I have been slowly easing back into the world of the living. I guess I am getting older, it certainly has taken longer to get rid of this bought of bronchitis than ever before. The whole begeezus has been complicated by the fact that seasonal allergy-stuff is impacting the recovery process. I am still sniffing and coughing intermittently due to the fact that every tree in the world is blooming right now, but the infection is gone.
Also, this week my unemployment runs out, so I have actually gotten off my duff and applied for a few jobs. I am currently working on an app for a job at the State Board of Investigations which has my husband worried. I will have to take a polygraph test and pass a background check. Now, there is nothing in my past that would horrify, but I my record is not totally spotless and my husbands is a bit more checkered than mine. But this job pays a freakin' lot of money and I really think I could be good at it so I'm giving it a shot.
I have cleaned up my eating a lot and am getting ready to launch a full-scale fat-attack. More on that tomorrow after the SBI app is in.
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Infectulated, in every zone
(any Squidbillies fans out there? Otherwise the post title will not be nearly as meaningful)
Fuckin' damn! The illness is back. The hacking, disgusting cough has returned with the sleeplessness and I-got-ran-over-by-a-truck feeling. Fugger!! It's back to the Dr. this afternoon.
My husband wants me to find a "real" doctor instead of hitting up the Minor Med folks again. Uh, no thanks. Real doctors want to establish some type of "relationship" with you. They look at your medical history and order tests and want to put you on daily meds and send you to therapy and do all kinds of shit that you don't have the time, money, or desire to do. Real doctors try to get in your business and suggest that you lose weight and get treated for your depression. Again, no thanks.
Basically, doctors have told me that the root of all my issues is my excess weight and if a problem is not directly connected to my weight then it is "in my head" and related to my depression. So, I am making myself sick. It's all my fault. If I was a better person, I would not get sick. I am flawed. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So no, I'm not ready to establish another "relationship" with a so-called authority figure that is just gonna make me feel shittier than before.
Fuckin' damn! The illness is back. The hacking, disgusting cough has returned with the sleeplessness and I-got-ran-over-by-a-truck feeling. Fugger!! It's back to the Dr. this afternoon.
My husband wants me to find a "real" doctor instead of hitting up the Minor Med folks again. Uh, no thanks. Real doctors want to establish some type of "relationship" with you. They look at your medical history and order tests and want to put you on daily meds and send you to therapy and do all kinds of shit that you don't have the time, money, or desire to do. Real doctors try to get in your business and suggest that you lose weight and get treated for your depression. Again, no thanks.
Basically, doctors have told me that the root of all my issues is my excess weight and if a problem is not directly connected to my weight then it is "in my head" and related to my depression. So, I am making myself sick. It's all my fault. If I was a better person, I would not get sick. I am flawed. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So no, I'm not ready to establish another "relationship" with a so-called authority figure that is just gonna make me feel shittier than before.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
3 great things I learned today
1. They don't weigh you at the urgent care place! How awesome is that? Pretty damn awesome I say! I know better than an medical professional how fat I am due to obsessive daily weighings and visual assessment of fat rolls. Thanks for recognizing the benefits of not telling me that I need to lose 20 lbs while I am already feeling shitty. If this is a marketing ploy, whoever came up with it is certainly due a bonus in my book. They will be my first line of medical care from now on, based solely on this fact. AND, they gave me a Rx for codeine cough syrup! I can't wait to cuddle up with that tonight!!
2. I cooked Brussels sprouts today and found them to not suck. I don't know what the big deal is about. They tasted kinda like broccoli only stronger. I'm not saying they will become a daily staple, but I will buy them again.
3. Due to Kitty's stellar advice, I now have a way of knowing when I have achieved blog greatness--When I piss off enough folks that I am slapped with internet sanctions and a content warning. I have something to work towards now. Time to buy a chandelier so I can have crazy swinging sex and share, share, share.
2. I cooked Brussels sprouts today and found them to not suck. I don't know what the big deal is about. They tasted kinda like broccoli only stronger. I'm not saying they will become a daily staple, but I will buy them again.
