Getting used to these new medicines is definitely of the suck. Apparently there’s just a prime time for me to take them. Unfortunately, I haven’t found it yet. If I take it too late, I sleep all morning the next day (or, if I must go to work, I sit there in a fog all morning until I can crawl under my desk at 11 and take a nap during my lunch break). If I take it too early, I sort of don’t go to sleep at all, so I’m tired and foggy the next morning. Last night I took it too early, and I was really mondo tired, so I gave up and took a sleeping pill as well. I slept the sleep of the dreamless, and was stunned to open my eyes and realize that I should have been at work 5 minutes previously. And that was when I was just thinking how nice it would be to stretch, roll over, and go back to sleep.
So I got to work at 7:30 instead of 7:00. And I’m really tired and groggy, and will probably nap under my desk during lunch today to give me the energy I need to make up the half hour I missed this morning. I also, before the end of the week, need to make up the hour and a half I missed yesterday afternoon while I was getting my annual checkup at the doctor’s office.
The older I get the more complicated my annuals are. I remember when it was just going in, getting lab work done, getting the well woman stuff done, and I was out of there. Now it’s two tons of paperwork, order the mammogram, get the EKG, blood work, bone density scan, etc. The nurse started talking about colonoscopy–I hope I’m still a few years away from needing that! Eeuu!
I remembered to bring The Ugliest Cake In the World (TM) to work with me today. I’m hoping my co-workers will devour it. I mean, yeah, okay, it’s heinously ugly, but it’s also incredibly delicious. You get to see pictures of it tomorrow. You can’t wait, can you? Admit it!
The Incomparable Izzybella will not be blogging today or tomorrow. She told me she’d hoped to get online in the evenings once everyone’s settled down in their dorm rooms, but alas! She was unable to connect to the internet. Things are going well, though; one day down, two to go. Think happy thoughts for her. She needs them.
Joe went to the Journey concert the other night. Their new lead singer, who’s absolutely marvelous, is the cousin of some friends of ours. He’s got the Steve Perry sound, and Joe described him as energetic and dynamic. Joe watched you-tube all night last night comparing performances. I can’t believe I turned my husband into a you-tube junkie. But there’s worse things he could be addicted to, so I shouldn’t complain.
You know, going back to the doctor issue, it’s pretty sneaky of them to refuse to refill my hormone prescriptions unless I went in for a physical. Because I wouldn’t have otherwise. But me without my hormones is just so not a pretty picture. I left his office yesterday with my prescription, the mammogram order, and a tracker for my blood pressure. My blood pressure has never been high, but yesterday it was as high as it can be and still be considered normal. So I’ve got to check it regularly now, and if it stays this high I have orders to call my doctor about it. He did say it could be due in part to the new medications I’m taking for the other thing. And yes, I need to lose weight. He’s nice about it–always has been–and has never made me feel bad about my weight problems. So I’ve got to bite the bullet and start WW up again. I’m not going to go to meetings, but I have all the information at home from when I was going before. I know how to do it and I know what to do, just need to do it.