Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Dentists and blood tests: Ugh. Is there anyone out there with good childhood memories? When I was a kid, I regarded them all as MONSTERS! Nowadays, I am blessed with the gentlest dentist in Raleigh, and I actually look forward to getting my teeth cleaned, but the mere mention of Novacaine sets me into a panic. As far as doctors go, those yearly blood tests make me wince. I also despise the way my family doctor leaves me sitting for what feels like HOURS half-clad in those horrid paper gowns, (If I were a doctor, I would provide cushy robes and a cushioned chair.)
Yesterday was my day: I bit down too hard on a peach pit, and I got to spend two and a half hours in a dentist chair being pricked, prodded ... Drilled ... OUCH! On top of that, I already had a scheduled physical, which meant even more needles ... Syringes ... Ghastly things, aren't they?
Today, though, the relief of knowing I have been cared for leaves me fairly ecstatic. And in spite of all my fears about doctors, How blessed I am! That dentist and his assistant -- hovering over me for such a long time just to be certain that molar stays alive -- The overworked doctor, who keeps me waiting because she is so good, so personable and caring that she spends time -- real time -- with each patient so she can be certain she's covered all the bases ... They are wonderful people.
My hat's off to this profession. I cannot imagine what it is like to know you're on call every second of your life. Nevertheless, my goal remains: Stay FAR, FAR away from them! It's why I'm on Spark ... REALLY!!!
PS I wrote this blog a couple of hours ago, and my good feelings were, moments ago, confirmed as the dental assistant took time out of her busy day to call and make sure that I am okay. Wow! If you live in Raleigh, I highly recommend Dr. Wiggs.
Monday, June 17, 2013
I met my goal. Woo hoo! What an upper! What a thrill!
After I broke my hand, I was told not to do much of anything, and it changed me. After gaining ten pounds, I stopped sleeping well -- snoring and doubtfully close to sleep apnea, acid reflux that just would not stop, endless fatigue ... And, YUCK! The girl in the mirror was some old grouch that I didn't recognize ... Puffy, sunken eyes, bloated ...
After a good two months of giving up, I opened an article on this site, and you all inspired me to get off my duff (I was doing experiments to see how big I could make it ... And they were working.)
I started drinking green smoothies and veggies 'til they practically oozed out my pores,
I refused most all wheat -- which I know I should be doing anyway, because I have a thyroid condition. (In this regard, by the way, I refused to listen to friends who described my diet as "crazy" and "weird." I've only explained Hashimoto's thyroid to these people two zillion times, but they would not believe me. I finally sent them an article written by a doctor, so they would SHUT UP! ... Peer pressure could be an entire new blog.)
Anyway, back to my happy topic: Everything is different now. I'm running, walking the dog, biking, sleeping like a log, LIVING! And the best part is ... Just a measly ten pounds ... And I am at that point where a person thanks God for every healthy second.
My new goal: Maintain this. Don't EVER take it for granted, and ALWAYS thank God. He has rescued this poor little lamb more than once, and it fills my very soul with happiness!
Saturday, June 08, 2013
Thyroid problems are genetic. Right? At least, that's what I've read, and I'm the perfect example: I have Hashimoto's; my grandmother died of complications from a goiter, my brother had his thyroid removed ...
But is it also in the air?
My husband takes precisely the same amount of Synthroid as I. Could diet explain this? Well, we're not eating dog food, and the latest dieter in our little family is our one-year-old Aussie.
Yes, my sweet Pete is overweight. He walks two and a half miles every day, has a consistent 1/4 cup of appropriate dog food twice a day ... Carrots for treats ...
The vet is thinking thyroid issues ... Just like his mommy and daddy -- but, I swear, he is not "blood" related -- We adopted!!
Dog/Kitty - lovers, try "The Pet Pantry." They are local in Raleigh, but they ship. If your "child" is having issues, they ask what those are and then formulate a food that is right for them-- very high quality and priced competitively. I have never seen a company more concerned with its canine/ feline customers. (No, I don't work for them ... Just a happy convert) They are: feedyourpet.com ... Oops! You have to use caps: FeedYourPet.com ... Oops again! Yipes! It is FeedYourPets.com (plural) They ought to simplify their name!
Friday, May 31, 2013
I'm a scale - watcher.
It's a personality thing. Not looking at the scale for me is akin to not checking my bank account.
Looking helps me understand whether or not my diet is working and whether or not I need to increase the amount of exercise I am doing -- what I need to tweak -- simple as that.
So, although I understand the frustration that we scale enthusiasts have when the numbers won't move, when I'm trying to lose, I weigh because:
I like to watch it go "down, down, down, down, down, down, down ..."
I think that would make a great theme song for Weight Watchers.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Yesterday,my exercise regimen was interrupted by an incident that had me shaking. As I live on the periphery of town, houses are separated one from the other. Just taking out the trash is exercise in itself, because our house sits far from the road. The norm out here is friendly, smiling faces, but yesterday noone was around when I took the dogs out for their morning walk, and I was greeted by something sinister -- namely, a man following my every motion, first with his eyes and, then, very purposefully with his car. (He actually had to make a u-turn.) I yanked the dogs' leashes and sprinted toward the neighbors woods. As I ran, my periphery vision took hold and it was apparent to me by the slowing of his car, that he was up to no good. I was far into the woods, and rather than follow on foot, he gave up.
The only good part of this is that I was scared skinny, but it also inspired new goals:
*I will buy mace.
*I will not be on the road without my Smart phone -- ever.
*I will try to organize a neighborhood running/walking group.
I also have a suggestion for other runners and walkers: There are apps available for those with Smart phones expressly for emergencies. The two I have are "IHelp" and "Ice," but there are others available in the app store. Paramedics claim that the information they get from these types of apps helps them greatly.
As for me, I am happy God endowed me with a sixth sense.
That stupid man cost me more than a day of happiness; I ended up at the mall. If I knew his address, I'd send him the bill.
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