3. Due to Kitty's stellar advice, I now have a way of knowing when I have achieved blog greatness--When I piss off enough folks that I am slapped with internet sanctions and a content warning. I have something to work towards now. Time to buy a chandelier so I can have crazy swinging sex and share, share, share.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Questions and ramblings
First off, should I add one of those content warning things since I swear so much? I guess I should, but I consider myself kinda tame to need a content warning. Perhaps if I add one I will become a sexy rock star or something interesting. Fake it 'til ya make it and all that.
Second, I am still sick (this shit-crap started LAST Friday) so I seriously think it is time to throw in the towel and seek medical help. Of course, the situation is complicated by the fact I don't have a doctor to go to. I didn't have insurance for 14 month due to the job loss and for years before that had insurance that changed every fucking year so I just quit trying to keep up with who and what is covered and all that. Yes, I have a pretty low opinion of the current state of medical affairs in the country, but that is shit I'm not getting into here and now. All I want is a quick trip to the urgent care and some drugs. I really just want to sleep for more than 2 hours at a time. Oh, and not to be coughing like a TB patient. I'm hoping I can obtain those things tomorrow and not get sent into a rage over co-payments and other such bullshit.
Third, I could yammer on about the insane amount of $$ I have put on my credit cards ordering designer jeans that I know will be too small and have no intention of keeping, but frankly the lack of sleep is wearing me down and all I wanna do is go play Peggle. Yes folks, I am that lame. Ciao.
Second, I am still sick (this shit-crap started LAST Friday) so I seriously think it is time to throw in the towel and seek medical help. Of course, the situation is complicated by the fact I don't have a doctor to go to. I didn't have insurance for 14 month due to the job loss and for years before that had insurance that changed every fucking year so I just quit trying to keep up with who and what is covered and all that. Yes, I have a pretty low opinion of the current state of medical affairs in the country, but that is shit I'm not getting into here and now. All I want is a quick trip to the urgent care and some drugs. I really just want to sleep for more than 2 hours at a time. Oh, and not to be coughing like a TB patient. I'm hoping I can obtain those things tomorrow and not get sent into a rage over co-payments and other such bullshit.
Third, I could yammer on about the insane amount of $$ I have put on my credit cards ordering designer jeans that I know will be too small and have no intention of keeping, but frankly the lack of sleep is wearing me down and all I wanna do is go play Peggle. Yes folks, I am that lame. Ciao.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
It's a beautiful day......
...cue Bono belting it out while wearing those glasses with colored lenses...
No really, it is beautiful here in T-town today. Sunshine and 60 degrees. Time for sunglasses and jackets, baby. I'm fighting the urge to take my wool coat to the cleaners since it is supposed to snow in 2 days. (Yeah, bummer.) I was riding around in the car with the sunroof open this afternoon. Hallelujah!
Took the dog on a nice long walk mid-morning. It was so great. I think that is one of the things I dread most about becoming employed full time, missing the 9 or 10 am perambles with the doggit. I guess I could look for an afternoon/evening gig. Not sure how that will work out with cutting into the hanging-out-with-the-husband-time, but I guess we will just see (1) if I get a job (2) what the hours are, and (3) if we are sick of each other by then.
I'm feeling better today. My cold is finally lessening and I am returning to the land of the living. I actually did some dishes and laundry. And I finally received payment for my first 3 weeks of tutoring. Yay for $$$!! (Can I go shopping now?)
I've relaxed quite a bit on the eating, but I'm not feeling too stressed about it at the moment. The cold has left me with less appetite than normal. (Of course, my normal state is constantly ravenous.) My weight has dropped a bit, and I plan to get back to exercise class tomorrow. (Gotta try out the new shoes that came last week.)
I'm thinking that I will give myself next week to get back in the exercise routine and then the first week of April I'll kick it in the pants with the diet.
Sorry for the boring, rambling nature of this post. Between the cold meds (pseudoephedreine, I heart you so much right now) and the nice day I'm feeling quite mellow. Don't worry, the angst will be back in a day or two like the alley cat that always craps in your convertible when you leave the top down.
