And so, after two and a half years, I have finally cracked the 90kg mark. Yep, had my weigh in this morning and I am have gone from 90.5 to 88.7kg. I know, it's only 2kg, but considering I hadn't really been dieting, I am stoked.
Now, I have set my next goal at 85. It would be great if I can do it by my next appointment in June. Maybe I will. I have taken up walking again, now that the heat wave is over, but the rest of the week is looking to be quite warm so I am not sure how I will go.
Jr Her said recently she wanted to go on a health kick, walking to school and walking with me after school. But that lasted all of one day. I think I will need to get her motivated to walk when we get home. The trouble is, now she has homework and tutoring to do, it puts everyone behind when we do. I guess I just have to knuckle down and do it, and eat dinner later than usual. Not much of a life for her, no "down time". But it will benefit us both in the long run. And that's gotta be good.
Tuesday 24 February 2009
Friday 20 February 2009
Ouch revisited
So last night Him decided he was going to tinker with the van. I mentioned in an earlier blog his new project is modifying the van. And I must admit, he has done a great job. Storage boxes and drawers, a step for reaching the aerial, new aerial bracket, fixing up the bbq bracket and splash guard and so on.
Last night he was working on the bike rack. I think. He has been fiddling around outside a lot so I am never quite sure that he is doing. All I know is I had just put the milk on to heat up for pasta, and lit the plate under the frying pan.
Next thing I hear my name called urgently. Geez, goes I, what does he want me to hold/check out/give opinion on now, and doesn't he realise I am busy? I find him in the laundry, running his thumb under the tap, blood gushing like a river down the drain.
Seems he was holding a piece of box section while hammering (something) and his thumb got in between the angle and hammer. Actually split the pad of his thumb almost down to the bone. Lovely mess.
Me, with my new first aid training, didn't even feel faint at all that blood (fingers sure do bleed a lot don't they?). Turned off the tap, got him an old rag to hold around it, and went in search of a bandage or something.
Nope, he didn't like that bandage. Just whack a band aid on it says he. No way! I settled for a sterile dressing, held in place with a band aid. He wouldn't even elevate it to reduce blood flow and swelling. Stubborn that boy, who has many years more first aid training than I. So, who do we call now? The doctor surgery closed at six, didn't need an ambulance, didn't feel like waiting at a hospital for 12 hours.
I phoned the doctor after hours number, and they suggested a place on Morphett Road, which lucky for us, was open until 10 pm and took walk ins.
We bundled into the car, Mr Brave insisted on driving. We found it a little before 7 pm, right there next to Bunnings, and there was quite a queue before us. After registering and taking a seat, I suggested Jr Her and I pop over to the shopping centre (which was conveniently open, being late night shopping) and grab some reading material. We knew we had at least an hour wait. $50 later I had something for everyone.
Back we go, nibbling on sugar coated peanuts, cause no one had eaten, and reading magazines. Some time after 8 pm the receptionist walked past, and made a comment about everyone requiring stitches. Him held up his thumb. Oh no, says she. Why didn't you say so? We could have gotten you to see the nurse, who had finished at 8, and you would have gotten a jump in the queue. Lesson learned for next time...
Anyway, about 9 pm he was finally called in. Turns out, the Dr wouldn't stitch it anyway cause it was on the pad of the thumb, and they would have torn out as soon as he bent his thumb. So he just cleaned it up, stuck on a couple of butterfly clips, and bandaged it back up. Mind you, Him said it was all puffy and exposed (gee, no wonder that...) and very deep. I had suggested it was almost to the bone when he said he didn't need to get it looked at. I think he was in denial at the time.
He was in there all of about 7 minutes, and it was after 9 pm so we stopped down the road at KFC, bought a massive bucket and toddled home. By the time we finished eating, washed up, gotten my bath, fought with Jr Her who was trying to find something to wear to school casual day today (instead of going to bed), and waited for Him to come back inside, it was 11.30.
He is a tough guy, a man's man. Breaks fingers and doesn't do anything about it. Can't decide if he is tough or stupid in that manner, but he didn't say a word. Said it only hurt when the Dr put Betadine on it. He did say, this morning, that it was throbbing a bit. That means it would probably have you or I reduced to tears. Tough old goat that one. Gotta love him...
Last night he was working on the bike rack. I think. He has been fiddling around outside a lot so I am never quite sure that he is doing. All I know is I had just put the milk on to heat up for pasta, and lit the plate under the frying pan.
Next thing I hear my name called urgently. Geez, goes I, what does he want me to hold/check out/give opinion on now, and doesn't he realise I am busy? I find him in the laundry, running his thumb under the tap, blood gushing like a river down the drain.
