You Don't Know What You've Got... 'Till It's Gone

I'm back, I'm back - you can picture me acting this way because I'm excited to be back today.

Ohhhh hi blog world. I'm back from the dead. Okay, not really dead.. But it's been a while since I've been around here.

If you follow me on twitter or instagram then you may or may not know that I've been a 'little' under the weather. So today I've decided to share a little lesson that I've learned in the past two weeks:

you don't know what you've got until it's gone..

I've heard this phrase so many times in my life but I never really realized how true this was until two weeks ago. My health is something that I take for granted every day. Being able to eat, drink, sleep, workout - these are all things that I've gotten used to being able to do every day and never truly be grateful for it.


My oh-so dramatic 'sick' picture during one of my cold chills.

Let's back-track for a second here.. a few days after February started, my throat started hurting and my jaw started hurting. It felt like I was coming down with some kind of weird hybrid cold/flu because I had an extremely sore throat, jaw, had a fever, and kept having cold chills - but no stuffy nose or coughing. After telling my boss about my symptoms, he sent me home from work and told me that I needed to go to a doctor because I sounded like I had strep... and he was right. I had come down with a severe case of strep and I couldn't seem to get the antibiotics in my body quickly enough to push the sickness out.

At the same time that I discovered I had strep, my 2 wisdom teeth on the left side of my mouth decided to cut through the gums. They got mildly infected because of the strep and the gums got pretty inflamed... this left me with the inability to chew, talk, or even smile. Cue unhappy Faith.

Once the strep had almost fully cleared, the dentist cancelled some appointments and squeezed me in for an emergency surgery to have the teeth extracted - FUN. I had the surgery on Friday and I've spent the past few days recovering and today I'm actually starting to feel little more normal than I have in weeks and I can't tell you how grateful I am for this! It has now been 2 weeks since I've eaten real food or worked out, but I'm hoping to slowly incorporate exercise and food back into my life this week.

Oh, fun fact... Amanda and my Aunt Jay have both started calling me 'Chippy' because of my cheek...


This will forever be the most unflattering picture of myself that I'll post on the internet.

Whoa, this whole post is filled with so much complaining, and I apologize for that. I just wanted to share what life has been like for the past two weeks and remind everyone not to take their health for granted! You truly don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Take care of yourself, friends!