For the last couple of weeks I've been under the weather. At first I thought it was just allergies, but now I'm not so sure. It is allergy season for me (when isn't?), but it usually doesn't attack my throat. Of course, my poor nose is raw now, and I feel completely whiny.
My wallet went missing recently, and it was rather fortuitous timing. My driver's license was up for renewal anyway, and I got a new picture (I thought my last one looked stoned, despite my complete sobriety at the time). I needed to activate a new card anyway, which made losing the old one moot. My wallet was ancient anyway and in barely decent condition, and I've been looking for a replacement for months, only to find an excuse not to buy any of them. I got a froggie wallet with butterflies, rather whimsical. All the replacing of everything went much quicker and more smoothly than I thought they would.
I'm ready for my health to quickly improve now too.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Reproductive Concerns
Tomorrow is my annual gynecological examination, yippee. I never look forward to them, as it's not much fun to have someone poking and prodding and collecting tissue samples. However, it's one of the few times where I get to sit down with a professional and talk about any reproductive concerns or options I may have.
I learned that my midwife is no longer going to be practicing at the hospital here in town, and that if I were to have another baby in the next couple of years, that I would have to go to the next town, about a 20 minute drive, to have her (or any other midwife) oversee my delivery. That's not really a good idea for me, as my labors tend to be rather quick. I'd be much too worried about delivering on the drive there.
This is all because not all the physicians were willing to have the midwifes associated/employed directly with the hospital or some such nonsense. Never mind that studies have shown that midwives are safer and have fewer interventions like the dreaded episiotomies than OB/Gyns. I also recently learned that my local hospital has a ban against VBACs, and while I've never had a Cesarean, that also offends me.
In my experience, nurse-practitioners have provided excellent care, often better than that of doctors. My entire family trusts their medical care to nurse-practitioners, and for good reason. For one thing, Evan's cancer was caught by a nurse-practitioner. I have discussed my satisfaction with nurse-practitioners over doctors before, and I continue to be confident in my medical care.
But still, like the vast majority of women, I'm not looking forward to my yearly exam.
I learned that my midwife is no longer going to be practicing at the hospital here in town, and that if I were to have another baby in the next couple of years, that I would have to go to the next town, about a 20 minute drive, to have her (or any other midwife) oversee my delivery. That's not really a good idea for me, as my labors tend to be rather quick. I'd be much too worried about delivering on the drive there.
This is all because not all the physicians were willing to have the midwifes associated/employed directly with the hospital or some such nonsense. Never mind that studies have shown that midwives are safer and have fewer interventions like the dreaded episiotomies than OB/Gyns. I also recently learned that my local hospital has a ban against VBACs, and while I've never had a Cesarean, that also offends me.
In my experience, nurse-practitioners have provided excellent care, often better than that of doctors. My entire family trusts their medical care to nurse-practitioners, and for good reason. For one thing, Evan's cancer was caught by a nurse-practitioner. I have discussed my satisfaction with nurse-practitioners over doctors before, and I continue to be confident in my medical care.
But still, like the vast majority of women, I'm not looking forward to my yearly exam.
Monday, February 16, 2009
hectic life
I have now realized that I neglected to blog for over a month. Not completely out of the ordinary for me, especially when I'm worried about something.
Last week my best friend had surgery to fix a potentially life-threatening condition. I spent quite a bit of time worrying about it before hand, but everything went well. She's back home and healing. I ended up making dinner for her family a couple of times while she was in the hospital, which I enjoyed.
The kids and I seem to be passing around a cold. It's rather annoying. Tasmia has been rather needy and fussy, and it's not been fun.
My oven's heating element broke. I called management, and it took them a few days to come out (bad, bad, bad) only to have them diagnose the problem as exactly what I told them it was: the oven's heating element broke. They are now acquiring a new heating element. They did not bring one with them. This is ridiculous.
