Yesterday, my husband was working on something in our garage and I had been inside with our sick kid for most of the day avoiding a trip to the grocery store.  The sun was so lovely coming through the windows.  Sick Kid and Dog kept moving around the living room but for very different reasons.  Dog was chasing the sun and Sick Kid was running from it.    I had been outside with him for about 5 minutes when I decided to lie down right there in the driveway.

Phone down, eyes closed, breathing deeply, I was there for a few minutes when Jason remarked, “You know, I don’t understand a lot of your crack pot wellness stuff, but THAT, that I get.”   I had to giggle…ok, snort, at him because I knew exactly from where the sentiment came.  I have tried (and will likely keep trying) all kinds of quirky treatments in hopes of finding relief of my stupid fibromyalgia.  In conversations, I’ve clarified numerous times that I’m sure even my own husband probably thinks I’m a quack.  His silence doesn’t fool me for even a minute.  And I am very well aware that some things are further out there than others.  (Also, I’m totally fine not only being a little quirky but letting him think that I am.  Adds character and keeps him on his toes.)

See, my vitamin D tends to run low.   Pause:  If you feel like crap, just go on and make yourself an appointment right now to have your Vitamin D, Vitamin B and Iron levels checked.  Go ahead.  I’ll wait…….   I’m sitting here waiting because these little asshole low levels have been the cause of my exhaustion and crying in the grocery store more than once.  Turns out, when I’m weak and exhausted, the grocery store is my arch nemesis. (Who knew?)   I don’t hate grocery shopping in general.  I just hate it when I feel like shit on a cracker.   And when my levels are low, I can’t get ahead of them.  Thus, my weekly shopping trip becomes harder and harder.  By the time I am within a few aisles of marking everything off the list, I can barely push the cart.  And for the love, please do not ask me to get bottled water AND sports drinks on the same trip.  Do you know how heavy that cart becomes when you put detergent, 2 gallons of milk (the children are eating us out of house and home, send money!), food for a week, bottled water AND sports drinks?  No?  Well, let me tell you, TOO DAMN HEAVY.  Heavy enough to bring tears.   That’s how heavy.

You know what does NOT help vitamin D levels?  Rain.  Clouds.  LACK OF SUN.  Listen, don’t crucify me here because I DO actually chase my children around with sunscreen like the helicopter mom that I like NOT to believe I am… BUT… hear me out…I may wait 20-30 minutes before I put on my own life jacket, uhm, sunscreen.   Or I may immediately apply it places that will easily burn but give my legs time to soak in some sunshine.  Is this the right way to protect my skin?  Am I soaking in some vitamin D even through my sunscreen?  I have not one single clue and I don’t give one single damn.  And of all the crazy stuff I read up on, this ain’t gonna be one of them.  I know that I feel better when I absorb some of that lovely vitamin D STRAIGHT FROM THE BEAUTIFUL SUN…even if it means a little pink here and there and even if it means being sprawled out in my driveway on the first sunny February day we’ve had in over a week!   And the fact that The Hubs “gets it”?  Well, that’s a bonus.

Now, go make an appointment.  I know you were fake dialing earlier.  Still waiting…