Late spring and summer were especially hectic for me, so I apologize for the lack of posts. Here’s what’s been happening:
Right before St. Patrick’s Season (yeah, you and I both know it’s more than just a single day of celebration), I ended up in the hospital with bilateral pulmonary embolisms — which means I had blood clots in both my lungs. This particular condition is often fatal, but I was fortunate enough to have strong lungs (thanks, years of Irish dance!), and I made it through after a week in the hospital and a few weeks recovering at home. Parts of my lungs are destroyed, but I was able to build up enough lung strength to return to physical activity in April.
Recovery happened faster than I’d imagined, thankfully. Unfortunately, the doctors weren’t able to determine how or when the clots formed and what caused them to suddenly land in my lungs. I did find out — after months of blood tests — that I have a blood condition that predisposes me to clots. I will most likely be on blood-thinning medication for the rest of my life, which is annoying but necessary.
Dead lung tissue didn’t hold be down for long. By June, I was on may way to Ireland to study Irish music and dance at Blas, a two-week summer program at the University of Limerick. I learned from the best (Catherine Foley, Colin Dunne, Michael Ryan — just to name a few) and danced harder than I’ve ever danced before. It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I’ll write more about that experience later.
Upon returning to the U.S., I jumped back into dance classes and a brand-new position at my full-time place of employment.
It seems like every weekend this summer was filled with activities and responsibilities. And on the two weekends I had nothing of importance to do or see, I ended up sick. This weekend is one of those two weekends.
So, as I sit here sniffling and coughing, I figured I’d get moving on a RincePop relaunch.