I am home today.
In general I don't like calling in sick to work, though I like staying home. I like getting stuff done and not having to worry or stress. I miss the kiddos though I know they'll be fine.
Today I'll be going to the doctor's, which I also don't really like. I think I'll think about something else for the time being, like the reflection of the tree outside my window on this computer screen, which is quite lovely, or the pile of laundry I need to do. Or the phone calls. I think I should start making those phone calls.
I've been tracking everysingleday for 8 days, and for 15 of the last 23 days, and I am officially down 11 pounds since January. Kind of wish I felt better. Maybe the doctor will be able to help today.
In knitting news: Shawl of Doom still at 70%; I'm reducing for the toe on one of my socks; both my April Spin-Along order and my yarn order for my summer OWL are in the post. Think I'll get up and do some stuff.
ETA: I have a very tight muscle in spasm at the base of my ribcage. I will not need any kind of procedure, just ice and advil. And I got a bunch of stuff done, which is Good. And my OWL yarn is here! I put it away upstairs so I will not knit half a sweater before Term starts.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Accidental Success
Yesterday I just did my best to not eat the house. I didn't write down a single thing. I was feeling blah... I've been feeling blah all week, which is why I haven't posted since Monday.
Tuesday night: that's when the blah began. It actually began with much worse than just "blah." I was sitting there innocently playing with my new ball winder and culled-together-from-household-objects swift (lookie: I was so proud!):
...when all of a sudden, my body started to feel really weird. I was cold, shaking, and a bit nauseous. I managed to finish winding my yarn; I need that yarn for my OWL swatch this weekend, darn it, and you can't just leave yarn 2/3 wound, especially with The Evil ChesterKitty lying in wait. But directly after finishing my yarn cakes (ain't they pretty?) and clearing up (Yarn + ChesterKitty=Bad, remember), I put on my beautiful full-length green Sylvi sweater and went to lie down on the couch and take my temperature. It wasn't high. But there I was, shivering, feeling like crap. A few minutes later I pulled myself together enough to go upstairs and get under the covers, still dressed and wearing Sylvi. I fell asleep.
In the morning the horrible shakes were gone, but I was left with a blasting headache, and pain in my abdomen (at the lower-left "corner," as it were) and a distinct desire to go to the doctor. The doctor's verdict, several hours later, was "some kind of infection, maybe a UTI, maybe diverticulitis." The treatment for either is an antibiotic, so I got a shiny prescription and orders to call on Friday if I didn't feel "much, much better."
I didn't. So I called. And of course both my regular doctor and the doctor I saw on Wednesday were out. I left a message at 9:10am, and got a response back at 1:15pm (which I missed, of course, because cell phone reception at my school is terrible). By the time I called back to clarify what exactly they wanted me to do and why, it was 2:45 pm, and the call to my gynecologist took another 15 minutes (because, did I mention, I've also got some bleeding, and the doctor was a little baffled). So now I have an appointment at 7:30am on Monday morning, woo-hoo, in Waltham. Which is at least a 30-minute drive. Thank heaven for GPS because I don't think I'm finding the place while half-asleep.
(Note: at this moment, ChesterKitty is sleeping across both my hands while I'm typing. I'm going to try to keep him from posting this prematurely, but I make no promises).
So, anyway, I have been feeling kinda down and unmotivated and unSparkLike, and so I got a little spotty about tracking my food. Yesterday I didn't track at all--but today I went back and tracked, and guess what? I was right in my range for everything: calories, fat, protein, and carbs! Go me! And better yet, I got on the scale yesterday morning, and I was down 4.5 pounds! Go go go! I know, that's just the beginning-of-the-diet weight loss, and it won't be so quick going forward, but it feels good to be down that much!
In the knitting world, I have finished Tom's hat, and one other project, and started a glittery pair of candy-cane socks for me. For "valentine's day" (though I will wear them year-round and at Christmas too!) They're from one of the luscious skeins of holiday sock yarn I got when MariaCrafts, SparkSearcher, and I went to WEBS in December, and I can't wait to put them on my feet! I also got to preach the Ministry of the Knitting Bag to some cub scouts last night, as I sat and knit at a mom's gathering (put all boys in one room and let them do whatever while moms sit around and eat and drink and be merry and turn deaf ears (but not Deaf ears) to all but the most egregious loud noises). I ate 4 Doritos--yes, four!--and drank water, and that with bowls of chips and chocolate chip cookies right in front of me--all because I was wielding Very Pointy DPN's and sparkly yarn. And a couple of Cub Scouts--all 3rd grade "Bears" from D1's den--came up and asked what I was doing and asked me to show them how, and proclaimed it "cool!" I wonder if there's a knitting badge for the Cub Scouts?
