when you're not quite sure what your online password is for your blog.....really? wow.
and if i'm being truthful--i was pretty lame all fall doing picture slides and writing very little. Facebook doesn't help matters because I just blurt out my own personal status updates and if anyone has feedback for me, it is immediate and most satisfying.
today was a HARD one. ooooh eeeee--a real grieving challenge. not sure of the spelling of the sound i'm making.
where to start? Jammy, Bear & Diddy are in Heaven with God all-fricken-Mighty and I'm stuck here in Durham, NC, with an inch of pollen on my deck and me being completely out of sorts.
i went for my yearly (actually it'd been 14 months--but I went) doctor's physical today.
i had previously walked around rather smug that i weigh what i do and have such LOW blood pressure and GREAT cholesterol. So besides being the pig that I am--I am the picture of good health. let's face it--i go only to get the RX for birth control. which is also a joke--because Big-Daddy-Cane is neutered. i like being regular and acne contained.
well-i'm not 100% positive about today's interaction with my tiny doctor- however, i think my teeny tiny doctor was mumbling something about my cholesterol being high--(based on last year's blood work?) no bloodwork had been drawn since February 2009.
i was like, "why didn't you mention this 14 months ago?" so, we took blood work today. i lied and said that i hadn't eaten or drunken anything so far today--except that i had had coffee with splenda and a splash of cream mate stuff....SPLASH is the keyword. i was feeling too lazy to come back--
however, if my blood readings come back icky--i'll 'fess up and get retested. i'll feign amnesia regarding the blood test fast that didn't happen.
i changed my PRIMARY doctor last year, after 21 years with a man i liked very much. i now go to a teeeny tiny smurf--from somewhere near Indonesia--Sri Lanka--she is minute. i get the overwhelming desire to pat her head when she walks in the room. she totally looks NAT GEO with big ole' clear eyes. she is toot. i'm not sure she really is a doctor and I have no faith in her medicine. not so good i suppose? she graduated top in class at Cornell University.
i started crying when she entered the room. told her not to think me crazy--that i'd been crying all morning. my aunt just upped and died on me last week and i wasn't feeling very stable. i told her my dysfunctional BIO father called last July to announce he had colon cancer? i think that is what he had? palups or something--his liver is shot--and perhaps we should make a notation on my chart that my buttocks will need checking down the road. mercifully, not today--she threw out the number 50 years and I said, "amen."
i went and got lunch at CHIPOTLE. a burrito chix bowl. too much food. i am in agony after i polish it off. i swear it off each time and then forget about the true physical pain the very next time i pony up and get one.
tonight--i accompanied 12 Brownies to Camp Graham, in Henderson, NC, at Kerr Lake, for Songs and Smores. I love our huge troop and these fun getting bigger all the time little girls.
the day is winding down. bit is playing violin. toots is asleep. bo is getting ready for bed--if not already there. tomorrow i go to the APPLE store for a one-on-one hour of instruction. FUN. I go to see a bariatric doctor next week. am seriously considering a lap band inside my body. Sri Lank Doc said that I could make a great lap band patient. hmmmm. taking her advice under consideration. i will more than likely keep a video diary of that little weight loss journey--if for nothing more than my record keeping. plus--i've watched millions of youtube stories and i think mine will be distinctly mine.
good night Serena's 24/7--i realized today that i missed you.
and if i'm being truthful--i was pretty lame all fall doing picture slides and writing very little. Facebook doesn't help matters because I just blurt out my own personal status updates and if anyone has feedback for me, it is immediate and most satisfying.
today was a HARD one. ooooh eeeee--a real grieving challenge. not sure of the spelling of the sound i'm making.
where to start? Jammy, Bear & Diddy are in Heaven with God all-fricken-Mighty and I'm stuck here in Durham, NC, with an inch of pollen on my deck and me being completely out of sorts.
i went for my yearly (actually it'd been 14 months--but I went) doctor's physical today.
i had previously walked around rather smug that i weigh what i do and have such LOW blood pressure and GREAT cholesterol. So besides being the pig that I am--I am the picture of good health. let's face it--i go only to get the RX for birth control. which is also a joke--because Big-Daddy-Cane is neutered. i like being regular and acne contained.
well-i'm not 100% positive about today's interaction with my tiny doctor- however, i think my teeny tiny doctor was mumbling something about my cholesterol being high--(based on last year's blood work?) no bloodwork had been drawn since February 2009.
i was like, "why didn't you mention this 14 months ago?" so, we took blood work today. i lied and said that i hadn't eaten or drunken anything so far today--except that i had had coffee with splenda and a splash of cream mate stuff....SPLASH is the keyword. i was feeling too lazy to come back--
however, if my blood readings come back icky--i'll 'fess up and get retested. i'll feign amnesia regarding the blood test fast that didn't happen.
i changed my PRIMARY doctor last year, after 21 years with a man i liked very much. i now go to a teeeny tiny smurf--from somewhere near Indonesia--Sri Lanka--she is minute. i get the overwhelming desire to pat her head when she walks in the room. she totally looks NAT GEO with big ole' clear eyes. she is toot. i'm not sure she really is a doctor and I have no faith in her medicine. not so good i suppose? she graduated top in class at Cornell University.
i started crying when she entered the room. told her not to think me crazy--that i'd been crying all morning. my aunt just upped and died on me last week and i wasn't feeling very stable. i told her my dysfunctional BIO father called last July to announce he had colon cancer? i think that is what he had? palups or something--his liver is shot--and perhaps we should make a notation on my chart that my buttocks will need checking down the road. mercifully, not today--she threw out the number 50 years and I said, "amen."
i went and got lunch at CHIPOTLE. a burrito chix bowl. too much food. i am in agony after i polish it off. i swear it off each time and then forget about the true physical pain the very next time i pony up and get one.
tonight--i accompanied 12 Brownies to Camp Graham, in Henderson, NC, at Kerr Lake, for Songs and Smores. I love our huge troop and these fun getting bigger all the time little girls.
the day is winding down. bit is playing violin. toots is asleep. bo is getting ready for bed--if not already there. tomorrow i go to the APPLE store for a one-on-one hour of instruction. FUN. I go to see a bariatric doctor next week. am seriously considering a lap band inside my body. Sri Lank Doc said that I could make a great lap band patient. hmmmm. taking her advice under consideration. i will more than likely keep a video diary of that little weight loss journey--if for nothing more than my record keeping. plus--i've watched millions of youtube stories and i think mine will be distinctly mine.
good night Serena's 24/7--i realized today that i missed you.
2 comments:
Do you know how ridiculously happy it made me to see this pop up in my Google reader?
RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY.
Love you so much, you gorgeous redhead.
P.S. You're super funny. Will you teach me how? Oh, what's that? Watch lots of Jo Koy? I'm on it!
Ditto Leslie! You're back! So glad.
And now for that beverage, seriously. I'm going to actually email you or--gasp!--call you and we're going to set a date. Or maybe even Chipotle. Or something. Anything. I've been waiting too long for my Serena fix.
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