Wednesday, August 13, 2014
They ran a series of tests on me. Five blood tubes for inflammation tests, West Niles, and two others that I am hoping I pass.
A chest x-ray, ekg, and a cat-scan for my head. I guess we will find out if I still have any working matter upstairs. I have ALWAYS had blood pressure that is 112/67 and today it was 180/80. My body temp is always low...about 93 and today it was 99.4. Odd.
The extreme fatigue and headaches point to West Niles I am hoping this is the case because the other possibility is that my cancer is back. I had Medullary cancer in my thyroid. We will have to wait and see if my calcitonin levels are elevated again. This would be the worst outcome because....there is no treatment for this type of cancer. Only surgery until there is nothing left that can be removed.
I will find out more on Monday. All prayers appreciated.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I woke up Tues morning around 6 am feeling GREAT. By 8 am...I was down with a migraine again and by 9 am...vomiting until 1:30 am Wed morning. Now it is almost 6 am and I feeling a little weak, but the headache is gone. Just some sore muscles yet in the neck and shoulder area. I am hoping to be able to put up some dill pickles today and maybe start the sweet chunks. Or, I may just call it a lazy day, depending on how sore I am.
This has been a bad Summer for Migraines for me. I am averaging a couple of them a week since the start of June. Odd, because usually I only get a bad one every couple of months. I do have a doctor appt. in place because I need to see if I can get them under control. They always rob me of a good 24 hours from start to finish and the day after, I am drained.
Saturday, August 09, 2014
Last week we had all these high percentages for a chance of rain and got nothing...nada, zip.
This weekend it was suppose to be Sunny and the chance was almost zero. So, we have been getting nothing BUT rain. Now, if my brother were not here from CA, I would be totally fine with that but...it has been a damper in all of our plans for the lake.
We had plans for taking the boats out...skiing, tubing, fishing, and just cruising around. We were going to spend the day at Todd's camper and grill and sit around a bonfire. Instead, we spent last night all sitting in Mom's garage and grilling and visiting. WAY too much food but I kept it under control.
Kev and I got home at about 4 am and slept in late. Quick check-in here to log some food and weigh in and its back to my mom's to sit in the garage and visit. It is really raining AGAIN. I wish it would have held off for a couple of days. Todd was planning on pulling out tomorrow but may leave on Monday instead.
Monday, August 04, 2014
On this Journey to good health...I have taken many detours. It is not always an easy journey as old habits and BAD habits fight back and try to maintain a foothold in my life. They are comfortable to me. They are a part of me that have developed for different reasons over my lifetime.
Almost all of my bad habits have a emotional response or memory attached to them and many of them really are a GOOD memory. As a child, getting that owie or "boo-boo" and have a Grandmother or mother kiss it away or blow on it to make it better and then...a cookie! Well, actually, a handful of cookies. LOL Sweet treats handed to us with no limits. Ah, but we had the energy of a child and no video games or electronic toys that kept us sitting on our backsides not burning off those rewards and treats.
Long hours working on the farm and each meal , sitting down at the table with my family to home cooked meals swimming in gravies, creams, lots of butter etc. My mother and Grandmothers were GREAT cooks. Grandma made butter . I remember sitting and making homemade ice cream. What a treat! The milk came right from the cow to the fridge to the table and had to have the cream scooped off the top. I HATED milk in the Spring. It had an aftertaste to it from the cows now eating the new Spring grass. Plenty of eggs to eat as we gathered them every day from the Coop.
My father had a rule. You dish it up? You eat it. And after long hours working outside, we would come in famished and fill our plates. Of course, we overloaded our plates and OMG...sat there until the plate was clean. There was no leaving the table until it was or there was hell to pay. To this day, I feel I HAVE to clean my plate or I will be in trouble. LOL
Almost every evening, as we were watching TV shows...Mom would bring on her chocolate oatmeal cake and we would all get a big piece with the home-made ice cream. Another good memory.
I don't remember too many store-bought treats such as candy or chips. Our pantry was full every Fall from canning all our garden veggies and making different "treats" from the apple trees. Moms big splurge was buying crates of peaches and putting them up for the Winter treats. You know, come to think of it...I really don't have a memory of much of anything coming out of a box or can at our home or my Grandparents. The farm provided just about everything and all was home-made.
All good memories but ...like everyone...I have emotional learned responses and sometimes triggers that make me run to food.
When I am feeling hurt or stressed or tired...I use to grab that handful of cookies and get some comfort. For a moment, once again I was just feeding my owie and having the comfort associated with it from my beautiful Grams and mother. Its a beautiful memory that I took the wrong lesson from. Now I concentrate on the memory of the hugs and kisses and remind myself...the love and caring came from the person and NOT the cookie, etc.
I know my father meant well also. He was trying to teach us to NOT waste anything...even food. My parents and Grandparents worked hard to put those meals on the table. Hours spent in the gardens, fields, and taking care of all the livestock AND us. It was not as simple as go out and get it and put it on the table. Again, I took away the wrong lesson from "waste not, want not". My Grandparents, when young, raised some of their children during the "Dirty 30's" and knew what it was to not have enough to feed their children.
There are many lessons over the years we have learned from our family members and our friends and we don't always learn the right lesson. As an adult, we see the lessons so differently. I sometimes wonder how my Grandsons view what I am trying to share with them?
As a child, we can attach food to comfort, security, rewards, and love. So, now that I am "Generation Grandma"...I am trying to feed their emotional need without the addition of food of any sort. They get their treats between meals when they come to me and ask for one. My treats consists of different fruits I keep in the house now. This Grandma makes cookies and cakes too but I try and balance it with a healthier treat too.
Because my old habits or triggers are starting to fight back...I am using my food diary more and back to using measuring cups. I am very comfortable without using them as I have over time learned to eyeball my serving sizes and kind of in a rut for what I eat for the most part. I know I am in calorie range. But I need to double check and make sure I am eating for my physical need again and not my emotional needs.
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