I was talking to my sister today, like I do everyday, during her lunch break. She usually drives to some organic whole food market for healthy food (except the other day she totally went on mission to get chips and salsa from Publix). At least it wasn’t salt and vinegar chips for which we both share an affinity for their greasy, salty goodness.
We continue to talk as she navigates through the south Florida traffic. I hear her horn often, and I can almost visualize her frustration as she’s screaming at the elderly drivers of Pompano Beach. Welcome to Florida, the geriatric Capitol of the U.S. I digress.
Once inside the sanity of the market I help her with the tedious decision of what to eat. “Should I get the turkey burger or the chicken salad,” she asks me. Then before I could answer I was shoved into her purse, and I hear her inquiring with someone at the deli counter if there were breadcrumbs in the turkey burger. Apparently so. Who puts breadcrumbs in a turkey burger anyway? I guess she got the chicken salad.
I always know when she’s checking out because the sounds of the bustling store become muffled and faint. I’m in the purse again. We continue our conversations as she hurries to her car to eat. I always enjoy lunch in my car when I’m alone too so I can’t judge. I love this time on the phone I get to visit with my sister. We talk about life, and how we want to have farmhouses down the road from each other. We always seem to touch on health issues, food, recipes, boys, and our cats. More recently we have focused on her upcoming wedding in January 2016 and how hot it is in Florida. I think the latter topic comes up every time I talk to her as she sits in her car. In Florida. Where it’s 90 plus degrees on a daily basis. It’s hard not to sweat in the sunshine state. Or complain about profusely sweating. On the one hand I’m happy that my husband and I moved to Massachusetts, but on the other I’m so far away from my dad, my step dad, and my beautiful sister.
My sister has really been so important in my journey to “feel” better. I can divulge all my agonizing health symptoms to her and I’m never embarrassed or ashamed. Many times we share similar ailments, and it’s somewhat comforting. I feel I’m not alone in my suffering. Sure many people online connect over things like this. But it’s not the same as someone you love understanding what it’s like to have bouts of low blood sugar or raging period cramps. I can tell her I’m stuffing my face with a peanut butter spoon, or I’m curled in a ball on the bed and she just gets it.
Since I was a teenager I’ve been trying to uncover what was afflicting my mom, my sister and I. I’ve been to so many doctors. After so many failed attempts to find a doctor that actually helped, my sister and I scoured the Internet for answers, often sharing things we learned during our phone visits. Today was different, though. Revolutionary. She suggested I start a blog to document our journey. But it would be more than just the resolution of a multi-generation medical mystery. It would be about life, recipes, thrift shop finds, science, gardening, decorating, and cats; a reflection of the diverse conversations my sister and I share during our hour escape from the daily grind. Welcome to Life and Theory.