Meet My New Bestest Friend . . .

Energy, Energy . . . At Last I Found Thee!

My God, I love iron tablets and pre-natal vitamins*!!!!  I feel bloody fantastic!  Yes, I have a cold that has jadded my voice (so bad I can't even sing at Mass), but my energy level is back! 

The wonderful truth about iron deficiency is that the effects of taking in iron generally happen quickly.  For me, it took three days, but wow!

I love coffee.  I mean I love coffee.  But, I no longer rely on it (falsely, I might add) for keeping my head from hanging as if a noose has done its job. 

Thank you for your prayers, friends. 

*i am not pregnant - the military dispensory only has pre-natals for a woman's mulit-vitamin.  i would love to have a baby again, but . . . that's not in my deck of cards nowadays.*

Iron

I do not know what my numbers are for my iron count yet, but I did give the necessary blood to find out this morning.  The doc sent me home with prenatal vitamins (huh? I guess 'cos it's the only multi-vitamin the military dispensory has???) and iron tablets.  Great!  I'll have energy and not be able to poop. 

But, I WILL HAVE ENERGY!

I think it will be key in my losing weight.  You do not move when you don't have energy.  I mean, I get things done, I go shopping, etc., but I do not have it in me to daily bring my heart rate up (and I can't count scaring the piss out of myself when I nearly crash down the stairs and my heart comes up my throat . . . which, this happens almost on a daily basis).

I will also, unfortunately, have to cut way back on my coffee consumption since it hinders iron absorption.

But, I'm psyched to get healthy again!

A Bit Better But . . .

I'm feeling a bit better. My system is recovering, but I shan't be rushing off running errands just because I feel a little perkier. The older two who stayed home with me with similar symptoms are doing better as well.

Thank you for your prayers and well wishes. I so appreciate it.

Now, I am going to take a shower, which is necessary for cleanliness but also for that "feeling better" feeling. Confirmation that I am feeling better . . . and even if not altogether better, at least I'm clean.

I just watched Wife Swap where there was a wife/mom from WA State named Serena McDonald. Burlesque dancer. She went to my high school, in my class. Yeah. Strange doesn't cut it. I was in a divide of do I watch? Do I want to find out she's a horrible person? Well, she has some funny ideas about sex (that kids need to be educated and early) and she was selfish with her "dancing", but she seems to be a good person. I'm glad. I don't remember there ever being a hissy fit thrown, she was calm, and I don't believe she even cussed. Her boys are adorable and very well behaved. Phew.

My kids think I should try out for Wife Swap. Ah, no. No! Never. Never ever. We would end up getting some horrible woman in here, I just know it. And, well, I would likely get sent to some devil worshiper house or something awful like that. You know, most of those shows the families are complete opposites. Sorry, I like fairy tales and such, but I ain't talkin' to trees. And, I hate to hurt people and their feelings, but on something like that I can't compromise. AND, for some reason, I cannot understand when a woman goes into another woman's house and throws out stuff. It's not her call. Two weeks and she's throwing stuff out? I think making people angry is in no way going to make good changes - or lasting ones. And, for those of you who watch the show, don't you dislike it when the guy cries? I can't stand it. In the sense of: c'mon dude, it's not that hard. Of course, that's the military wife in me. I live hard. And, yet, I come across folks that have lived hard harder than me - by choice or circumstance.

I have the "I'll swim these murky waters and die trying than to not try." Buck up.

Serena's husband was 100% correct in breaking the rules of not selling his wife's dancing stuff.

What "reality" shows do you watch? Or did you used to watch?

Results, Sort Of. . . . .

I went to my doctor appointment yesterday afternoon to find the results on my ultrasound and some lab workups. There are no abnormalities or infectious things running through any part of me. He did say that does not dismiss that my gallbladder may be malfunctioning. They did not see any stones or anything amiss, but that does not mean it's not having a hard time ejecting bile. There is a test where they inject something into me that causes the gallbladder to react as it should when I eat. At the moment, I do not have time to schedule it or I would . . . just to rule it out. He cleared me for moving to Hawaii (my concern, not the gov't), but advised me to see a doctor for this test if I continue to have any problems. Also, since I experience that pinching when I eat, I should pay attention to what I am eating and avoid high fatty foods. I know this and I usually do avoid them, but I am in limbo with this moving stuff AND I think most of my fatty foods are taken in over the course of the day, not all at once (i.e. McDonald's, Chick-fil-A, etc. - we're not doing daily rounds at the locals . . . because I naturally avoid them like the plague anyway; not because the taste is bad, but because I know it's not healthy). But, that said, when you are moving, it's hard to avoid the drive-thrus.

Now, I'm off to get myself ready for whatever it is my husband will need me to do or help him with. We have two cars to clean out; one we sold but need to clean it, the other to take to Baltimore for shipping to HI. We bought a car in HI from a friend . . . I need to run out and get some school things for Squirrel Boy and get him some tees. Apparently he packed only six of his gazillion shirts from his closet. I should have insisted on packing him. I thought since he's fifteen he'd know what to do - especially after we (les parents) had instructed him (les enfants) to pack ten or so shirts. Well, maybe he was planning on getting some new clothes then. Whatever!

Busy as usual around here.

Can I Have A Heated Exam Table, Please?

First off, I had to wrap in a thin gown and wait ten minutes in an unheated room.

Secondly, she did not just do that. Ewwwwww and owwwwwieeeee at the same bloody time! I would have canceled my appointment if I had known she was going to check my bum. Honestly.

After my "appointment" I had to run to the lab and pick up a specimen card kit. Yeah, for that. Apparently, this doctor likes to run samples after a patient turns 35. Well, I'm 39 and never heard of it yet. Humph! Really, I have to do this? Collect my bum gum? C'mon!!! Grossity gross!!

I didn't know that pap appointments were all about my backside. What a ruckus!