Friday, October 23, 2015

Doc Update

I saw my primary care physician yesterday for my arm.  A couple notes about this:

  • I haven't had a primary care physician since moving to FL so about 3 years.
  • Prior that, I had only seen my PCP to get a referral to my lapband doc who I had already been seeing for a year.
  • I had been spending so much time at bariatric docs and gynecologists that I really didn't see the need for a PCP.
Given all that, this is Hubby's PCP who he likes a lot so I decided to give him a try.  I liked him.  He actually listened, was personable and doesn't seem to order tests for the sake of ordering tests.

All that to say, he says I have a torn muscle.  He said most likely I have a small tear in my left arm that's contributing to soreness and a bigger torn muscle on my right arm which is causing the shooting pain.  
All I can do is rest it.  He said it'll probably take a couple months to fully heal and he said it's like the old joke "Doc, it' hurts when I do this."  "Don't do that."  He said pay attention to twinges and find different ways of doing it so it doesn't hurt.  He said there's good pain (feel the burn) and bad pain and this is definitely bad pain.  So there ya go.

This weekend is going to be a cleaning weekend.  Our Halloween party is next Friday so I need the house spic and span.  We have a cleaning lady coming on Tuesday to give it a good scrubbing but I want to get as much clean before that as I can as I'm paying her by the hour.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Cross Stitch and Doctor

It's been a week of cross stitching and doctors.

I'm making progress and really enjoying my new hobby.  It's coming along and I've ordered tiny stockings kit to make stockings to go with the Christmas cookies I give out this year.

I took my oldest daughter for a consultation with an oral surgeon yesterday.  She has braces (her teeth are all kinds of messed up) and the orthodontist suggested this guy.  I liked him and he was pretty good with her.  We need to extract her last 2 baby teeth on the bottom and help the 2 adult teeth on top come down.  Poor kid.  I scheduled it for 11/6 and got the estimated cost of $300. Bah.

I have a doctor's appointment today with a primary care physician to talk about my arm. all my gracefulness I told you about falling off the stairclimber TWICE last month.  Well, that last one really hurt.  Both of my arms are still sore but my right arm is a little worse.  I get a shooting pain between my shoulder and elbow when I rotate my upper arm.  I've given it a month and it's not improving so figured it was time to see the doc and see what's what.  Fingers crossed that it just needs more time to heal.

I'm batting around quitting the gym and joining a crossfit gym instead.  I don't want to do anything until I get the OK from the doc though because I don't want to risk injuring the arm more than it already is.  My old gym stuff isn't working.  I just can't seem to get motivated to get there.  My neighbor belongs to a crossfit gym and has offered to bring me to "Bring a Friend" day.  I think I'll take her up on it and see what it's all about.

Monday, October 19, 2015


PreOp Diet Weigh In: 226
Surgery Day Weigh In: 218.5
Day 103 Weigh In: 198.5
Change Since Weigh In: -2.5

I'm back in Onederland!  I've missed being here!  I was nervous about getting on the scale despite my food being on target last week, but I was rewarded for being kind to myself.  It's so nice moving in this direction and it's motivated me for the week ahead!

Hubby and I are throwing a Halloween party.  We spent the weekend buying decorations, menu planning and getting our costumes.  My oldest daughter wanted a family theme this year.  We do this from time to time.  When the girls were real little, we were a royal family.
More recently, we were all super heroes.
This year, we're pirates.  Should be fun!

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Being Kind

I'm taking Shelley's advice and skipped my weigh in this week.  I'm allowing myself time to get back on track before I look at the scale.  I'm hoping, at the very least, I'll see a steady weight vs a gain.  So far, so good.  Eating is all planned out this week and I stuck to plan yesterday.

Not weighing myself this week is the kind thing to do.  Last week was uber stressful and being kind to myself was necessary.  It got me thinking though.  I need to be kind to myself more often.  I don't know why I beat myself up the way I do but it's time for that kind of thinking to stop.  The other thing I noticed is how often people are harsh with other people for no good reason.

