A lot has happened since we dropped our son off at his boarding school in Tennessee and I dropped off our daughter at her semester program in NYC. I haven't even had the time to blog about the Road-Trip-to-the-Big-City, moving BIT into her dorm with a boat load of stuff and no AC, seeing Weenie in PHILLY....however, don't worry- BIT HAS HER OWN BLOG...click here: Bit's Blog. She is doing a great job of documenting her adventure of doing CITYterm this fall.
The first week after dropping off Bit, in Dobbs Ferry, NY, I spent the customary 15++hours planning the Girl Scout year ahead of us. This is the sixth year of my being a leader. I am the ADMIN Leader for Troop #1592. I usually take at least 20 hours, on our beach vacation each August to plan the upcoming year--but August was crazy this year, there was no beach vacation, and I did no planning. Our girls are second year JUNIORS (they wear green, still) and they're in the process of earning their BRONZE AWARDS. The pre-cursor award to Silver Award and then the Gold Award. Think Eagle Scout. Think College applications.
I also went back to my PHYSICIAN that first week of NO Bit and Bo. I had the same doctor from ages 21 to 42, whom I loved. Then about 3 years ago, he went to a new program called MDVIP, where they ask you to pay what I consider BIG MOOLA up front, just to be his patient. On his end, he only takes 600 patients, as opposed to 2000, and you get all sorts of great care and his personal cell number for 24/7 care. In other words, my doc is my bitch. Sorry to be crude, but that is what comes to mind. Anyhow, I decided back at age 42 that I was too healthy and I didn't want to pay $1500 a year to have 24/7 access to this doctor that I loved.
I also went back to my PHYSICIAN that first week of NO Bit and Bo. I had the same doctor from ages 21 to 42, whom I loved. Then about 3 years ago, he went to a new program called MDVIP, where they ask you to pay what I consider BIG MOOLA up front, just to be his patient. On his end, he only takes 600 patients, as opposed to 2000, and you get all sorts of great care and his personal cell number for 24/7 care. In other words, my doc is my bitch. Sorry to be crude, but that is what comes to mind. Anyhow, I decided back at age 42 that I was too healthy and I didn't want to pay $1500 a year to have 24/7 access to this doctor that I loved.
Please FLASH FORWARD three years as I return with my tail tucked between my legs, after doing all sorts of dumb things medically and having a TERRIBLE doctor at Duke. Quite possibly having an unnecessary Gall Bladder removal surgery because I was on the quest for the elusive Lap-Band that BCBSNC denied me. I quit therapy cold turkey. I was taking no meds whatsoever. I had needed an upper GI earlier this spring....because blood and guts fill my eyeballs with acid reflux. Ok, ok....I went back to see JEFF.
During my 2 HOUR initial physical, you read that correctly, we determined four immediate issues. 1. I have sustained hearing loss. This came as NO surprise. 2. I am approaching the need for real eye care. The days of using CVS reader glasses are coming to an end because my eyes have deteriorated so fast that I'm approaching 2.5 strength readers and will max out. 3. I need to take my GUT MEDS for a minimum of 60 days. No BS--he said take your medicine. I said, "ok." and 4. It is official--I am ADHD.
No surprise. None at all.
So, I get to take speed. I'm grateful for the little jolt each day. I don't take depression meds or anxiety meds. The speed makes me zippy--I'm only on week 2, so I'm trying to decide if it helps me focus. I'm still a hermit in my cave but it is crushing my hunger and I am getting things done slowly but surely. Bo is MILDLY ADHD and gets to take fab meds to concentrate. Toots is BONAFIDE ADHD. Toots made me a believer. Bear said there was no such thing and I was to never give any of them drugs. So the jury is out on me....I guess I am? But really, I've been this way my whole life--I have strategies that are the fiber of who I am, to deal with how my brain rolls.
I had grandiose visions of organizing my home office, getting my pictures in scrapbooks, BLOGGING constantly, sorting out stuff for goodwill and consignment, converting our PC Quicken to MAC Quicken, EXERCISING and loosing weight, and cooking heart healthy meals. Not so much.
So, I'm waiting for that relaxing cool autumn to enter my reality. I think I'm investing well in Toot's life. She is thoroughly enjoying being the only child. As she knew she would. I take her to her writing skills tutor twice a week for an hour (you thought I was kidding in the camp postcard entry?), I take her to dance, swimming and a weekly riding lesson. We eats TONS of chinese take out and pizza. Yuck. I've forgotten how to use my kitchen AND I certainly don't know how to cook for 2.25 people. 2 of which are on ADHD meds and aren't hungry on weekdays.
This weekend marks Bo being gone a MONTH. On Friday, we'll get up very early and head to Chattanooga for Parent's Weekend activities. #ohboy (that is trending. i trend now. it seems i might begin trending on my blog, too?) I miss my boy. He seems to be thriving. He made the McCallie Crew team. There weren't supposed to be cuts but 45 boys went out for CREW and they cut had to cut 28, BO made it. whew. Bo trained this summer with a trainer for crew. I'm glad those weren't wasted dollars. I think he is really enjoying his classes and has made a friend or two. The roommate stuff hasn't launched well at all....the McCallie adults have recently become involved, so I'm hoping to hear of improvement in that one area.
I'm glad Autumn is upon us. Toots and I have brought down PUMPKIN schla decorations from the attic. I'm ready for the relaxing part to begin.
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Oh my word, I love this long wordy update. Makes me happy. More, please!
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