I have decided to write a book and sell it for $19.95 each, plus a nominal fee for shipping and handling. There are so many other ideas of how to lose weight, and none of them are as fast acting as this one.
The only drawback is that it's a one-time deal, and it may not work the same for everyone. So, I guess it won't sell a lot of books. Good thing I'm not quitting my day job.
Monday before we left I weighed myself, just to see if I could remember how much I weighed beforehand. As of this afternoon, in three days I have lost seven pounds. So much for a water only diet.
I guess this means that I'll probably gain it all back once I start eating again, but I don't see that being tomorrow, either. So, while everyone else is stuffing their faces with turkey, dressing, cheesy green beans, fruit salad, deviled eggs, sweet potato casserole and hot buttered rolls, I'll be enjoying liquid pain medications, ice water, and a lollipop that makes my whole head numb.
Ah... there are things to be thankful for this season...
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
This is my only voice now
Well, surgery this morning went fine, and I was out of there in a short three hours. So, no big deal. The worst part is that I can't talk. It hurts to swallow, it hurts to think about swallowing, and it feels like there is a cotton ball stuck in the back of my throat. Yuck.
I would never tell him this, but I am getting more and more thankful that my mother will be here tomorrow. Jonathan doesn't understand that he has to be the one to watch what his child is doing every minute the little man is awake, because there is no guarantee that I'm going to be awake and watching him, even if he is in the same room as Mommy.
Anyone have any other suggestions on what I can eat, though? Ice cream and yogurt and pudding and popsicles are all dairy based, and they are all causing that crap to stay in the back of my throat. I need something that won't leave a milky aftertaste. Doc said I couldn't have hot soups yet, though, because I don't want to lose the scabs on my cuts. Yuck. Colder is better.
So, ice water and grape juice are my new food favorites... no matter how much I want some fried catfish, or some Doritos, or the chicken dish that a friend brought over for dinner, I just can't.
This bites.
I would never tell him this, but I am getting more and more thankful that my mother will be here tomorrow. Jonathan doesn't understand that he has to be the one to watch what his child is doing every minute the little man is awake, because there is no guarantee that I'm going to be awake and watching him, even if he is in the same room as Mommy.
Anyone have any other suggestions on what I can eat, though? Ice cream and yogurt and pudding and popsicles are all dairy based, and they are all causing that crap to stay in the back of my throat. I need something that won't leave a milky aftertaste. Doc said I couldn't have hot soups yet, though, because I don't want to lose the scabs on my cuts. Yuck. Colder is better.
So, ice water and grape juice are my new food favorites... no matter how much I want some fried catfish, or some Doritos, or the chicken dish that a friend brought over for dinner, I just can't.
This bites.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Getting nervous...
I don't "do" hospitals.
My only visits to date have been to see ill grandparents, beautiful new babies, or other ill family members, and then the only time I stayed myself was eighteen months ago when I had my child. And that time wasn't really as bad as other friends of mine have had. I walked out on my own two days later and was back to my usual routine, with just a little less sleep at night. And my mom was there to help.
I don't like being under the weather. I don't like having to have people help me do anything. I don't like not being in control. So, tomorrow isn't going to be fun. Luckily, my surgery isn't at a hospital (which sounds bad, I know), but instead at the Surgery Center, where I have heard that they are extremely nice and helpful. So, at least I don't have to do the hospital thing, but it's still outpatient surgery, and it still sucks. Tomorrow is the beginning of the week of heck for me. I have tried to write down all the things that need to be done tomorrow, and for the rest of the week, so that no matter how I feel, I will at least know what needs to get done.
But the best part of all, my mom is coming on Tuesday. Then I know that all will be well, because my mom will always take care of everything. Sometimes it's nice to have Mom come take care of you. Even when you don't usually like it .
My only visits to date have been to see ill grandparents, beautiful new babies, or other ill family members, and then the only time I stayed myself was eighteen months ago when I had my child. And that time wasn't really as bad as other friends of mine have had. I walked out on my own two days later and was back to my usual routine, with just a little less sleep at night. And my mom was there to help.
I don't like being under the weather. I don't like having to have people help me do anything. I don't like not being in control. So, tomorrow isn't going to be fun. Luckily, my surgery isn't at a hospital (which sounds bad, I know), but instead at the Surgery Center, where I have heard that they are extremely nice and helpful. So, at least I don't have to do the hospital thing, but it's still outpatient surgery, and it still sucks. Tomorrow is the beginning of the week of heck for me. I have tried to write down all the things that need to be done tomorrow, and for the rest of the week, so that no matter how I feel, I will at least know what needs to get done.
