Saturday, in the Park....
Yesterday, I got so freakin' sick. I had a little lunch catered to our center for the tutors...they all have been so great and four of the graduate this semester so it was a goodbye party as well. I had a little extra money in my budget for this last year, so I ordered food catered from a local restaurant and they make really good food. The food was so good and everyone was very pleased with the food and then they opened the dessert boxes which were two pies and one very nice cake and normally I don't tempt fate but the cake was a sponge cake with fresh berries and I thought a little bite or two won't hurt....let me tell you, I got so dang sick. I haven't been sick like that since I tried pancakes and fake syrup. Thank goodness I could retreat to my office and close and lock the door and use a plastic bag...I was that sick. When I first had WLS, I never knew how was I going to react to any food and then when I had the ulcerations, I literally would get sick on water, so I always keep bags in my office and yesterday, those bags came in handy. After about thirty minutes of nausea and the other, I realized I was not going to get over it without lying down so I came home. While I am completely happy that I still cannot eat sugary treats, I hate that I cannot even take a little taste.
Other than that, yesterday was a pretty good day. We didn't go pick up the kids because I was so sick but we will go next week.
Today I am going in to work because I had so little time to work on my yearly strategic planning report so I am going to do that. And, I am getting ready to interview applicants for my assistant director position and I want to make sure I have the right people on that committee. Those are things I have to do from my office. Plus, I love working on the weekends because no one is on campus and other than the cops who swing by for a cup of coffee, no one bothers me.
My yoga group from the university and I have set our summer goals...they are the most goal driven women I know...and they talked me into reaching for a couple of movements that I have not tried...they promise to help so we will see....what I suspect will happen is that I will flat on my butt.
Ladies, I hope your weekend is off to a wonderful start. Talk away and I'll check back in a bit....aren't we having fun. I think it's time to do another special post about what we don't miss about our lives before WLS.....that's aways a good thing to do to keep us on track....if one of you wants to start the thread, I'll sure post.
Good Morning Jeannie and OFF,
This morning is the first in a week where I could relax, and enjoy a cup of coffee, in my robe, without rushing out the door, all week. I am trying to get moving, coz Lincoln has a football game at noon, and then Izzy has a soccer game later in the afternoon.
Jeannie, I tried yoga when I was in rehab for my alcoholism. The first session, it was hard to relax, and enjoy it, because two very immature clients kept laughing throughout the session. Personally, I wished they had been asked to leave, because they ruined the entire session. The yoga instructor had a music track on for relaxing, and the setting was perfect, except for the giggle sisters. The second week went better, because one of the girls had been discharged. I couldn't do all the positions, because of my chronic pain, but she gave me alternate positions those times. I tried it at home, with an OnDemand video, but my dog thought I was on the floor to play with him. I should see if I can try it again, but first I should put the dog in my bedroom.
Well, I missed seeing Carla as she passed through this morning. Hopefully, I'll get to see her when she comes back through next month.
No word on Colleen's job interview. She figures she didn't get the job. She's still sending out her resume, and working on getting recertified to teach in Pennsylvania.
Frankie went to tour the preschool class at the kids' school yesterday, with his aunt and cousin. The preschool had an open house. He, and his cousin, Livie, were the only two visiting the half-day class. They had a blast. I folded Colleen's laundry for her while they were gone. I would have asked to join them, if I didn't forget to take my morning meds, and left them at home.
Well, I better scoot. I have to shower, and swing by the bank on the way to the football game.
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
Morning coffee in pjs are the best. I love sipping coffee with my gown on and my feet up. You should give Yoga another try. I find it so relaxing and it is the only thing that I can really do that doesn't impact my joints so much. When I first started doing yoga, I could barely turn my head because of all the damage to my neck and over the years, my range of motion in all my joints but especially my neck has increased.
When I do yoga at home, my silly cats think the same thing...it's fun time. LOL...
Good Morning Friends,
I am sitting with my feet up in my nightgown with a blanket on me, all snugly. Al is cooking breakfast (scrambled eggs with salsa on the side and a slice of bacon). I have laundry to tackle this morning and a barbecue to attend this afternoon. My car is fixed and my bite is healing well. I'm still in shock over it and I'm getting some things in motion to help to prevent it from happening again. The number one thing would be for me to never get between two angry dogs, but more is needed in the training realm and I've started that and I'm bringing an expert in to help.
I have been working hard to de clutter the house...I'm trying very hard to do it in the least stressful way, slowly and with less negative chatter to myself. There has been enough negative chatter this wee****rtainly don't need to pile more on...my poor brain is tired.
So upward and onward....thank you to those of you *****main...lets support ourselves in the healthiest way that we can.
Happy Saturday!