I'm off to banish the Christmas decorations to their proper January location: the basement. I leave you with a photo of some new KnitPicks Chroma. Ain't it lovely? Can't wait to start swatching!
Tuesday night: that's when the blah began. It actually began with much worse than just "blah." I was sitting there innocently playing with my new ball winder and culled-together-from-household-objects swift (lookie: I was so proud!):
...when all of a sudden, my body started to feel really weird. I was cold, shaking, and a bit nauseous. I managed to finish winding my yarn; I need that yarn for my OWL swatch this weekend, darn it, and you can't just leave yarn 2/3 wound, especially with The Evil ChesterKitty lying in wait. But directly after finishing my yarn cakes (ain't they pretty?) and clearing up (Yarn + ChesterKitty=Bad, remember), I put on my beautiful full-length green Sylvi sweater and went to lie down on the couch and take my temperature. It wasn't high. But there I was, shivering, feeling like crap. A few minutes later I pulled myself together enough to go upstairs and get under the covers, still dressed and wearing Sylvi. I fell asleep.
In the morning the horrible shakes were gone, but I was left with a blasting headache, and pain in my abdomen (at the lower-left "corner," as it were) and a distinct desire to go to the doctor. The doctor's verdict, several hours later, was "some kind of infection, maybe a UTI, maybe diverticulitis." The treatment for either is an antibiotic, so I got a shiny prescription and orders to call on Friday if I didn't feel "much, much better."
I didn't. So I called. And of course both my regular doctor and the doctor I saw on Wednesday were out. I left a message at 9:10am, and got a response back at 1:15pm (which I missed, of course, because cell phone reception at my school is terrible). By the time I called back to clarify what exactly they wanted me to do and why, it was 2:45 pm, and the call to my gynecologist took another 15 minutes (because, did I mention, I've also got some bleeding, and the doctor was a little baffled). So now I have an appointment at 7:30am on Monday morning, woo-hoo, in Waltham. Which is at least a 30-minute drive. Thank heaven for GPS because I don't think I'm finding the place while half-asleep.
(Note: at this moment, ChesterKitty is sleeping across both my hands while I'm typing. I'm going to try to keep him from posting this prematurely, but I make no promises).
So, anyway, I have been feeling kinda down and unmotivated and unSparkLike, and so I got a little spotty about tracking my food. Yesterday I didn't track at all--but today I went back and tracked, and guess what? I was right in my range for everything: calories, fat, protein, and carbs! Go me! And better yet, I got on the scale yesterday morning, and I was down 4.5 pounds! Go go go! I know, that's just the beginning-of-the-diet weight loss, and it won't be so quick going forward, but it feels good to be down that much!
In the knitting world, I have finished Tom's hat, and one other project, and started a glittery pair of candy-cane socks for me. For "valentine's day" (though I will wear them year-round and at Christmas too!) They're from one of the luscious skeins of holiday sock yarn I got when MariaCrafts, SparkSearcher, and I went to WEBS in December, and I can't wait to put them on my feet! I also got to preach the Ministry of the Knitting Bag to some cub scouts last night, as I sat and knit at a mom's gathering (put all boys in one room and let them do whatever while moms sit around and eat and drink and be merry and turn deaf ears (but not Deaf ears) to all but the most egregious loud noises). I ate 4 Doritos--yes, four!--and drank water, and that with bowls of chips and chocolate chip cookies right in front of me--all because I was wielding Very Pointy DPN's and sparkly yarn. And a couple of Cub Scouts--all 3rd grade "Bears" from D1's den--came up and asked what I was doing and asked me to show them how, and proclaimed it "cool!" I wonder if there's a knitting badge for the Cub Scouts?
I'm off to banish the Christmas decorations to their proper January location: the basement. I leave you with a photo of some new KnitPicks Chroma. Ain't it lovely? Can't wait to start swatching!
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