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Not Great, But Thanks for Asking

So here’s the update on Mom’s surgery, for those who wondered. No, it was not a miracle fix. In fact, something didn’t go quite right. I won’t say it went wrong exactly, but the result isn’t what was anticipated, and somehow, during the recovery, something shifted in a way that it wasn’t supposed to. I’m not sure exactly. I wasn’t at the appointment, so I’ve only heard the news second-hand, but I know that things aren’t exactly on track.

So now what?

Now there’s a new appointment with a new doctor to try a new “procedure” to fix that which went awry. It’s to be done in the office, and a few days later Mom will be evaluated again to see if the procedure was effective at getting things back on track.

If it was, great. She can continue healing and hopefully the end result with be all good.

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If it wasn’t, no so great. It will mean a second surgery, and it sounds like this one will be more involved than the first one.

 

“Maybe I’ll schedule it for Christmas break, if it has to be done,” said Mom. Oh. Christmas seems like a long time away. Shouldn’t it be done soon? I don’t know. I’m not there. I wasn’t at the appointment.

I feel guilty about that. I live 2,000 miles away. I can’t help. At least not in a go to appointments, run to the grocery store, pick up eye drops at CVS kind of way.

We won’t know until the end of next week what the next steps are, but I feel awful that I can’t take her to the “procedure” appointment on Tuesday or the follow-up on Friday. Fortunately she has many good people in her life who are able and willing to step forward to help, but I would rather it was me.

If you happen to think of it, a positive word for Mom and her doctors would be appreciated. Thanks for listening, internet, you are too kind.


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Doing the Hustle

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Can I get a woot-woot? Yes, I did it, I finally won a workweek hustle this week. My fitbit buddy ropes me into this thing each week, and then each week he outperforms me, by a lot. Still, it keeps me moving, even if I do feel like a failure week after week. No, that’s not really true. I don’t feel like a failure, but I don’t feel like a winner either, because, hello, I don’t win. Until now. I WON.

There were several other people in the challenge, but when it came down to the wire, it was my friend and me, with me in the lead. Normally the challenge goes to midnight, but this week it was started by someone in a different time zone, so 9 pm was the deadline. With about an hour to go I was up by a few thousand steps, but my friend can easily crank out that many in a short period of time, so I kept marching in place and generally making myself crazy adding steps. At one point I found myself walking in circles, then in the opposite direction so I wouldn’t fall down. And still, he wouldn’t synch his steps. I know he did it on purpose. He’s diabolical like that.

In the end it didn’t matter, because I won by a comfortable margin, and yes, I did a happy dance. Why? Because I know he’s way better at getting exercise during the week, but this week I really tried hard!

So I enjoyed my victory while it lasted, then accepted the weekend warrior challenge, which I am currently failing at miserably. Hey, I’m tire! I exercised a lot last week!

Oh, and by the way, I do feel a little like a loser, because I’ve lost about thirty pounds since June. Yeah, baby!


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Going Down

Not that kind of going down, sheesh!

Nope, this is the kind of going down that’s the result of making some positive behavior changes, and oh yeah, taking a little bit of medicine too.

You see, I got some unhappy news back in June when I went to the doctor, so I had to make some changes. More veggies, lean protein, and most important of all, a lot fewer sweets have passed my lips since that day. I’ve also upped my exercise game. Well, I move a lot more, anyway.

A couple of weeks ago I had my physical, and today was the day I went in to review the results with my health care provider (he’s a PA, and I’m a big fan of his). Well, the results were good. Really, really good. We did a happy dance in the office, and my visit ended with a hug (seriously, he was as thrilled as I was). I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that happy leaving the doctor’s office.b1c8b3bc34b4496bebcaf5db58cd502d.jpg

Weight is down.

Cholesterol is down.

Blood sugar is down.

Risk factor for a cardiac “event” is down.

I’ve never felt so up about being down.

So yes, I can do this, and yes, it’s worth it. I feel better, I look better, and I have more energy. I’m also doing myself a big favor by making these choices. Some days it’s easier than others, and yes, I still mess up, but overall I’m doing pretty well. I hope you are too.

The things that have helped the most are:

  1. doling out my medicine into one of those pill sorter thingies… I used to think they were for doddering old fools, until I needed one
  2. jogging in my pool… this is still the only exercise that I truly enjoy and I plan to keep doing it as long as the water stays warm
  3. mostly switching from Starbucks frappucinos to the coffee at work (with some delicious flavored creamer, but hey, it’s still way better than a frappucino).
  4. cooking at home more…this way I have control over the ingredients
  5. weekly fitbit challenges with my friend… he regularly kills me, but it does keep me moving

What keeps you on the right track? I’d love to know.