Mama Said, Mama Said.
Talked to my mom yesterday and she was concerned about the Sickie Toddler. She thought perhaps I should take her to the doctor. I was on the fence. There's not much I hate more than dragging a child to the doctor only to be told, "Let's give it a couple more days and see what happens." I took her. Double ear infection. Bulging with puss. Now on Day two of antibiotics, she's turning the corner. I would like to add that I love the practice we go to. Seeing as we don't have any outstanding health issues, it doesn't really matter to me who we see. What I love is that we had a 1:45 appointment. We arrived at 1:40. I was back in the car by 1:56. At no time did I feel rushed, and the doctor took his time checking out my girl. How's that for service?
Yesterday my mom was supposed to go in for ACL Reconstruction. Didn't happen as they noticed something funny on her EKG Monday. She went in Monday afternoon for a second one. Didn't happen as he blood pressure was too high. Stress maybe? Gave her some meds, and she had a second one yesterday. She goes back to the doctor today to discuss rescheduling her surgery. Right now she's off crutches, but still wearing a brace. The insurance company considers it 'elective surgery.' Really. Elective? Wow.
You're going the wrong way!
Stepped on the scale this morning. 211. I know it's me. I know I'm eating too much and not exercising enough. So I've pulled out my "fatty-fatty two-by-four" Dr. Phil book. And I'm back here:
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This will help me track what I'm eating. I'm at a cross roads right now. Either I suck it up and work on this or I go and buy all new clothes. I have one pair of jeans that fit. One. I know that a big part of why I'm eating is emotional. My problems aren't any bigger than anyone else's - except they're mine. Every night I go to bed thinking, tomorrow will be a better day. Tomorrow I'll get this under control. Tomorrow I won't make a batch of Rice Krispie Treats and eat half the pan. It is tomorrow. I have got to get this under control.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Mama Said, Mama Said.