Last week my best friend had surgery to fix a potentially life-threatening condition. I spent quite a bit of time worrying about it before hand, but everything went well. She's back home and healing. I ended up making dinner for her family a couple of times while she was in the hospital, which I enjoyed.
The kids and I seem to be passing around a cold. It's rather annoying. Tasmia has been rather needy and fussy, and it's not been fun.
My oven's heating element broke. I called management, and it took them a few days to come out (bad, bad, bad) only to have them diagnose the problem as exactly what I told them it was: the oven's heating element broke. They are now acquiring a new heating element. They did not bring one with them. This is ridiculous.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Onion Tears
I've been doing much more cooking from scratch, instead of frozen or canned, and I've been using more onions. I'm not sure if using my food processing to chop them makes the tears more, but I've been crying quite a few onion tears of late. Tonight I'm making a chicken penne dish, and I hope it turns out well. I've come to the conclusion that the kids simply don't enjoy my cooking much no matter how much I do.
The kids enjoyed Christmas, and got presents they enjoyed. I surprised Evan with an MP3 player and pj bottoms. I got several books, including 2 belonging to series I read voraciously and season two of Bones, which I rather enjoy. I made baked sweet potatoes and yams topped with raspberries, poached pears, a green bean casserole, and home-made dip to go with a veggie tray. All turned out well, and I am never going back to canned sweet potatoes. Fresh are so much better. I listened to the stories of one of my friends' father, which I enjoyed.
My car isn't starting, so now I have to get it fixed, darn it. It's probably the fuel pump, not that I know much about cars.
Here's looking forward to a new year.
The kids enjoyed Christmas, and got presents they enjoyed. I surprised Evan with an MP3 player and pj bottoms. I got several books, including 2 belonging to series I read voraciously and season two of Bones, which I rather enjoy. I made baked sweet potatoes and yams topped with raspberries, poached pears, a green bean casserole, and home-made dip to go with a veggie tray. All turned out well, and I am never going back to canned sweet potatoes. Fresh are so much better. I listened to the stories of one of my friends' father, which I enjoyed.
My car isn't starting, so now I have to get it fixed, darn it. It's probably the fuel pump, not that I know much about cars.
Here's looking forward to a new year.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Children
It's the day before the Christmas Eve, and the kids are driving me nuts. Rael wants to watch one of the cartoons he likes, so he's being as noisy as possible. Aeia's wearing a Santa hat and refuses to take it off until after Christmas, yelling whenever anyone pulls it off or tries to grab it. Tasmia is in a lovey-dovey mood and gets fussy if she's not being held. Lash seems to believe that if he just takes forever often enough, that he'll eventually never have to do the dishes again.
Baking went well. This year my best friend wanted to learn to bake. I think that with practice and confidence that she'll do fine. I've been baking since I was 9 or 10, with minimal help from adults. The trick really is to know what is essential to the recipe and what you can fudge (like how much vanilla). Also, knowing the correct way to measure flour is absolutely necessary, as adding the wrong amount can ruin the recipe. You have to spoon the flour into the cup and keep the flour loose, using a straight edge (like the flat of a knife blade) to straighten it out on top to get off the excess.
I just made oven-fried chicken that turned out really well. I used a breading of 1/3 cup potato flakes (the thin kind, not Potato Buds), 1/3 cup flour, 1 Tablespoon paprika, probably 1/2 teaspoon fresh ground pepper, 1/2 teaspoon thyme, 1/2 teaspoon lemon pepper, 1/2 teaspoon Kickin' Chicken, 1/4 teaspoon sage, and 1/4 teaspoon tarragon. I may leave out the sage when I make it again, and may kick it up with a little cayenne, but it was yummy. Tasmia kept coming back for more too. Aeia of course doesn't like it. She doesn't seem to like my cooking much.
