I can pose for a sculpture .. as a fertility Goddess, I kind of resemble one. Yikes!

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Ah yes, the doctor's visit.  He's still a jerk but he's a popular jerk and he gets high marks from his patients on everything but the waiting room wait.  But he asks what we would rather, get in quickly and out just as fast?  Or wait longer and have him spend some time with you.  He's got a point there.  He does spend time with you, he's just a smart-ass.  That's a good thing in my book.  Don't like doctors who keep up the doctor professional facade and never say how they actually feel about anything. I like that he has been known to tell me stories about how his wife thinks he's an a-hole, and how he asks me if the boyfriend is still around even though I've gotten fat.  To him that must be a sign of true love. I can always count on him to ask something .. how's your mom?  Which today lead me to say "she died".  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Yeah that was a tough 6 months.  I'm sorry.  Not surprised, but sorry."  "Did they give her good care over there?" referring to the hospital she was at that he is not affiliated with.  And when I assured him they cared for her very well he was off to another subject.  


My weight.  Gah.  It always goes there.  I told him my toes have started to burn pretty much all the time which he pronounced to be diabetic peripheral neuropathy.  Which of course you know I googled as soon as I could.  Basically it's nerve damage caused by high (uncontrolled) glucose.  I didn't tell him but I am starting to feel it in my hands now and again too.  Not on a constant basis.  And just think - if I lost weight I would not have to worry diabetes or high blood pressure, I would just have to look out for the other common things that have occurred in my family like high blood pressure, breast cancer, and colon cancer. Oh joy.  But a disease that is because I am an emotional eater?  Unacceptable. 


I'm not taking any of this lightly, am coming up with a plan.  Hot toes  makes me very nervous.

Gak!

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Oh creepy crawlies, creepy crawlies - ICK!! Almost home from the nursing home tonight, no dinner yet, contemplating my blog failure of yesterday when I went to get my hair cut and failed to get a picture of the young kid getting a classic Justin Bieber haircut, when my phone rang. "Mom, how do you check the fuses?"

Sigh-h-h. Have been very careful to not blow any fuses in quite a while. Now my son was calling me at the end of a long and stressful day to tell me "the whole back of the house is out." GAH.

After asking questions and determining that the garage door was not working, I cringed. I'm not in any shape to heave my girth up and over a windowsill and into a dark and creepy crawly barely used (by humans) garage. But when I got there, I did just that. Got into the garage, found the blown fuse, replaced it and re-engaged the garage door opener. All before walking in the door to pee.

I rushed to the bathroom after hurriedly feeding the crabby old man cat, after washing my hands about 17 times to get the smelly I have no idea what it was from the tree I was hanging onto - off my hands. Got the door closed, started the water in the sink for the cat who drinks there, pulled down my pants and as I was bending at the knees to sit - a spider - on the tile directly in front of me - his legs spanning the whole 10" x 10" tile. Okay maybe he was smaller than that. The tile, I mean.

Regardless.

I had my pants down and was horrified to see that right in front of me, mid sit. Must kill creepy crawly things. When and wherever I see them in my house. The thought that it had probably dropped off of ME, had been transported from the garage by ME did not occur to me until after I stumbled around with dropped trou as it ran onto the rug and tried to escape.

*Shudder*

Did not need that at the end of a long day - hell - a long week. Spider killed, flushed, and pee accomplished I changed into lay-about clothes but not before taking off my creepy crawly clothes, bending over and shaking out my hair.

I still feel crawly things. And smelly things. Have I mentioned how much I hate this house?

And THEN ... and THEN ... Andy comes running out of the back of the house "sh*t sh*t sh*t!!!!"
Oh geez. I went back there and ... the fuse had blown again. The window unit air conditioner was hissing and spitting and dying and freaking Andy out before it blew the fuse. So now we know the culprit!

And you can bet your sweet bippy it wasn't me who climbed in the garage window a second time - ICK!!! But I was the one to change the fuse again. Sounds like a trip to the local hardware store is in order soon.

So how was your week?
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How was your day???

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So last night my car wouldn’t start. I got the whine over and over but it would not turn over. Luckily my daughter is home from school because I was able to take her car to work this morning. I say lucky, but I’m finding that term to be relative.

I was making a stop to get my blood drawn this morning, for blood work I have done on a regular basis. That meant no tea, no bagel, nothing except my sip of water with meds this morning. But I’ll be doggoned if I’m going to miss one of my 2 mugs of tea – so I made 2 this morning to bring with me.

It was drizzly and gray, a tad foggy even, as I stepped outside with my huge purse slung over my shoulder, my lunchbox hanging on one arm and my 2 mugs gripped by the handles in one hand. Keys in the other – I managed to open the door to my daughter’s car.

It’s a lot lower than my car. I have a small, girls SUV, just about the height for me to slide right into the seat when I get in without really lowering myself much. Dani has a Grand Am which makes me feel like my butt is skimming the pavement when I’m driving it.

There I was with my hands full, with 2 swinging bags of sorts to deal with while I tried to lower myself down to the driveway level to get into the seat without spilling my tea. I wasn’t worried about spilling it in her car, I just didn’t want to miss a drop when I actually got to drink it later!

My daughter is 3 inches shorter than I am and at least 50 lbs lighter. At least. To get behind the steering wheel is a feat all on its own because she adjusts that wheel so it’s totally vertical, which means I can’t get my thighs under it! Her seat is also up so far that my knees are up under the steering wheel so until I can adjust the wheel and the seat, it’s extremely uncomfortable. Add to that when I slid in (yeah, I slid) my purse got trapped behind me and my lunchbox got stuck between the bucket seats – but my hand with the tea was balancing up in the air and stayed perfectly level.

Once I was actually in the seat properly and adjusted all the adjustments, I had to reach into my purse to get my glasses to see the radio to adjust it to a station I could listen to. You know, something on the a.m. dial. I started to put my glasses away until I realized I’d better find the lights with the fogginess and all, so I located the correct knob and then put my glasses away.

So basically this morning before I even got out of the driveway I felt hugely fat and incredibly old!

How did your day/week start?

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