have a lot more stories I can share, if you’re into it.

 

I won’t be mad if you say “yeah, enough.” Actually, I won’t know if you said yes because it’s an anonymous poll

 

My week in music

Last week I had the food fortune to attend two great concerts.

On Monday, Adrienne (aka @Full_of_Moxie) and I saw Ms. Lauryn Hill at Brooklyn Bowl.

Lauryn Forgive the photo quality–the lighting proved challenging. I really wanted to get a shot of her cute outfit but…it was not to be. Continue reading