One of my earliest memories is my dad flicking quarters ahead of us while we were walking, an action which I probably didn’t notice at the time, then being coached to pick it up. I got a piggy bank at about the age of 5, and my dad would routinely do this ritual fostering excitement for found money and the need to save up. Safe to say, frugality was inborn but also a core value I grew up with. It’s historically been painful for me to spend. Internalized calculations of opportunity cost perpetual.
I’ve managed to live with the basics, clothed by garb from the thrift store my mom volunteers at, and applying cost benefit ratios in the grocery store, and striving for a life of temperance when it comes indulgent habits. I’m not a collector of things, but I do seem to have too much stuff regardless.
I have manifested an appreciation for simple pleasures and avoided getting caught up in brand name hysteria. But maybe this talent has come at a price. I’ve started thinking it’s imperative to start indulging and finding things I like.
I had an appointment with my nurse practitioner this morning, just before noon. She helped me understand the next steps of my upcoming health journey and pointed me to the BC Cancer site as a resource to answer my questions. I don’t think there is much point going down a rabbit hole of hypothetical scenarios and problems. I’m going to keep myself in the moment.
After leaving Monashee Medical Clinic, I popped into Out of the Cellar to see what I might want to give myself. I bought a candle, and some soap, and a beach towel/ scarf, which I have to learn how to use properly, and a card with a lovely saying that resonated with me.
Then I headed over to the pharmacy to fill my sleep aid prescription and did some more shopping around. I grabbed a Vitamin C brightening face mask, and some chips, and a magazine about ADHD, one of the many diagnoses I have been given in my life.
After this, I hit up the bakery and bought some fugasse bread and cheesecake to indulge in… the cheesecake still awaits as I write this.
It was just after 12:30 when I made it home to indulge in some lychee kombucha and bread. All in all, only $150 of damage and I already felt much better. I’m inspired into the spending spree methodology of cancer treatment because of a movie I saw on Netflix way back in 2013. I highly recommend The Guitar. It was uplifting.
After a brief nap, I decided I wanted steak for dinner. So I looked up the menu at the Velvet, a local restaurant at the ski hill. They had flank steak, so I went.
i ordered a Paper Plane cocktail, and the steak and indulged in the view of the mountain while I salivated. This was the best meal I’ve had in quite some time. Thankfully they did roasted baby potatoes and grilled carrots as an accompaniment, so I was able to eat most of the plate despite being a picky eater. The service was excellent, and the restaurant was oh so quiet at the end of ski season.
As I looked up Red, I thought of hiking it. It’s been a long time. My lungs got tested today as I walked downtown and back up to the house. I’m not in shape because I haven’t exercised in over 3 months, but I think I still have enough health to set the goal of getting up to the top of the mountain without the assistance of the chair lift. Summer will come on fast I think. I’m looking forward to it.
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