Sorry...had to interrupt my train of thought with a 2 hour long meeting which really achieved nothing as is the usual case!
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Wednesday, Thursday and Friday was pretty the same old same old...sleep, eat, go to work, eat sleep...not necessarily in that order!
The weekend was damn slow and boring...I swear if I don't get out of the house soon I'm going to explode...Saturday was washing day then hubby asked me if I'd like to watch a series of documentaries he'd downloaded especially for me. In actual fact, no I didn't really feel like wasting a Saturday sitting on the coach watching TV. But I had mentioned in passing a month or 2 back how much I'd love to visit Canada and that we should go there after our cruise. So Darling hubby downloaded a 6 part series on Canada done by a guy called Ray Mears who spends the time trekking through the endless forests there and giving a history of Canada and showing his bush skills and how the native Indians survived using their bush skills etc. It was actually very interesting and I am glad we watched it and secretly I guess I'm proud of my hubby that he actually listens to me and tries to please me when he can!
Sunday I did my usual visit to Mum's and met Miss 16's boyfriend R who is starting to make a habit of sleeping over there on weekends...on the lounge of course. He is a very shy little muppet and honestly all I want is a pair of scissors so I can cut his hair! He has long blonde hair with the bulk of it hanging over his face which he occasionally flicks back so you can see his face! He seems nice but I tried to get a conversation out of him about Uni and what he is up to etc and really only got monosyllabic replies! Miss 16 says he is not normally that quiet but he is shy and will warm to me....eventually!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
If Only....
...I could remember to write everything down that I do in a week even if it is in note form, I might just have something interesting to report here. I had meant to do a blog a few days ago while it was fresh in my mind but as usual my mind ventured down another avenue and as usual I sit here racking my brain trying to remember something interesting that might have happened rather than subjecting you all to a snooze fest!
Monday was the usual *get up groaning about the fact it is Monday and where the heck did the weekend go*. My Monday mornings are always slow and I spend more time wishing I could work from home as my darling hubby does and begrudging the fact that I have to travel so far to work and that I want to work somewhere where I can get there in 5 minutes by car. That way I could sleep in just a little bit longer. Mondays at work are a write-off anyway as we have our staff meetings every Monday morning where we co-ordinate diaries and discuss the previous week's issues and this can last right up until a late lunch after which point it is almost time to go home...bit of a bludge really as the meeting is basically a gossip session so nothing much gets done.
Monday night we got a phone call from a tearful Middle Daughter to say she and her Air Force guy have broken up after 4 years together. I knew this was on the cards for some time and had told my hubby this some time back although he didn't really believe me but woman's intuition told me that things weren't going well for them. Air Force guy has just got back from deployment overseas and I don't think Middle Daughter really likes the long separations that air force life brings. Plus she refuses to get a job and basically lives on his money which I think he resents as he has to work hard for it and she doesn't even try to contribute to the household. She does however love to spend it AND to make things worse she had been using his money to pay her mother's bills!
Her mother, my hubby's ex, is apparently dead broke even after receiving a small fortune from her father's estate. She blew all the money on her last husband who spent it all on fast motor bikes and fast cars and trips overseas then once the money ran out he left her. So it's all pretty messy really.
Anyway, I have a feeling this may be just a hiccough for them and they may get back together again...we'll wait and see.
Tuesday I had the day off as I had to go visit my specialist. I am still to have my liver biopsy but they are not so worried about that now as they are almost certain I have PBC (Primary Biliary Cirhossis) and I need to go back for more blood tests in December and visit him again then. My cholestoral number is extremely high however it is mostly good cholestorol so it puts me at a very low risk of heart attack or stroke which is good news. The thyroid tablets are working a treat as well so if all is still good in December they will put me on medication to help with the PBC. In the meantime I am on Questran twice a day which I hate as it is a powder you have to mix with water or juice and its rather gluggy and doesn't actually dissolve but it helps so I deal with it. I feel so much better, still a little run down but not so much and I am able to walk and exercise now without collapsing in a heap. At the train station I have been making myself take the stairs instead of the lift and that has been really good. Not puffed anymore when I get to the top.
My weight has finally stabilised. At one stage the weight was just falling off me and I looked awful...all skin and bones...I have put on a small amount of weight but am still wearing Size 12 trousers and jeans which still astounds me as I have NEVER been that size. The smallest I have ever been my whole life is Size 14 - 16. Hopefully it will stay stable although I still have my fat clothes just in case.
Monday was the usual *get up groaning about the fact it is Monday and where the heck did the weekend go*. My Monday mornings are always slow and I spend more time wishing I could work from home as my darling hubby does and begrudging the fact that I have to travel so far to work and that I want to work somewhere where I can get there in 5 minutes by car. That way I could sleep in just a little bit longer. Mondays at work are a write-off anyway as we have our staff meetings every Monday morning where we co-ordinate diaries and discuss the previous week's issues and this can last right up until a late lunch after which point it is almost time to go home...bit of a bludge really as the meeting is basically a gossip session so nothing much gets done.
Monday night we got a phone call from a tearful Middle Daughter to say she and her Air Force guy have broken up after 4 years together. I knew this was on the cards for some time and had told my hubby this some time back although he didn't really believe me but woman's intuition told me that things weren't going well for them. Air Force guy has just got back from deployment overseas and I don't think Middle Daughter really likes the long separations that air force life brings. Plus she refuses to get a job and basically lives on his money which I think he resents as he has to work hard for it and she doesn't even try to contribute to the household. She does however love to spend it AND to make things worse she had been using his money to pay her mother's bills!
Her mother, my hubby's ex, is apparently dead broke even after receiving a small fortune from her father's estate. She blew all the money on her last husband who spent it all on fast motor bikes and fast cars and trips overseas then once the money ran out he left her. So it's all pretty messy really.
Anyway, I have a feeling this may be just a hiccough for them and they may get back together again...we'll wait and see.
Tuesday I had the day off as I had to go visit my specialist. I am still to have my liver biopsy but they are not so worried about that now as they are almost certain I have PBC (Primary Biliary Cirhossis) and I need to go back for more blood tests in December and visit him again then. My cholestoral number is extremely high however it is mostly good cholestorol so it puts me at a very low risk of heart attack or stroke which is good news. The thyroid tablets are working a treat as well so if all is still good in December they will put me on medication to help with the PBC. In the meantime I am on Questran twice a day which I hate as it is a powder you have to mix with water or juice and its rather gluggy and doesn't actually dissolve but it helps so I deal with it. I feel so much better, still a little run down but not so much and I am able to walk and exercise now without collapsing in a heap. At the train station I have been making myself take the stairs instead of the lift and that has been really good. Not puffed anymore when I get to the top.
My weight has finally stabilised. At one stage the weight was just falling off me and I looked awful...all skin and bones...I have put on a small amount of weight but am still wearing Size 12 trousers and jeans which still astounds me as I have NEVER been that size. The smallest I have ever been my whole life is Size 14 - 16. Hopefully it will stay stable although I still have my fat clothes just in case.
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