1-Year Ago Today...

...I had back surgery.

Before surgery, I had the worst year of my life. I was in pain every day, which was just icing on the cake for a number of personal and professional issues. In fact, when I first arrived in Pittsburgh, I got ‘2010’ tattooed in Roman numerals on my wrist, so I could always remember that I made it through such a rough year, as a stronger and smarter person.

Since surgery, everything has changed. 

In April, my husband (then fiancée) and I quit our jobs and moved back east to Pittsburgh. I was deemed “fused” at an ortho here during my 6-month follow-up appointment. I finished eight weeks of physical therapy merely days before we left for our 2-week wedding extravaganza in up-state New York. We were married July 30. Shortly after Labor Day, we found the house of our dreams, and became homeowners in mid-October. Throughout the late-summer and early-fall, we took three mini-honeymoons. And, now we are embarking on starting a family of our own.

And I have done all of that without being in pain.

I was lucky enough to have a talented surgeon, Dr. Doerr, who is generally a wonderful person. From my first appointment to my last post-surgery follow-up in February (before we left AZ), I was treated with respect and kindness by Dr. Doerr and his staff. Every step of the way, I was comfortable and informed – two essential coping mechanisms. I even was able to help a teenage acquaintance here in Pittsburgh through her own journey with the same surgery by passing along some of the same information and wisdom I learned during my experience. I am incredibly happy that the path I took in 2010 lead me to Dr. Doerr. 

Today, I am whole again. Literally.

Our Kind of Town

I've already put in 10 hours between both jobs today, and moved as many boxes as I can - so I thought I'd write a blog about our trip to Chicago in October...

We flew in on a chilly, blustery night, and hopped on the Orange line. The trip from Midway to the Hotel Felix was uneventful. After we unpacked, we had some time to kill. Matt turned into an iron fool, ironing everything he brought in one fell swoop. Turns out our friends couldn't meet up. After one failed attempt to get pizza, we ordered a Chicago Classic from Lou Malnati's. It was less of a pizza, and more of a tower of flavors, with a dish of dough, a blanket of mozzarella, a river of tomatoes, and an entire layer of uninterrupted patty-style sausage. At 1am on a Thursday in Chicago, we tasted real pizza for the first time. Then, we passed out.

Friday started with coffee, fruit and pastries in the room. We headed out for a cool, brisk, 16-block walk to the Sears (well, it's Willis now, but I refuse to call it that) Tower. We waited in a line to get in the lobby then a line to watch a documentary then a line to get in the elevator then, finally, made it to the Skydeck. What a view! We even ventured out onto "The Ledge," a glass box that lets you walk out of the side of the building and look all the way down to the street. Even though the price was a bit steep and the wait was pretty long, the Sears Tower is totally worth it.

From there, we took a taxi to Navy Pier, where we walked and walked and walked some more, and then rewarded ourselves with a pumpkin beer and a Chicago dog at the Landshark beer garden. For dessert, we had stuff churros. That's right, you heard me: churros filled with chocolate and strawberry! We actually walked so much that I wore a hole in my sock and quickly developed a blister. I bought $7 men's Jameson brand dress socks at the Irish store at the pier, and we headed back to the hotel on foot.

Before heading out for the night, I helped Matt only sort of bomb his Excel test for temping. We went to a Chines/Japanese fusion restaurant called Jia's, and had an incredible dinner. Afterwards, we met our friends Caleb and Anjali at the Kingston Mines for some blues music and $27 cocktails. We saw Vance Kelly & the Backstreet Candy Lickers, and the main act, Big James & the Chicago Playboys. The music was awesome and Big James was big. There were people of all ages and colors and ages all together all at once to enjoy the night of music. We said our goodbyes, headed to the hotel, and had a 3am pizza - this one not worth noting, however.

Saturday was a somewhat lazy morning. We finally got going and hopped on a long, angry line of tourists to hop on the Chicago Trolley. We hopped off at the Chicago Theatre, and wandered around the theatre district snapping photos of old-school signs. We even saw a humungous, outside Picasso sculpture. Our line-jumping karma was quickly evened out by a crabby bus driver who claimed our tickets were invalid. We waited around forever, straightened out the nonsense, and then caught a ride to Millenium Park with Caleb and Anjali.

We saw Cloud Gate--or, better known as "The Bean"--had our second Chicago dog; walked around in circles and past and through Grant Park; sat by Monroe Harbor; parted ways again; took forever to find the trolley stop; and, finally hopped on - determined, this time, to not hop off again and to sightsee all that Chicago had to offer on the beautiful day. We cruised down Michigan Avenue, saw the Hilton and Sheraton and other gorgeous buildings, wove through museum campus, saw most of the Magnificent Mile, a larger-than-life Marilyn Monroe statue, and the Wrigley Building. We hopped off at the Water Tower to see Caleb and Anjali one last time. After saying goodbye for the last time, we caught our last trolly of the day, where, low and behold, the same grouchy bus driver awaited us. But, Shirley redeemed herself by letting us get off the bus near our hotel instead of at the actual stop.

We relaxed at the hotel for a bit, had a glass of wine, and headed out for dinner. I took Matt to Fogo de Chao for dinner. Although this restaurant is a carnivore's heaven, the salad bar is incredible in itself. As if starting with a city block of salad choices isn't enough, don't' forget the addictive warm cheese bread, crispy polenta, garlic mashed potatoes, and fried bananas. But, of course, the main event is meat, meat, meat, and more meat. If you haven't tried a Brazilian steakhouse before, make this your first stop. You will eat like Caesar. 

We took our dessert back to the hotel and turned around to head out for the last stop of the day: the John Hancock Building. Although we had to wait in another line, drinks at the Signature Room are a must. We ogled each other over wine and dim lights. I took in the best view of the city from the Ladies room. We finished the night with an un-metered cab ride, ESPN, and dessert.

Sunday started with breakfast at Yolk with our friend Shorty. This was another incredible meal. I surprised Matt with a 60-minute couples massage, and then we headed to the Shedd Aquarium. We found yet another long line to wait in, so we ate another Chicago dog and enjoyed the blue skies. Other than the foreigners behind us, who were standing inches away for entire wait and constantly bumping in to us, this aquarium is worth any kind of waiting in line. We wandered around for three hours, taking in all of the frogs, fish, seahorses, and jellies. We both became shutter bugs and happily snapped away all day.

We went back to the hotel, watched some football, and headed out for dinner. We walked to Gino's East, where we had a stupendous Caesar salad and a deep-dish that came in second to Lou's. The ambiance is worth the trip though, as every single square inch of Gino's is covered in names and messages and graffiti of all kinds scrawled on the walls. We finished the evening with one comically small sundae and the comforting rudeness of the diner wait staff at Ed Debevic's.

On Monday, we said goodbye to Chicago. Breakfast in the room...taxi to the Orange line...short trip to Midway...delayed plane...and back to the real world. Fortunately, even four hours of spirit-crushing, post-vacation errands couldn't ruin our day. That night, we received the keys to our new home. What a way to end our trip to Chicago!