Princess Perfect

I came to the realisation this past weekend that I can’t be.  Perfect that is.  It goes totally against my nature to let things slide, but if I’m to retain my sanity over the next couple of months, I’m going to have to let some things go.  Quick status update….

My sister will have surgery this week and we are hoping for no nasty surprises.

No weight loss despite dilligent exercise and adherence to diet the majority of the time…none at all.  I have to say this is pretty discouraging.  I’m trying to keep it up because despite no weight loss I am definitely stronger and have greater physical stamina just to do everyday things.  ‘Glass half full’ I guess.

Had a blood test yesterday (about 2 weeks overdue) and will get the results in a couple of days.  Hopefully my levels will be normal, including anti-bodies, and the Doctor will give me the ok to go down to 1 x 5mg neomercazole per day.  I’m crossing fingers…although my left arm and hand has been aching this week which for some reason is usually an indication of how my Graves is doing (or it might be that I’m sleeping on my left…who knows)

Waiting on a specialist appointment (2 months away) to check out why my girl’s guts are so awful right now (this situation is not new but I am definitely at the end of my rope with this one).  I’m 39 and I think I’m done with them and seeing as they are not being used have suggested I would like them out…but of course the medical folks think that makes me a bit nuts. I mean, what if I decide to have a miracle, immaculate conception baby at the overripe age of 46 despite the fact that I’ll no longer have viable eggs?  The whole thought grosses me out.  If I end up bitter and childless I’ll adopt so I have offspring to transfer my bitterness to the way every other parent transfers their issues to their children.

Really really tired the past couple of weeks.  Just can’t seem to sleep well and when I do I wake up tired.  my doctor is only somewhat sympathetic and is suggesting hypnotherapy rather than begrudgingly prescribed drugs which I have to ration for important days where I REALLY need sleep…I mean, really?!  Really?!

Ok…off to see my poor, long suffering trainer who I think doesn’t want me in his ’stats’ because I’m making his trend line point the wrong way.  Blah blah blah…another day in paradise!

Will update later this week on my sister’s status post surgery and also my blood results.

Six months since diagnosis.  Probably 2 years since becoming symptomatic.  Time flies…!