I figure I don't really have any other vices. I don't drink, or smoke; I eat decently well, I workout, I drink kombucha and diffuse essential oils; my only vice has always been the sun. In the summer I stay out for hours. I usually end up with quite the equestrian tan of beautifully dark arms and my legs 10 shades lighter. I love the summer. But March is hard.
It probably doesn't help that March has never really been happy for me. March break is a thing of the past; [again], I don't drink, so St. Patrick's Day isn't my thing. Instead, I have memories of recovering from both transplants in March: my first transplant - February 29th, 2000 and my second transplant - March 9th, 2011. While I will not be having a transplant in March this year, I am getting constant reminders that it's coming. The fatigue, insomnia (yup, together is a super fun combination - I'm chronically exhausted, but I can't sleep), irritability (it's an actual symptom of kidney failure - although I don't see the fatigue and insomnia helping), lack of attention span, lack of appetite, and probably my least favourite - water retention. I'm sloshing as I like to put it. Mainly the water rentention is a side effect from my blood pressure medication, but edema in the ankles is a kidney thing. So, needless to say I'm a little grumpy. It's all uncomfortable.
Because none of this is new, I do have a pretty good system in place for getting through March (so close!). I focus on the little things that make me happy: investing in fresh flowers every week (white flowers are my favourite for future reference, but tulips of any colour make me happy), making sure I get my pony visits in, enjoying the sun when it does make an appearance, tea, new yummy oils to diffuse, snuggles with Harlow and trying to maintain as much of a normal routine as I can. I am still very much a type A personality after all, routine makes me happy. And April will be here before we know it - come on spring!