Seems he was holding a piece of box section while hammering (something) and his thumb got in between the angle and hammer. Actually split the pad of his thumb almost down to the bone. Lovely mess.
Me, with my new first aid training, didn't even feel faint at all that blood (fingers sure do bleed a lot don't they?). Turned off the tap, got him an old rag to hold around it, and went in search of a bandage or something.
Nope, he didn't like that bandage. Just whack a band aid on it says he. No way! I settled for a sterile dressing, held in place with a band aid. He wouldn't even elevate it to reduce blood flow and swelling. Stubborn that boy, who has many years more first aid training than I. So, who do we call now? The doctor surgery closed at six, didn't need an ambulance, didn't feel like waiting at a hospital for 12 hours.
I phoned the doctor after hours number, and they suggested a place on Morphett Road, which lucky for us, was open until 10 pm and took walk ins.
We bundled into the car, Mr Brave insisted on driving. We found it a little before 7 pm, right there next to Bunnings, and there was quite a queue before us. After registering and taking a seat, I suggested Jr Her and I pop over to the shopping centre (which was conveniently open, being late night shopping) and grab some reading material. We knew we had at least an hour wait. $50 later I had something for everyone.
Back we go, nibbling on sugar coated peanuts, cause no one had eaten, and reading magazines. Some time after 8 pm the receptionist walked past, and made a comment about everyone requiring stitches. Him held up his thumb. Oh no, says she. Why didn't you say so? We could have gotten you to see the nurse, who had finished at 8, and you would have gotten a jump in the queue. Lesson learned for next time...
Anyway, about 9 pm he was finally called in. Turns out, the Dr wouldn't stitch it anyway cause it was on the pad of the thumb, and they would have torn out as soon as he bent his thumb. So he just cleaned it up, stuck on a couple of butterfly clips, and bandaged it back up. Mind you, Him said it was all puffy and exposed (gee, no wonder that...) and very deep. I had suggested it was almost to the bone when he said he didn't need to get it looked at. I think he was in denial at the time.
He was in there all of about 7 minutes, and it was after 9 pm so we stopped down the road at KFC, bought a massive bucket and toddled home. By the time we finished eating, washed up, gotten my bath, fought with Jr Her who was trying to find something to wear to school casual day today (instead of going to bed), and waited for Him to come back inside, it was 11.30.
He is a tough guy, a man's man. Breaks fingers and doesn't do anything about it. Can't decide if he is tough or stupid in that manner, but he didn't say a word. Said it only hurt when the Dr put Betadine on it. He did say, this morning, that it was throbbing a bit. That means it would probably have you or I reduced to tears. Tough old goat that one. Gotta love him...
Wednesday 18 February 2009
Out of touch
Sorry, it seems I have been out of touch for a while. Maybe Facebook has taken over? Not sure.
Anyway, here I am with another blog about nothing. Just an update on a very boring life! Funny how exciting other people's lives seem to be compared to ours! lol!
Recently, I began to feel like crap, for want of a better word. I mean, I am a positive person, generally, and in reasonably good health given my size. So when I started to feel tired all the time, my joints were playing up more than usual, short tempered, and I felt dizzy and light headed on and off, I decided it was time for a check up.
So, off I go, armed with a load of complaints - the aforementioned, suspected tennis elbow, a navel full of goo, and a lumpy finger. Diagnosis? Hypochondriac it would appear! The belly button full of goo was a busted cyst, and cleared up in a day or two. The lumpy finger is arthritis like the rest of my joints, but manifesting itself slightly differently. As for the rest, well, I went for blood tests on the weekend, and yesterday they came back negative.
Basically, he doesn't know why I feel like the mega bitch from hell. The only thing he could find is that my iron levels were very slightly elevated. That's happened before too. Cure? Give blood. The irony to that is that I had actually missed a call yesterday from the Red Cross to arrange an appointment to do just that!
Anyway, while I was there, I asked how you knew if something was a skin cancer. He said it's red or back. I had a spot on my forearm which had been showing bright pink for awhile. The doctor fancied himself as somewhat of a skin cancer expert and promptly told me yep, that's what it is. So he did a biopsy and when it comes back positive (he is adamant it will) I will get it chopped off. No drama, I have already had one removed from my other arm. Funny thing was, he was like a little boy. I think he was excited he found something he could help me with, given his perplexity at the lack of diagnosis for the other stuff. Made me laugh anyway.
So, I have to give blood once a month for 3 months, then every quarter after that. Then we'll see how I go. I go back in a month for a review. Lovely.