No really, it is beautiful here in T-town today. Sunshine and 60 degrees. Time for sunglasses and jackets, baby. I'm fighting the urge to take my wool coat to the cleaners since it is supposed to snow in 2 days. (Yeah, bummer.) I was riding around in the car with the sunroof open this afternoon. Hallelujah!
Took the dog on a nice long walk mid-morning. It was so great. I think that is one of the things I dread most about becoming employed full time, missing the 9 or 10 am perambles with the doggit. I guess I could look for an afternoon/evening gig. Not sure how that will work out with cutting into the hanging-out-with-the-husband-time, but I guess we will just see (1) if I get a job (2) what the hours are, and (3) if we are sick of each other by then.
I'm feeling better today. My cold is finally lessening and I am returning to the land of the living. I actually did some dishes and laundry. And I finally received payment for my first 3 weeks of tutoring. Yay for $$$!! (Can I go shopping now?)
I've relaxed quite a bit on the eating, but I'm not feeling too stressed about it at the moment. The cold has left me with less appetite than normal. (Of course, my normal state is constantly ravenous.) My weight has dropped a bit, and I plan to get back to exercise class tomorrow. (Gotta try out the new shoes that came last week.)
I'm thinking that I will give myself next week to get back in the exercise routine and then the first week of April I'll kick it in the pants with the diet.
Sorry for the boring, rambling nature of this post. Between the cold meds (pseudoephedreine, I heart you so much right now) and the nice day I'm feeling quite mellow. Don't worry, the angst will be back in a day or two like the alley cat that always craps in your convertible when you leave the top down.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
still sick, still on low carb
That's really all I have to report. Sniffing and coughing and I feel like a truck ran over me (not that I have actually been run over, but you get the idea.) Just going downstairs to get a drink is enough to make me need a nap.
I am feeling proud of myself, though. Always before when I got sick, I ended up throwing the low carb thing out the window. This time I am choosing to embrace the illness as a time to cleans and justifiably not eat. (Not that my husband cares if I am eating or not, but that is a subject for another day when my brain is firing on all cylinders and my wrists are not screaming as I type.)
We are hosting game night tomorrow evening and I had planned to spend the weekend cleaning like a banshee. Well, fuck that. To sick, to tired. These are my friends and they have all seen the place looking worse than it does right now so I say screw it. I'm gonna take a nap.
(And you can bet your asses that I will be "too sick to eat" tomorrow night, whether I am recovered or not. I plan to be too sick to eat for as long as I can milk it.)
I am feeling proud of myself, though. Always before when I got sick, I ended up throwing the low carb thing out the window. This time I am choosing to embrace the illness as a time to cleans and justifiably not eat. (Not that my husband cares if I am eating or not, but that is a subject for another day when my brain is firing on all cylinders and my wrists are not screaming as I type.)
We are hosting game night tomorrow evening and I had planned to spend the weekend cleaning like a banshee. Well, fuck that. To sick, to tired. These are my friends and they have all seen the place looking worse than it does right now so I say screw it. I'm gonna take a nap.
(And you can bet your asses that I will be "too sick to eat" tomorrow night, whether I am recovered or not. I plan to be too sick to eat for as long as I can milk it.)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
blah
So, I jump full-force onto the low carb bandwagon and wake up the next day with a horrific cold. Shee-it. But I'm hanging tough. Just broth and tea for me today. (And a few pork rinds and half an avocado. Girl's gotta have nourishment.)
My shipment of shoes arrived, so the 2x a day workouts can now begin. Yeah...gonna get right on that. As soon as the roving body aches go away and I can walk down stairs without crying.
And I'm out of my fav caffeine source, diet soda. The hubs was supposed to go get some, but instead decided to do some friggin' home-improvement project. Geez, he has only been putting it off for around 10 years, why pick NOW when I want something to get busy? Thanks for the support.
My shipment of shoes arrived, so the 2x a day workouts can now begin. Yeah...gonna get right on that. As soon as the roving body aches go away and I can walk down stairs without crying.
And I'm out of my fav caffeine source, diet soda. The hubs was supposed to go get some, but instead decided to do some friggin' home-improvement project. Geez, he has only been putting it off for around 10 years, why pick NOW when I want something to get busy? Thanks for the support.
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