I had a lot to look forward to for this last week and a half. Last weekend I attended a photography workshop in Portland which, in a word, was amazing. This weekend Travis and I went to Sunriver Resort, my birthday present from him.
On Wednesday evening, at work, a wrench got thrown into my great week. For those who don’t know, I work at a credit union call center taking calls from members. I was sitting in my cubicle opening a membership for a guy and my stomach went from feeling completely normal to twisting in knots in a matter of minutes. I promptly finished the call with the guy and after about 15 minutes of slightly-panicked contemplation and severe pain, I approached my supervisor and asked to leave. That night I experienced some of the worst pain I’ve ever endured.
The next morning I went to the doctor and found out I had an ovarian cyst rupture. Without getting too graphic it means I’ll be in pain for awhile. From what I’ve read online it can take anywhere between a week and 6 – 8 weeks to recover. I am desperately hoping my recovery will be a speedy one.
Needless to say, I wasn’t really up for riding bikes and hiking all over Sunriver, but with the combination of the awesome room Travis got us and the unfortunate drizzly weather we were pretty well confined to our cozy room anyway.

On Saturday, in the middle of the day while I blogged photos from the workshop and Travis napped on the bed beside me, I realized that I had never been on a vacation where I just relaxed. Ever. All of my vacations in the past have been pretty packed with activities to do and sights to see and when I would come home I’d always need a day or two to recover… from vacation!

Even if I hadn’t been hurting I definitely would have enjoyed the rest and relaxation. Thanks again, Travis, for providing me with such a lovely trip!

I’m back home now, eating green beans and rice and popping pain medications. Tomorrow I’ll have to suck it up and go to school. But regardless I feel absolutely blessed to have such amazing people in my life and experiences that turn into warm memories. The pain is less than ideal, but because it’s so overshadowed by the good in my life it’s easier to endure.
Oh, and cinnamon roll french toast with apple compote didn’t hurt anything either. :)