On a lighter note, which should probably be another blog, we had a lovely Valentines weekend. What is your view of Valentine's Day? We don't celebrate it. I believe you should be able to tell people you love them all year round. Well, now and then we do something. Usually, though, in my opinion, it's for all our loved ones. Not just our husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend. So when we do something, it's usually all of us.
As I had blood tests this Valentines and was ravenous after, I stopped at Woolies and bought my two loved ones a little box of chockies each. Then went to Michele's Patisserie and bought slices for morning tea. Lovely. My boss bought me two roses when he bought his wife a bunch, but just to cheer me up. He's like that.
So our weekend was good. We went for dinner with friends Friday night, then after our slices Saturday we went down to Port Elliot to visit some people we met at Port Broughton (see previous blog). They were very surprised, and I believe, very happy to see us. We spent all afternoon there, and it was lovely.
Sunday I wasted the day scrapbooking my dad's 70th birthday album. It's coming along quite nicely!
Other than that, really, nothing exciting has been happening. Jr Her has her tutor coming Saturday mornings again to get her a heads up on maths and English, and Him was going onto night shift but the boys are rebelling cause they don't like him as a supervisor (because he makes them work when they have had 10 years of doing what they like). Guess we'll see. The money would certainly be welcome relief!
Well, that's about all the excitement in my life. Oh yes, although it hasn't been officially confirmed, and won't be until next week, I think I have lost almost two kg! Without trying!
I'll keep you posted...
Anyway, here I am with another blog about nothing. Just an update on a very boring life! Funny how exciting other people's lives seem to be compared to ours! lol!
Recently, I began to feel like crap, for want of a better word. I mean, I am a positive person, generally, and in reasonably good health given my size. So when I started to feel tired all the time, my joints were playing up more than usual, short tempered, and I felt dizzy and light headed on and off, I decided it was time for a check up.
So, off I go, armed with a load of complaints - the aforementioned, suspected tennis elbow, a navel full of goo, and a lumpy finger. Diagnosis? Hypochondriac it would appear! The belly button full of goo was a busted cyst, and cleared up in a day or two. The lumpy finger is arthritis like the rest of my joints, but manifesting itself slightly differently. As for the rest, well, I went for blood tests on the weekend, and yesterday they came back negative.
Basically, he doesn't know why I feel like the mega bitch from hell. The only thing he could find is that my iron levels were very slightly elevated. That's happened before too. Cure? Give blood. The irony to that is that I had actually missed a call yesterday from the Red Cross to arrange an appointment to do just that!
Anyway, while I was there, I asked how you knew if something was a skin cancer. He said it's red or back. I had a spot on my forearm which had been showing bright pink for awhile. The doctor fancied himself as somewhat of a skin cancer expert and promptly told me yep, that's what it is. So he did a biopsy and when it comes back positive (he is adamant it will) I will get it chopped off. No drama, I have already had one removed from my other arm. Funny thing was, he was like a little boy. I think he was excited he found something he could help me with, given his perplexity at the lack of diagnosis for the other stuff. Made me laugh anyway.
So, I have to give blood once a month for 3 months, then every quarter after that. Then we'll see how I go. I go back in a month for a review. Lovely.
On a lighter note, which should probably be another blog, we had a lovely Valentines weekend. What is your view of Valentine's Day? We don't celebrate it. I believe you should be able to tell people you love them all year round. Well, now and then we do something. Usually, though, in my opinion, it's for all our loved ones. Not just our husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend. So when we do something, it's usually all of us.
As I had blood tests this Valentines and was ravenous after, I stopped at Woolies and bought my two loved ones a little box of chockies each. Then went to Michele's Patisserie and bought slices for morning tea. Lovely. My boss bought me two roses when he bought his wife a bunch, but just to cheer me up. He's like that.
So our weekend was good. We went for dinner with friends Friday night, then after our slices Saturday we went down to Port Elliot to visit some people we met at Port Broughton (see previous blog). They were very surprised, and I believe, very happy to see us. We spent all afternoon there, and it was lovely.
Sunday I wasted the day scrapbooking my dad's 70th birthday album. It's coming along quite nicely!
Other than that, really, nothing exciting has been happening. Jr Her has her tutor coming Saturday mornings again to get her a heads up on maths and English, and Him was going onto night shift but the boys are rebelling cause they don't like him as a supervisor (because he makes them work when they have had 10 years of doing what they like). Guess we'll see. The money would certainly be welcome relief!
Well, that's about all the excitement in my life. Oh yes, although it hasn't been officially confirmed, and won't be until next week, I think I have lost almost two kg! Without trying!
I'll keep you posted...
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