But the best part of all, my mom is coming on Tuesday. Then I know that all will be well, because my mom will always take care of everything. Sometimes it's nice to have Mom come take care of you. Even when you don't usually like it .
Friday, November 18, 2005
Problem Solved
Recently, I have posted gross things about myself. More specifically, the fact that I have "cryptic tonsils." Well, Monday, this problem will be solved. I will have what I like to call "No-Mo" tonsils. I have surgery scheduled at 7am Monday morning... God awful early for surgery, sure hope the doc is a morning person!
Then, it's all good for me, because even though I will be in more pain that I care to think about, with no epidural in sight, I will at least have access to liquid pain medicines, and as much ice cream and popsicles as I can fit into 24 hours a day. I've even been warned that I may lose a few pounds... how is this not a WIN- WIN situation? Besides, the pain, I mean. But, hey, I had a child, I can do this too. But, childbirth didn't last 7 - 10 days. That's how long they keep saying that it will take me to feel better. Ugh.
So, this is also fair warning that my next post may be a little late in coming, and if it is next week, please go easy on me. I may be so taken care of by medicines that I may not know what I am really saying. Just a precaution... don't want too many people to be upset about not seeing a new post next week, if that's what happens! :) Pray for me, and the doctors taking care of me!
Then, it's all good for me, because even though I will be in more pain that I care to think about, with no epidural in sight, I will at least have access to liquid pain medicines, and as much ice cream and popsicles as I can fit into 24 hours a day. I've even been warned that I may lose a few pounds... how is this not a WIN- WIN situation? Besides, the pain, I mean. But, hey, I had a child, I can do this too. But, childbirth didn't last 7 - 10 days. That's how long they keep saying that it will take me to feel better. Ugh.
So, this is also fair warning that my next post may be a little late in coming, and if it is next week, please go easy on me. I may be so taken care of by medicines that I may not know what I am really saying. Just a precaution... don't want too many people to be upset about not seeing a new post next week, if that's what happens! :) Pray for me, and the doctors taking care of me!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tears in my Eyes
When I was pregnant, everyone told me that my emotions would change, and that I would cry at a drop of a hat. Well, I haven't really done that, but I do cry at things that are unexpected. For example, this song by Rascal Flatts about Sarah Beth.
I have their latest cd, and I guess I never got to that song on the cd, because they just started wearing it out on the radio, and every time I hear it, I cry. Most specifically, the minute they sing about "where his hair had been, softly she touches just skin."
EVERY SINGLE TIME, there are tears streaming down my face as the song plays on, like they don't know that they need to stop playing until I compose myself.
I don't know why these tears happen. But, I have thought of a few reasons it might be:
1. The boy is the kind of boy I want my Micheal to grow up to be, compassionate, kind, and unselfish.
2. I know that there are not kids like that out there anymore. I teach, and I see selfish kids every day that wouldn't shave their head for someone else. Considering they can't believe that wearing my hair crooked doesn't humiliate me.
3. There aren't adults out there that would be compassionate for that girl anymore. Compassion is not a trait that our society promotes anymore. What can we do about that?
4. Work is stressing me out, and I can't get out of this frustrating rut.
So, until then, I will be driving around, listening to my radio or cd, and streaming tears as I go.
I have their latest cd, and I guess I never got to that song on the cd, because they just started wearing it out on the radio, and every time I hear it, I cry. Most specifically, the minute they sing about "where his hair had been, softly she touches just skin."
EVERY SINGLE TIME, there are tears streaming down my face as the song plays on, like they don't know that they need to stop playing until I compose myself.
I don't know why these tears happen. But, I have thought of a few reasons it might be:
1. The boy is the kind of boy I want my Micheal to grow up to be, compassionate, kind, and unselfish.
2. I know that there are not kids like that out there anymore. I teach, and I see selfish kids every day that wouldn't shave their head for someone else. Considering they can't believe that wearing my hair crooked doesn't humiliate me.
3. There aren't adults out there that would be compassionate for that girl anymore. Compassion is not a trait that our society promotes anymore. What can we do about that?
4. Work is stressing me out, and I can't get out of this frustrating rut.
So, until then, I will be driving around, listening to my radio or cd, and streaming tears as I go.
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