Julia
Julia,
I'm all about the positive...when I get into those negative relationships or start hearing the negative scripts, I find myself eating for no reason whatsoever. I totally agree with the onward and upward...I, for one, am ready for the board to be supportive in a very authentic way. I think if we hear what we want to hear and dismiss what we don't want to hear, we set ourselves up for failure and certainly up for loneliness. I had polio when I was a child and spent a year in the children's hospital. Back in those days, travelling to LR was a monthly thing plus, the hospital only allowed visitors on Sunday, which meant that my mother would have to drive on Sunday morning to visit for a short while and head home. Plus, she really believed I was contagious so my grandmother came to visit me and I went home with her and lived with her until I was about 7. Because I had to wear those awful braces on my legs and use those crutches, I was teased and bullied so much that I would come home with my dress ripped, sometimes bloody knees, and my self esteem just took a beating. When my grandmother finally figured it all out, she rode the bus with me one morning, got off the bus and stood off to the side on the play ground, and when the mean girls started bullying me, she picked a switch off a tree and striped those little girls' legs...when the teacher approached her, she said, well, I done stood there watching and you was too busy talking to the other teacher to worry with my granddaughter, so I figured since I was here watching, I'd do what was natural, discipline those hateful girls....now days, of course, she would have been locked up, but after that day, the girls rarely bullied me and my nanny, on that day, told those girls that life was going to be very lonely for them if they pushed everyone away who was different....to be frank, she was right. The girl who was the meanest of all, continued to be mean all the way through elementary and high school and she fought with her neighbors, her husband's family, her own family, and now, she is all alone. A couple of us gals from school went to visit her not too long ago and she started out being so nice and before long, it was back to being the mean little girl on the playground who *****ed and moaned and groaned and laughed at others....I told everyone I had to go because frankly, I had heard enough about how awful her sisters were and her kids and her grandkids and then she said something about educated fools, which I know was a dig at me, so I said, Paula, you haven't changed a bit....you are the same way you were all the way through school..she thought I was complimenting her but everyone knows it's the fool *****sists growth that loses in the end.....okay, enough of my olden day stories. But, they are the truth.
Have you seen the research on children that were in hospitals during the 50s with those strict rules? There are a couple of high brain growth times that were particularly hard to live through without damage that lasted. I, too, was in the hospital when I was almost two, and my parents were allowed to visit two times a day for an hour or two. They said I was tied to the bed and that it was torture to leave me because of my screams and fear. As with you, I do think that hospitalization shaped my personality in many ways.
I am so sorry that you were bullied as a child...but to tell you the truth, that soft piece inside of you is so precious...and you would not have it without the hard lessons you went through. Not everyone can see that part of you I'm sure. You and I have a number of similar traits, maybe from the childhood pain. We are both mouthy and rebellious, we stand up to bullies, and even though we have every reason to fear and mistrust, we find good people...we also see the truth I think. Of course we have lots of differences too...you are more disciplined than I am for sure.
Your Grandma was a pistol! What a great story!
Julia
Julia,
For about six years after my release from the hospital, I had appointments with the hospital's mental folks mostly for intelligence gathering. I was a little different than most because I caught polio when I was barely four, so from four until six I was in the hospital and I was in a room filled with polio kids and I was the baby....to young for the nursery so I was with the kids who were being schooled, so I was schooled too...in a way, I think it probably saved me from the plight of my siblings, who were raised by our mother who was illiterate. By the time I left the hospital, I already could read and write and do math and had learned a great deal about science and literature. I was in an iron lung for the majority of my time there as were the other kids on the ward I was on.
A lot can be said about aspect on life for those who have had so much happening in their lives. My grandmother was a pistol...and she was really devoted to taking care of me. Well, my friend, have a good rest of the day.
Good morning everyone. I am feeling lazy today. I slept well and felt rested when I got up but now a few hours later I am feeling tired. Wonder if my thyroid numbers are low again. I take medication but last labs were a little low.
Today I need to get my grandson's birthday gift in the mail. I'll be seeing him but after the day. I want him to have the gift on his BD. I also have to get my passport paper work filled out. Unfortunately I don't feel like doing didley squat, as my mom would say.
Jeannie , sorry you got so sick. I wish my system was more sensitive. I can actually eat sweets if they are not really sweet. I can't eat syrup or honey or cake icing ect. but cake without icing or a cookie...no problem. I have more issues with fried stuff. luckily I don't really crave sweets so I can usually control what and how much I eat.
Just got a phone call while I was typing. Looks like I may have sold one of my Hot Springs Village condos. If it actually closes I'll be so happy. I'll just have the one left that is the smaller one that is my favorite. I'll keep it for personal use as I gradually get myself out of Houston. With this sale I will feel more comfortable looking for a place in Wyoming when I visit this summer. Of course a contract and a closing is not the same thing. If everything goes right the buyers want to close on the 23 of May. Yeah!!!