I'm an internet hound.  I'm on facebook a lot lurking and reddit religiously.  It amazes me how judgmental people can be with anonymity.  My sister has become a facebook troll...posting things just to get a rise out of people.  Making comments that I know she would NEVER make to anyone's face but, for some reason, feels it's perfectly acceptable on the internet.  Reddit is a cesspool of insensitivity.  I even see it on here.  Judgmental comments and a blogger who I love gets it a lot on her facebook.  She's lost an extraordinary amount of weight, has maintained that loss and just had plastic surgery to remove some of the excess skin.  People have the nerve to call her narcissistic because she posts pics of herself.  Seriously?  WTH is wrong with people?

The trouble is I think this nasty attitude and not knowing how to treat people is rubbing off into the real world.  There was the article about the teenage girl who convinced her boyfriend to commit suicide so she could get attention.  The two teenage girls who stabbed their third friend repeatedly to appease some imaginary character on a website.  This isn't good!  We need to remember that in a civilized society, WE MUST REMAIN CIVIL WITH EACHOTHER.  Be kind....if for no other reason, you wouldn't want people to come right up to you and say the things you may be thinking of others.

Friday, October 9, 2015

New Hobby

I think I'm going to take up cross stitching.  My Grandma Irma (The "A" Grandma) used to cross stitch and was very good.  She tried teaching me when I was 8 and it didn't quite take.  I probably still have a 3 inch half finished apple pattern somewhere.  I ordered a kit for a Christmas ornament and it arrived yesterday.  After finishing my homework, I organized my thread and began to work on it.  It all came flooding back!  Once I figured out how to start, it was easy peasy.  Organizing the threat took the longest because they gave me enough thread to do any number of designs so I have more thread than I need for the design I chose.  I found it surprisingly relaxing and it relieved a little stress from the day.  I think this could be good.

Why was I stressed.  They announced lay offs at work yesterday.  My job is safe for now but that group's work is getting pushed on me and my chances of a promotion at the end of the year just went up in smoke.  UGH.  I hate corporate America.

No big plans for the weekend.  I have accepted that my littlest dog, Roxy, isn't going to get any bigger.  The rescue we got her from thinks she's a "Pocket Beagle" so she's topping out at 13 lbs.  The trouble is the little stinker can fit through the slats of my fence.  I've ordered some deer netting that's going to solve this problem and I'm putting it up so she can roam free in the yard without having to be on her lead.  She loves being outside and I hate having to put her on a lead every time she wants to go out there.  I'd also LOVE to get a doggy door but can't do that if she can escape.  Hounds follow their noses so escape is imminent.

Don't let this cuteness fool you.  She's a pita!
I tend to laugh at things rather than cry over them.  In that light, please don't be offended by my Friday Funny given the circumstances.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

RIP Grandma Rose

I haven't disappeared again.  I've been out of town.

Last Thursday, my Grandma Rose died.  She was 94.  She was my father's mother and never particularly nice to me.  My dad was an only child so my siblings and I were her only grandchildren but she was never warm and fuzzy.  She came over from Germany as a teenager but the damage was already done, so to speak.  She would blame her mother leaving her at the convent in Germany and then again once she had come to the states as to why she wasn't very good at showing affection.  I don't know if there's really anything to that.  My earliest memory of her is her calling me fat when I was 10 years old.  That being said, I really got to know her the last 15 years after we moved her to Arizona.  They had always been the Christmas grandparents.  Now I got to see her at every holiday and she was always a bit crazy.  In the last year, she had really kind of lost it and when I saw her in July, she had no idea who I was.  We still had a nice visit and she got to see the girls.  Last Thursday, she got out of bed and immediately collapsed.  Her heart had stopped and that was it.  To live to be 94 and not suffer in the end...who could ask for more?  RIP Grandma Rose...I'll miss all the Grandma Rose stories.

So I went to Illinois for the service over the weekend.  It was small as the family itself is small on that side and she had outlived most of them anyway.  To say the eating has been awful and drinking has been abundant would be an understatement.  I'm not looking forward to the weigh in on Monday.

On top of everything else, school started on Tuesday.  Thank goodness for laptops as there's no way I'd be off to a very good start without one.  But start I did and so far, so good.

I also got to come to these cute little fur
babies waiting for me.