Schrodinger's Kittie

I really do.

I went, yesterday, because it’s been a week of this crap holding on. This time of year always kicks my butt; however, it’s generally more into October. So, the doctor changes out a couple of meds. Stops one, starts another. And then tells me she wants me to see an ENT, allergist and endocrinologist.

Three freakin specialists. At least there was one bit of good news. It seems since I started dancing I’ve strengthened my lungs enough that she said I can do without the asthma inhaler anymore. That was a good thing. Down to just one inhaler. Whee!!

We won’t talk about the 10 pounds I’ve gained in the last month, though. Yeah, yeah “muscle weighs more than fat” whatever. I’m still going to be grumpy about being 5’7″ and 160 pounds.

I weighed 115 when I graduated high school. I weighed 125 until I was 32. I bumped to 135 around 35. And in the last two years I’ve gained 25 freaking pounds – 10 of which were in the last month. The month where I’ve seriously adjusted my diet to eat only good for me stuff, started drinking more water, cut out the sodas all together, and have gotten hugely more active. So…yeah, I’m gonna be grumpy about it.

I’m just not happy with it. I finished the second sleeve and – well – it has to be completely ripped out. Plus all the yarn that I have remaining is not being very sturdy. I just think, in the long run, I’ll be happier if I scrap this and start over again from scratch with different yarn.

I went to see the third Mummy movie, yesterday. It was fun and I enjoyed it; but, I can see where people are saying it’s just a repeat of the other two. They have a cookie cutter plot line that they are using, so none of them are unique. Just different graphics/names/locations and the same story. I really did enjoy it, though.

My son should be visiting September 3rd through the 12th. I’m not sure what I’ll do about dancing while he’s here. I’m not going to just say, “See yah” to the kiddo and head out. I considered dragging him to Copeland and making him relearn how to dance (I taught him when he was a toddler)…but, I think he’d try matricide if I did. What I may do is go to Broken Spoke after he crashes for the night (10pm) on Wed and Thurs and then Friday and Saturday go up to GCS after he crashes out. He’s 17 (or near enough it makes no never mind) so leaving him alone after he’s passed out for the night shouldn’t be an issue. And, he has his cell so he can always call if he needs me.

I was about to shut down my gaming accounts; but, if he’s going to visit, I need to leave at least one active so he has something he can play…though, I’m thinking I kinda miss playing card games and such with him. Maybe canceling the accounts wouldn’t be a bad thing.

OK, I give in. I have been informed that work needs me at full capacity. Thus, this crap that’s been hanging on needs to be given the heave ho. No more dodging the doctor’s office. I have to go. I have to listen to them gripe at me about not coming in often enough, about not being in sooner, and all sorts of other things.

I hate and despise being poked and prodded…and paying for it. But, I figure, I go in – whine to them about this stupid crap and they give me the requisite steroids and inhaler and BLAMMO I’m back up to snuff. I just wish the doctor’s would give me my prescriptions in more than one month increments. I mean, it’s bad enough that I have to pop freakin pills, and pay through the nose for prescriptions – but, to have to pay for a doctor’s visit once a month to keep taking them? Yeah, it’s no wonder I never tend to take more than a month’s worth. Especially once I discovered Zyrtec. It works better for me than any other allergy med, costs about what my scrip costs and I don’t have to pay for a doctor’s visit.

The only problem is that then makes me really lazy about getting my inhalers…and so I wind up weakened and highly susceptible to bronchial irritants like this current one. Oh well, I’ll go get my pills to pop and be past it in a couple of days. But, for now, I’m going to pout about having to do it.

So, one of my coworkers decided to share the love the other day and I’ve been battling it ever since.

I’m feeling horribly run down. My throat is sore and all I want to do is sleep. Admittedly, part of the wanting to sleep thing might be because of my early rising time this morning – about two and a half hours earlier than I am used to. But, mostly I think it’s because of this stupid bug.

Even as wiped out as I am, I went out dancing, last night – and I had a blast. I think I sat maybe 4 songs. I danced absolutely every other one. It’s a good thing I did, because knowing I’d have to be up early this morning, I left early last night. But in the 3 hours I was there, I got in about a full night’s worth of dancing.

I doubt I’ll go out tonight. A quiet night at home relaxing and resting sounds like the perfect thing. I’m thinking tuna casserole for dinner since it’s so easy to make, curling up on the couch and knitting with a cuppa tea and an early night to bed.

Aren’t I the scintillating one?