I would have to say that Justin is being a surprisingly good patient. He did well the day of surgery. He was calm, and even made me laugh when post surgery he refused to take any pain meds until he got to see me. He wanted to reassure me that he was ok, and didn’t want to be loopy and have me worry. How stinkin’ cute! Unfortunately, his work doesn’t offer sick leave, and he had to return to the office today. I would much rather have had him relax and take it easy through the weekend. Thankfully, he does have a job that allows him to sit behind a desk.
Since January, I’ve lost 50 pounds. I feel really good about that, but it hasn’t helped my cholesterol. It also didn’t improve my insulin resistance and barreling train towards being a diabetic. I eat well. I exercise regularly. The doctor believes it could be genetic. My grandfather was a brittle diabetic. So, my primary care physician has asked me to lose 15 more pounds. How I will manage to pull that off, I’m truly not sure. What I do know is that that would make me incredibly happy! I was told that I should speak to Dr. Local (my RE) about managing my pre-diabetic condition. He also told me that I would need to be monitored closely if pregnancy occurs, because I will most likely end up with gestational diabetes. I have a good deal of research to do on this subject, and am trying not to jump to too many conclusions for the moment. I’ve lost more family members than you can imagine to heart disease, and the doc says I will be put on medication after the whole baby makin’ business is done.
Let’s talk about hair for a moment, shall we? Well, in a nutshell, I’m losing mine. Not good. It’s not large clumps, but enough to cause concern. The doc believes it is related to stress. I don’t feel stressed. I’m happier than I’ve ever been! However, as it has been pointed out, lack of sleep, Lucky’s acid reflux, my weight loss, and the craziness that is my life….just may be stressful to my body. I suppose so. How to fix that? Feasible suggestions welcome on that. I got irritated about a lady who cut in front of me the other day at the store. I found myself reminding myself, “Becky, you love your hair. Hair is your friend. Stress is the enemy. Two deep breaths for your hair, ok?” So sad, but true.
This weekend we are going to a big ‘ol block party. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to enjoy a fine combination of C.rystal L.ight and M.alibu C.oconut R.um, because I’m on medication to kill some damn fungus I have on my feet! Where did I get that you ask? The doc’s best guess is that I have a favorite pair of shoes. If you wear the same pair of shoes every day, you increase the odds of getting a fungal infection. I had no clue. According to him, you should change your shoes daily. If you have a favorite pair, buy two of them. Hmm, can I get a prescription for new shoes? He also said that if you wear closed toe shoes to put kitty litter in a sock and put it in your shoes. I will absorb excess moisture, and reduce your odds of foot funk. Lovely. So, um, yeah. Lots of exciting crap going on here.
The little man went to the pediatrician today. The results, eczema. The rx, lube the poor fella up four times a day with cream and ointment. Yummy. Also told to air the baby out at those times. So, basically, I have to get the child all greased and lubed (that sounds all wrong), and let him chill out naked four times a day. Hmm. Should make life interesting! Not very practical, but if it works I’ll make it happen.
Lucky is camping out at his grandparents’ house tonight, and being spoiled rotten I’m sure! I called a few minutes ago to check in, and he was kicked back naked on their couch chit chatting with them. Cracks me up! Well, I’m going to head off and enjoy some quiet time with hubby while we have the chance.
