deus ex mama
there’s no need for people to get completely bummed out just because i am having a sulk about my health (or current lack thereof). DH has created a LALA radio station that plays some of the things our kids like to hear. give it a listen and enjoy some selections that Barney would probably not sing.
so i thought i was a happy little clam these past few days. i was spared blogging since NaBloPoMo was over (and i didn’t win any random prizes — sob!). i had great platelets yesterday. i was feeling pretty well.
then today, the immunologist called. the long story short: in his opinion, i am in the early stages of developing common variable immunodeficiency syndrome. i’m not in screaming need at the moment, but considering my allergies to a zillion antibiotics, coupled with my history and my antibody levels (i did produce some after those lovely immunizations (yay me!), but not what a healthy person would have done), it is probably in my near-future. i can think about this and decide whether i want to hop right into treatment (for basically the rest of my life) or whether i want to just be monitored for awhile and see how i do on my own (or until the next big health issue comes forward).
i just have to think.
this clip of the Helsinki Complaints Choir made my day. the artists have also created complaint choirs in Hamburg, Birmingham, and St. Petersburg, using local musicians to score the complaints. love it.
for those of you who can manage to scroll back all the way to nov. 21st (you can DO it!), you might recall that i promised mr. jools a slurpee should he keep his pants dry and clean all day. ok, so he had a slight mishap on thanksgiving day; otherwise, he has been a superchamp. so today, after school, we piled into the car, and the three of us had a slurpee party. nevermind we all had coke (ok, i had diet pepsi, which i secretly loathe but which was the only thing edible that fit in with my new food regime) slurpees, and as newly-caffeinated citizens, we will all be up until 3am tonight.
we brought aforementioned slurpees home in time to watch the humungus leaf sucker truck (as it is known in these parts) eat up the leaves in the street. jools at first was afraid the giant hose would suck him up, too. BC, meanwhile, wanted to get as close as possible to the hose to see inside it, making me very nervous. (it’s always feast or famine, huh.) and we sat and watched them as they slowly moved down our sleep. after our leaves were sucked up, we had the good fortune of seeing the men take the truck apart, as the truck broke down — someone put a plastic bag in the pile, which felled the giant machine.
in these parts, that makes for good theater. sadly, we had to break up the fun because it was time to pick up DH at the metro. but we had us some good fun, we did.
ok, maybe not a star. not even a slight twinkle. but i ended up on the today show on friday, apparently. of course, when they filmed, i had just come home from the immunologist’s, crying my eyes out all the way down the beltway. so my face has that just-cried-and-now-i’m-all-puffy look. but hey, at least i was coherent. after i am on camera, my friends jim and paula (and another mother i don’t know who mentions “wigglies”) are on it, too. they look much better.
check out part 6, today show netcast, friday nov 24[/url]. and the kids in the pics are all from BC’s school. don’t bother; our friends at NBC have reused the link. another reason to hate GE.
so today was my first day on body for life, or BFL as it is known by the fitness congnoscenti/freaks. i did 30 minutes on my elliptical and ate pretty well. i had a wonderful lunch with a former colleague and dear friend of mine who is going back to her home country (a country she has lived in for apparently 2 minutes, as she has lived most of her life in the UK) — and while we were at nooshi, i managed to avoid all my favorite noodle dishes and instead get a little cup of tom yum kha and a lettuce salad with lots of plain chicken (which i dipped in plum sauce — lightly). ok, ok, so it wasn’t perfect, but for me, it was one quantum leap into behaving.
but i noticed now, at day’s end, that i cheated myself and didn’t eat all i could eat. i could have ::drum roll:: chocolate pudding. ok, so sugar free chocolate pudding. but still. i started to mix up a jello pudding package, only to discover that the skim milk had spoilt. (i’m refraining from a favorite little rascals routine here regarding not drinking the milk.) DH, in a mood of sincere valor (and realizing i would go through heavy withdrawal with literally no chocolate under my belt for the day) volunteered to go to the supermarket at 8pm to get my milk (plus a few other things for himself.)
so i’m sitting here: fat, dumb, but happy. i got my pudding. my half-cup of sugar free pudding (with a dollop of low fat cool whip in it). it ain’t a Reeses’, but i’ll take it.
i got crazy one day and created some t-shirts. you can check them out on my zazzle page.
nothin’ fancy, of course.
i know, i know. everyone says they’ll start their diets tomorrow. and it is probably somewhat insane to start a new food-related regime at the start of the holiday season. but that’s just the kind of chick i am.
i’ve been doing lots of reading about body for life; and while i sincerely doubt i will ever look as amazingly toned as these folks, i like the somewhat sane concept of eating carefully, eating more meals, more protein, fewer carbs, and doing cardio and weights (i hate doing weights, so maybe this will grow on me). when i was younger, it was all about looking good in clothing. i was a bit more vain than i am at present. now, at my advanced age of jesus + 8 (as my friend maren and i like to say), i am simply sick of feeling huge thanks to bad eating habits, bearing two children, and an extended period on steroids. i simply want to feel better. period.
yep. i’ll probably be boring you with information on this scintillating topic now, too. i can just feel the joy.
ya know, i have been trying my best to write something each day in order to keep up with NaBloPoMo, but i’m so exhausted from our day at the National Zoo that i thought instead, i would share with you all my wish list. see, we didn’t do much in the gift-giving department once we got older in my family (we don’t wait until a holiday to give stuff to each other), but my BS has raised it to a fine art. in the desire to help him out, i created a wishlist on amazon. is it complete? hell no. but it’s a start.
of course, if anyone out there wants to buy me socks, have at it 😉