One Heck of a Week

Today is our anniversary.  I’ve spent most of it sleeping on the couch.  No we’re not fighting.  We’re sick.

This nightmare of a week started Tuesday when I was teaching.  I had the “got a bit of a tickle cough” going on.  Only to wake up Wednesday with a heck of a temp.  We’re talking 102 when I left early from the office.  After a nice nap on the couch I went to my psych follow-up (part of the lap band program) and didn’t feel well at all there then it was off to the walk in clinic my primary care dr office offers.  I was so not happy with this experience.  Let’s just say that for people who are not feeling well sitting ALONE in a waiting area for two flipping hours makes you feel so much better.

Anyway, once I was seen by the triage nurse she told me to talk to the lap people.  Um, ok.  Let me word this carefully.  Getting my nostril pierced hurt less than getting my nasal passage swabbed.  Then because that went so well the lab lady decided that my throat should be swabbed as well.  Yippee.  At least these tests were of the rapid variety.  Both came up negative for flu and strep respectively.  Back to the exam room.  Dr comes in.  Dr says “well the tests were negative so looks like it’s viral.  Want a note for work?”  I really think that my eye was starting to twitch after that one.  So two hours waiting and about five minutes being seen I get a note for work and an order to call them if it gets worse and I can come back in (for another copay).  Not happening.  I went straight to bed only to wake up at about 2am with a temp of 103.2 and seeing sparkly things.  Good times.

Cool shower and sleeping on the couch helped to pull that temp down to a more manageable 100 or so.  Only to have to go to the surgeon’s office to get my first fill.  I waited five weeks for this I was going come hell-or-high-water.  Yeah, did attempted to do that.  Apparently the port where they inject the saline into the band has shifted somehow and I have to get my fill under x-ray.  But the lady that schedules these isn’t in until Monday.  Just getting better isn’t it.  Going back home to bed.

Silly me thought that I could teach that night.  HA!  Ok, it’s not like I could call and get a sub so I went in.  Got home and you betcha… 102 again.  Ugh.  See a pattern yet?  Stayed in bed Friday.  All day.  It would have been nice except now in addition to the fever I’m producing enough green garbage to sink a small barge.  Fast forward to today.  Sunday.  Anniversary.  Yeah, right.  He got a mini quiche breakfast because it was super easy and I felt bad about not doing anything else for the poor man… and back to bed.  I’ve got to go into work tomorrow.  Not sure how that will go but it will be done.  Prayer heals, right?  Yeah, let’s try that.

This WILL Come Out of My Mouth

My friend Shelly over at the world according to eggface made a statement the other day and I can SO see myself saying this.  So let’s call this a warning.  Now, let’s just see how long it takes for me to spit this little jewel out.

So yeah every once in awhile I start channeling Martha Freakin’ Stewart and shit like this happens…

I really love Shelly’s site.  It’s a super fun read with great recipes for bandies and non-bandies alike.  I’m saving up the protein ice cream recipes for when I finally get the ice cream maker attachment for my kitchenaid mixer.

Update

18 pounds gone

So it’s been about three weeks since my lap band surgery.  I’ve lost the equivalent to the cat in the picture above.  Now all but two of those pounds were gone the first two weeks and it’s been slow since then.  But I guess that is why the time between the surgery and the first saline fill is known as bandster hell. 

Currently I don’t feel any restriction when I eat.  Which is really tempting to slide back into my old ways.  Let me tell you how good pizza sounds.  Not that I can’t eat it but that I want to eat the whole stinking thing.  Stilly willpower. 

I get my first saline fill November 5.  Hopefully after that I’ll be able to start to actually live the lifestyle I know that I need to.  Can you say hello negative reinforcement? 

On a different topic.  Teaching is really quite fun.  I just administered the first test last night so we’ll see how well what I’m saying is actually sticking.  Should be interesting.

Have a Blessed Day?

I don’t know if it’s because I take calls all day from people in their seventies, eighties, and nineties or if there is a different reason for so many calls closing with “have a blessed day”.  Not that I mind when people tell me that.  It just makes me think.  “Of what,” you ask?  Well, for starters what is an unblessed day like?  How do I know if I’ve had a blessed day?  Who is blessing my day?  Who decides how many people will have a blessed day verses an unblessed one?

I’m not complaining about total strangers “blessing” me.  Goodness knows I’m probably in need.  My issue is when it isn’t sincere.  Just like when someone asks how you’re doing.  Very few people say things like that and really mean it.  I know I’m guilty of it as well.  Just another thing I need to work on I guess.

Here’s to everyone having a blessed day… whatever that means to you.

I’m Back

A few updates.  First, lap band surgery went “better than textbook” to quote my surgeon.  My staples came out and I’m back to eating almost real foods.  An almost real food would be things like cottage cheese, jello, potatoes, shrimp, fish steaks, and protein shakes of course.  I’m about jello’d out.  But it paid off… with….

16 pounds down

So I’m super happy there.  I get to go back to work next Tuesday and things will finally be back to normal.

The next big change is I’m officially an adjunct professor at a local community college.  I teach a pharmacy technician class twice weekly for a very fun group of adults.

So far this is fun.  Have to grade papers now so we’ll see if I still think it’s so fun after I’m finished.