Well, I survived the semester. It was a rough ending. Definitely need to remind myself to compare the due dates in my syllabi. My large papers were all due on the same day which was a bad call on my part. Next semester my Health Psychology and Social Psychology courses are bigger (at least 20) so I'm going to need be a little more careful.
The official verdict on my lungs is using an inhaler before strenuous exercise. My breathing is weird, but not bad enough to warrant an asthma diagnosis. So far that seems to be doing the trick, but I go back to spin next week so we will see how it holds up. Hubby and I have officially joined the YMCA so we can go swimming while little one gets to go to drop off day care. I think she is going to be super excited. My husband might have a heart attack though. He's so adorable.
Last week was horrendous. There was the stress of starting summer school and family issues. I hope to never have to feel that way again.
Now things are moving back to normal. I am enjoying my fancy new kindle fire. I'm totally impressed with myself because I learned how to thwart itunes to load video to the kindle via a convertor. It's been a long time since I have felt that accomplished with winning at a nerdy thing :o)
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Breathing
So today I took my asthma test. They had me breathe into a tube normally. Then you have to take a deep breathe in and then blow hard and push all the air out of your lungs. After they got a base line reading, they starting giving me medication to provoke a reaction. There are five steps to the medications. If you make it through all of the steps with no reaction you are good to go. If you have a reaction at any step, you have to stop and take a different set of meds to stop the reaction.
I started to have problems at step 4 and after step 5 I was taking the inhaler. So something is going on at least. I'm back to my regular doctor on Tuesday to find out what I should be doing about all of this. The inhaler had weird side effects. My hands and feet felt like they were asleep, but shaking. I felt shaky and wired. It was not so fun, but after 5 minutes I could breathe better and within 20 I was less jittery.
So I decided to mow the lawn... and now my nose is stuffed. Not my best decision.
I started to have problems at step 4 and after step 5 I was taking the inhaler. So something is going on at least. I'm back to my regular doctor on Tuesday to find out what I should be doing about all of this. The inhaler had weird side effects. My hands and feet felt like they were asleep, but shaking. I felt shaky and wired. It was not so fun, but after 5 minutes I could breathe better and within 20 I was less jittery.
So I decided to mow the lawn... and now my nose is stuffed. Not my best decision.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Why I oughta...
So today, I really wanted to cut somebody. And with the time of year that it is, one would assume it would be a lousy paper that drove me to thought, but it was actually the disorganization of a hospital.
Today I was suppose to have my asthma test. They called me themselves on the 13th and scheduled it for today. But apparently, that was a lie. While I have the incoming call in my cell, apparently they did not actually schedule anything. So I spend 45 minutes sitting around while they figured out that they had no record of me, didn't know what I needed done, assumed it was the clinic's fault. When I was leaving, I was shaking and trying not to cry with rage. It is the week before finals and I've got a lot to get done. I could have finished a final with that 45 minutes so I was freaking pissed. I was trying not to freak out on the poor receptionist because it wasn't her fault, but oh my I sure wanted to.
They called me later this afternoon to apologize and reschedule. So I am now doing it on Thursday which sucks because that is when I finally start getting papers. I was polite, but I could not resist the back handed comment that while getting off work was not an issue there was no way to get over the lost of productive time.
Today I was suppose to have my asthma test. They called me themselves on the 13th and scheduled it for today. But apparently, that was a lie. While I have the incoming call in my cell, apparently they did not actually schedule anything. So I spend 45 minutes sitting around while they figured out that they had no record of me, didn't know what I needed done, assumed it was the clinic's fault. When I was leaving, I was shaking and trying not to cry with rage. It is the week before finals and I've got a lot to get done. I could have finished a final with that 45 minutes so I was freaking pissed. I was trying not to freak out on the poor receptionist because it wasn't her fault, but oh my I sure wanted to.
They called me later this afternoon to apologize and reschedule. So I am now doing it on Thursday which sucks because that is when I finally start getting papers. I was polite, but I could not resist the back handed comment that while getting off work was not an issue there was no way to get over the lost of productive time.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Next One
One) Doctors should not be allowed to send letters about a condition unless everything is fine and smiles. Otherwise, that is just cruel because you get a letter, probably after hours, and then you flip out because you wouldn't know exactly what the jargon means anyway (Or would not believe).
Two) No, I didn't exactly get that letter. It's in the mail... I found out about my ultrasound today. I called yesterday to find out more, but they didn't call me back. After waiting for most of today, I got frustrated and called again. I learned that both my ovaries have cysts. They still do not think that it is any big deal. They want to get me in to have another ultrasound in two months. I did a little mayo clinic internet research. I now understand a little bit more about why the doctor would not be freaking out. Apparently cysts are actually super common (which I suppose I should have recognized as I do know people who have cysts) and while there are cyst types that one should be super worried about this at least is not that.
Three) So after all this, had the freak out of maybe Parker would be an only child due to all this. Again, what information did I have to base this on? None. At the time, I knew very little and it was really just a freak out about having something wrong with me in general and/or something wrong with my ovaries. We all take for granted that our internal workings are fine until we are blatantly confronted with evidence to the contrary. I mean, no one wants to believe that anything will ever be wrong with them. The weirdest part of that freak out is that I'm not sure if I want to have another child. I have extreme worries about a second pregnancy due to having a c-section. I don't want to make that decision until little miss is closer to 2 and somewhat more independent. I mean regardless of seeing little babies over the last week I don't really have baby fever. I mean, yes, the babies were adorable and smell amazing (nothing like baby smell- it is crack), but I love my big girl dearly. I shouldn't be surprised. It's all about the psychology of control. If you believe you have control over something, you feel better about it than if you believe you have no control. Man, I hate it when knowing the psychology behind something is not actually comforting.
