Pretty Please?

I think I really need a week alone in a cabin in the woods to do some of the reading and writing I want to accomplish.  I am having trouble getting it finished here because there are so many distractions.  Just one example is that I was sitting here reading a book on writing Christian fiction when I remembered that I had to blog, so stop the reading to get the blogging accomplished.  And now it is snowing outside so that means no down time at all tomorrow as the kids will undoubtedly be home from school.  Now, they will be gone all weekend including Monday and Tuesday so maybe there is hope.

Waffled tonight about going to kickboxing as it was supposed to snow and it iced briefly and then turned to lots of snow, but I decided to go and am glad I did.  Got it done, got some GBC time and had a good time with Ray and Donna.  Really wish I had someone to do regular Y workouts with as it makes it so much more enjoyable, but it is apparently not in the cards.

I struggle a bit with no wanting to make people feel self conscious.  We had a gal in kickboxing tonight who was as short as she was wide, but she was there and doing it, modified to her level. I so wanted to say something to her after class but she was gone by the time I got out the door, but again, I wasn't too sure of what to say.  I just wanted to encourage her without making her feel singled out.  Is it better to not say anything? 

Okay, back to the book and soon to the next distraction of "The Biggest Loser."  Maybe I just need more hours in the day.

I Need a Few Deep Breaths

Only Monday and it was so insane and I have all this stuff rifling around in my head that I haven't had time to focus on and AUGH! And it's only MONDAY.

I worked this morning; no big deal.  After work, I ran to the rescue mission with some donations, to UPS to return boxes I never used and were taking up too much space in the basement, which I swear I am going to get around to cleaning soon, and then to the veterinary hospital to drop off towels I no longer wanted and they can always use.  Then home to finish off getting dinner ready before bolting back out to go the eye doctor. Left there to go to the grocery store that doubles my coupons to pick up the things I had coupons for, then to the high school for a meeting with The Genius' carpentry teacher, which led to the two of us going to speak to an old friend of mine from high school who teaches there.  Did not leave there till 4:30, came home, put away groceries, cooked potatoes for dinner, changed clothes for Zumba and got dinner on the table for the three boys before heading out the door to the YMCA.  Am now finally home, have cleaned up remaining dishes, eaten my own dinner, and printed out coupons.  Now I have a headache and I am not sure if it is from the sinus infection from hell or not. All out of the pred, so I hope the face throbbing does not return as I still feel like I have sludge down the back of my throat all the time.  TMI.  Sorry.

Trying to focus on trying to write, but it is so hard to narrow down a plot.  I am not at a loss for ideas, as my past experiences give me plenty, so why the hesitation to begin?  Is it fear?  Laziness?  Lack of time to truly focus?

Loved church yesterday.  Love this church. Love the sermons. Love this pastor.  He just knows how to be a pastor as opposed to going through the motions, which is what the other guy seems to do.  His heart never seemed to be in it.  Nice guy, but not spiritual at all in my opinion.  I'm just so happy that God led us to where we needed to be.

Turned a Corner

Sorry about the lack of blogging yesterday but the pounding in my face kept me from sleeping on Thursday night.  Then it was up early to get The Brit to the urologist by 8:00.  He has an appointment at the new hospital on the 17th so they can try to break up the stones with a laser or something.  In the meantime, he has more pain killers, though he is not in pain so much as discomfort now thankfully. 

While he was getting x-rays yesterday,  I called my doctor's office about my pounding face and head to find out my doc, who is really the nurse practitioner, was out due to an emergency. I gave the nurse my details and my self-diagnosis and she said she would talk to the doctor to see if he would call anything in for me.  He called in an anti-biotic (which will give me a different kind of infection by the time that is over but what can a girl do?) and a steroid.  I was very confused by the steroid until about a half hour after I took the first one.  Turns out it serves as an anti-inflammatory and my pounding head and face became much more comfortable, thank God!

After picked up the drugs, The Brit went to work and I curled up in his chair to nap for an hour and a half before leaving to cheat on my hair girl with my new hair girl.  Then back home for an hour before picking up The Genius for his therapy appointment.  While The Genius was back with his therapist, The Lawyer's school called to tell me he missed the bus and could I come get him.  I told her it wouldn't be till 4:15 as I was in an appointment with my other son.  She asked where we were and I told her the street we were on and that I could be there no later than 4:15.  She then suddenly wanted to confirm my address even though I told her nothing had changed.  When I confirmed it she said "But you said you were on ____ Street. "Yes", I explained again, "For an appointment."  No one listens anymore.

The rest of the day was quiet thankfully, mostly spent on the couch with my Kindle and a book that is freaking me out a bit called "Last Light." The thought that something like this could happen is what is scary because people would react the same way the people in the book react.  People in the best of times are borderline nuts, so take away all their modern conveniences and look out!

Okay, there is your Saturday bonus to make for no blog yesterday!

Shoot Me Now

I have discovered that my headaches are due to a possible sinus infection.  I have no green goo or anything but congestion, headaches and today, horrible pain and pressure in the left side of my face.  My upper left teeth are killing me.  Fun times!  Apparently I need to call the doctor tomorrow as sinus infections can be deadly.  Who knew? 