But back to festivities. Evan and I participated in a Secret Santa holiday party that ended up not going well. Evan got a gift he much appreciated (Mamma Mia!), but one person accepted a gift without giving a gift. Very tacky and rude. I was going to bake for someone, but I learned that very day that she has Celiac's Disease. I have a repertoire of all of one gluten free cookie, which I save for whenever one particular friend of the kids visits. It's a peanut butter cookie, and I find that it dries out my mouth. It doesn't give me joy, and what's the point of baking something that doesn't give you joy?
The gifts are all wrapped and piled under the tree, and Rael asks hourly to open his presents. Tasmia enjoys looking at them. Aeia is obsessed with size (Rael has the biggest gift, and Lash also has a couple big gifts, but all she has is small gifts, including the smallest one of all).
Happy Holidays everyone. And if you're upset that I didn't use a different greeting, well Bah Humbug to you.
Baking went well. This year my best friend wanted to learn to bake. I think that with practice and confidence that she'll do fine. I've been baking since I was 9 or 10, with minimal help from adults. The trick really is to know what is essential to the recipe and what you can fudge (like how much vanilla). Also, knowing the correct way to measure flour is absolutely necessary, as adding the wrong amount can ruin the recipe. You have to spoon the flour into the cup and keep the flour loose, using a straight edge (like the flat of a knife blade) to straighten it out on top to get off the excess.
I just made oven-fried chicken that turned out really well. I used a breading of 1/3 cup potato flakes (the thin kind, not Potato Buds), 1/3 cup flour, 1 Tablespoon paprika, probably 1/2 teaspoon fresh ground pepper, 1/2 teaspoon thyme, 1/2 teaspoon lemon pepper, 1/2 teaspoon Kickin' Chicken, 1/4 teaspoon sage, and 1/4 teaspoon tarragon. I may leave out the sage when I make it again, and may kick it up with a little cayenne, but it was yummy. Tasmia kept coming back for more too. Aeia of course doesn't like it. She doesn't seem to like my cooking much.
But back to festivities. Evan and I participated in a Secret Santa holiday party that ended up not going well. Evan got a gift he much appreciated (Mamma Mia!), but one person accepted a gift without giving a gift. Very tacky and rude. I was going to bake for someone, but I learned that very day that she has Celiac's Disease. I have a repertoire of all of one gluten free cookie, which I save for whenever one particular friend of the kids visits. It's a peanut butter cookie, and I find that it dries out my mouth. It doesn't give me joy, and what's the point of baking something that doesn't give you joy?
The gifts are all wrapped and piled under the tree, and Rael asks hourly to open his presents. Tasmia enjoys looking at them. Aeia is obsessed with size (Rael has the biggest gift, and Lash also has a couple big gifts, but all she has is small gifts, including the smallest one of all).
Happy Holidays everyone. And if you're upset that I didn't use a different greeting, well Bah Humbug to you.
Monday, December 8, 2008
My Day Hasn't Been Great
Today wasn't so hot, but I'm not letting it get me down. I ran late repeatedly. I dropped things. I had someone invade my personal space repeatedly, but not in a way that I could really complain. I upset a friend; we talked and are mending. I didn't sleep well. The kids have been obnoxious, as tweens and toddlers can sometimes be. I ran out of snacks and am so not in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich.
A couple of weeks ago, having a day like this would have left me crying in the shower, but I'm not there today. Somehow I continue to have joy and hope in my heart. It's nice being an optimist again.
A couple of weeks ago, having a day like this would have left me crying in the shower, but I'm not there today. Somehow I continue to have joy and hope in my heart. It's nice being an optimist again.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Severity
So I saw the doctor again today to learn about the severity of my allergies. I also somehow missed writing down two allergens: Olive and Pigweed. Turns out the worst offenders for me are Timothy grass (aka hay) and Bermuda grass. The more moderate offenders for me are alder, white birch, oak, olive, sycamore, pigweed, ragweed, and Russian thistle. The mild allergies are corn, peanut, sesame seed, American elm, and mugwort. I'm glad to know that my food allergies are in fact mild, but I still plan to avoid them as much as possible.
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