3) I'm done with worrying and self pity. I indulged myself in that last week, but this week I refuse to go with it. I'm training for a 5K. Well, kinda. I'm going to try to complete from couch to 5K. I don't have a 5K in mind. I'm just not a runner, but we were looking at doing a zombie 5K (it didn't work out this year), but we are going to try to do it next year. I'm working out and losing weight to earn me the next season of True Blood that comes out at the end of May. I have been way into spring cleaning. I will be fine. I will rise above. And I will not dwell. It is not worth my time. And the more I tell myself all of this, the more I will remind myself and make it true. Self fulfilling prophecy for the win.
Two) No, I didn't exactly get that letter. It's in the mail... I found out about my ultrasound today. I called yesterday to find out more, but they didn't call me back. After waiting for most of today, I got frustrated and called again. I learned that both my ovaries have cysts. They still do not think that it is any big deal. They want to get me in to have another ultrasound in two months. I did a little mayo clinic internet research. I now understand a little bit more about why the doctor would not be freaking out. Apparently cysts are actually super common (which I suppose I should have recognized as I do know people who have cysts) and while there are cyst types that one should be super worried about this at least is not that.
Three) So after all this, had the freak out of maybe Parker would be an only child due to all this. Again, what information did I have to base this on? None. At the time, I knew very little and it was really just a freak out about having something wrong with me in general and/or something wrong with my ovaries. We all take for granted that our internal workings are fine until we are blatantly confronted with evidence to the contrary. I mean, no one wants to believe that anything will ever be wrong with them. The weirdest part of that freak out is that I'm not sure if I want to have another child. I have extreme worries about a second pregnancy due to having a c-section. I don't want to make that decision until little miss is closer to 2 and somewhat more independent. I mean regardless of seeing little babies over the last week I don't really have baby fever. I mean, yes, the babies were adorable and smell amazing (nothing like baby smell- it is crack), but I love my big girl dearly. I shouldn't be surprised. It's all about the psychology of control. If you believe you have control over something, you feel better about it than if you believe you have no control. Man, I hate it when knowing the psychology behind something is not actually comforting.
3) I'm done with worrying and self pity. I indulged myself in that last week, but this week I refuse to go with it. I'm training for a 5K. Well, kinda. I'm going to try to complete from couch to 5K. I don't have a 5K in mind. I'm just not a runner, but we were looking at doing a zombie 5K (it didn't work out this year), but we are going to try to do it next year. I'm working out and losing weight to earn me the next season of True Blood that comes out at the end of May. I have been way into spring cleaning. I will be fine. I will rise above. And I will not dwell. It is not worth my time. And the more I tell myself all of this, the more I will remind myself and make it true. Self fulfilling prophecy for the win.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Some relief
Well, I got my results from my mammogram. One, it is always a relief when a letter shows up, because really bad news does not come in letter form from clinics. I passed with no abnormalities. Whew. I knew that was most likely going to be the case, but I cried with relief when read the letter. So I just need to hear about my ultrasound and the obnoxious part of this will be over. My asthma test is scheduled for next week so by the end of April I should be all fixed up right?
Had an excellent weekend, Martinis on Friday and shopping with the girls on Saturday. What a time! I then had my first real experience with sushi. I would do it again, but I did not love all of it. Alright, time to get groceries, clean, and bake some friendship bread.
Had an excellent weekend, Martinis on Friday and shopping with the girls on Saturday. What a time! I then had my first real experience with sushi. I would do it again, but I did not love all of it. Alright, time to get groceries, clean, and bake some friendship bread.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Two down
Well had my ultrasound today so they could take a look at my ovaries. The tech thought it could be today or a few days before they call me with results. I SOOO vote for today, but my vote is worthless so back to coping. I noticed this morning that I have four main coping mechanisms eating whatever the hell I want (totally just had a bacon cheeseburger for lunch), exercising, the internet, and doing things to make other people smile. Only two of these things should I keep up.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
One down
Well today I had my mammogram. Sure I won't find out anything for 5-8 days, but the procedure is done. Honestly the procedure itself is pretty lame. I realized having a small child is excellent prep for a mammogram. I'm used to have my boobs stepped on without warning or used as leverage points. So it really was not painful or anything. I mean you wouldn't want to stay like that, but no biggie.
I have the closet fear that something weird will show up, but I'm really not thinking about that. I'm feeling pretty calm about things. I don't expect anything strange will be there, but if there is it will be caught early and little if it is something or it could be nothing. That's a little zen. Must be all the cookies that I have eaten today. I should maybe workout to work off some of those. I'll think about it.
I have the closet fear that something weird will show up, but I'm really not thinking about that. I'm feeling pretty calm about things. I don't expect anything strange will be there, but if there is it will be caught early and little if it is something or it could be nothing. That's a little zen. Must be all the cookies that I have eaten today. I should maybe workout to work off some of those. I'll think about it.
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