In other news, I went to the eye doctor today for a lens check up and because I have been having issues with my right eyes when wearing my lenses.  Yup, have some redness and little tears in my cornea from it so I had to have a prescription filled...a tiny bottle for $30.  Between my head problems and The Brit's groin problems it has been a great start to the new year!

So no gym today which pissed me off.  But I just felt too lousy and I could not imagine running with my face killing me.  Tomorrow it is Brit to the doctor, hopefully me to the doctor and a haircut at 12:45.  That's all for tonight.  Need to go die a slow and painful death.

Headaches and zumba and stents, o my!

So The Brit did fine in the surgery and the stents are only causing him discomfort as opposed to pain, thankfully.  Looking forward to him getting home so I can be in his health loop again!

The last few days I have been having horrible sinus headaches that arrived around midday and leave when I go to bed.  I am fairly sure they are sinus related as they are right across my forehead.  I'm contemplating a nettie pot.  Anyone ever used one?  Would it help?

Took Zumba again tonight and I am still having fun.  I would like to try to escape the house a second night a week to be able to take it at least once each week and not give up kickboxing.  I have got to see about new shoes soon though as now my right ankle is bothering me when I am wearing my year old ones! 

One more thing I am bothered about today and you all can tell me if I am being far too sensitive about this issue.  One of the local churches is collecting donations for a backpack thing.  Basically there is concern that kids that get the free lunch at school are not getting proper nutrition at home on the weekends so there are backpacks being assembled to feed these kids over the weekends.  Some of the items they are asking for are candy bars, peanut butter or cheese crackers, spaghetti-o's, chips, etc.  Okay, here is what  I think is a fact: these kids are being fed on weekends and my guess is that they are being fed this kind of crap because it is not expensive.  With the obesity epidemic in this country affecting kids so much now, is this really a good answer?  These foods are horrible for kids. On the flip side, a few of the items are oatmeal packs, canned fruit and veggies, which is better but why not just keep it on the better side?

And the Stress Continues

Tomorrow morning, The Brit is having a stent put up his doo dad.  This is to ensure that his kidneys are not jeopardized through this ordeal.  He is following up with a urologist here in town on Friday where hopefully, they are going to blast the stones to break them up. So that is where we are with that.

Then today was the Lutheran Study and the only one who came in to talk to me was Mrs Puppet Master.  Then tonight, I went to kickboxing to find no Michael as he had an emergency at work, which meant one Jennifer....ugh!  I was there, the regular gym was packed so I sucked it up to try to deal with that, but damn, she annoys me!  She is so fast and frenzied that there is no way to focus on form or strength and because of that  I don't feel like I get the workout  I am looking for. Sure, I could have left, but again, I was there.  It just wound up feeling like a waste of time.  Instead of working off stress, I felt even more agitated when it was over. I'll make up for it tomorrow in the gym and if Sharee is teaching Zumba tomorrow night, I may even hit the Y twice.

Jimnotmike, I am not for a minute asking The Brit to not travel or not work so hard.  He loves what he does and he loves the travel.  I just want him to take a little time out of his day to do something for himself that is healthy.  If that means a half hour of less television in the evening and taking a walk instead, I will gladly go with him.  That's all I want.  I want him to not give up on his health.


Had a really nice lunch with Leisl today; always good to have an ear in person to vent to, especially this week with all this going on with The Brit and him being so far away.  Be glad when he gets home...even if he is grouchy.

So Stubborn

All week last week, The Brit was dealing with at least one kidney stone.  He has had bouts with these off and on over the years when he elects to allow himself to drink soda and he has been soda drinking the last few weeks, so thus, the stones.  He would feel bad, then better, then bad, then better and yesterday he was fairly sure he had passed it and this morning he boarded a plane to Atlanta.  So of course, now he is in a hospital in Atlanta with not one but two 10mm stones that are not going to pass on their own.  His white blood cell count is through the roof so they are keeping him overnight and pumping him full of antibiotics. Not sure what will happen from there and I hate that he is so far away and in the hospital.


I wish more than anything that I could get him to take better care of himself. I have hinted at it here and the last thing I want to do is nag because let's be honest, nagging someone about something doesn't do any good.  The person has to want to do better and I just wish I could get him to want to do better.  He takes care of us, he takes care of things and work and somehow he is at the bottom of the priority list for himself.  It wouldn't take much; just a small altering here and there, a half hour a day put aside to do something healthy.  I would hate to see a life or death situation be what makes him want to do better.

I don't want him angry at me for writing this.  Lord knows, I'm not perfect and I've gained ten pounds over the last few months.  But I am working on getting it off.  I am saying this because I love him and because I really don't want to face life without him because he didn't take the time to take care of himself.  Though I know I am not promised tomorrow, I would still prefer that I not die from something tomorrow that I could have prevented.

So anyway, pray for him; that they are able to dissolve the stones and that maybe he would start to take better care of himself.

I took Zumba tonight and for the first time I actually enjoyed it!