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.