On barium and pancakes

Friday morning, Justin and I drove to the hospital on Hilton Head, where we sat in the waiting room for, I don’t know, 45 minutes?  And then they took Justin away to make him drink a barium smoothie and barium smothered crackers and other barium flavored things for about 15 minutes, if that long, before telling him that there’s nothing wrong with his swallowing, so whatever the problem he’s having, it’s not because of that.

Wohoo.  What a way to spend a morning.

So we went back home and he went to bed because poisonous heavy metals and chemicals to which he’s allergic do not a happy husband make.  While he slept, I went shopping at thrift stores to find a bowl to replace the one I dropped Thursday afternoon.  That was the second such bowl I’ve destroyed at work and I’ve determined that if I’m going to go through them at this rate, then I’m going to stop paying any more than $1 for them.  I tried on some clothes while I was there, and then stopped trying on clothes and stuck to house wares because new clothes are so overrated.  And three hours, a delightful conversation with my sister, and $1.07 later, I’ve got a “brand new” bowl to take to work, microwave oatmeal in for a couple months, and then accidentally drop somewhere in the building.

Saturday was much more sedate, with a lot of sitting around and watching TV and poking at computers and letting Justin rest.  I did some organizing projects that I’d been meeting to get around to doing and watched too much “Ghost Whisperer” just because it was on TV.  And I got most of our movies inventoried on to the iTrackMine website. (Useful website, by the way, if a bit time extensive without a barcode scanner.)

Sunday, Justin was supposed to run the computer at church, but he woke up freezing with a fever and shaking, so I called the worship pastor and we both agreed that Justin should just stay in bed; so I tucked him back in, with a couple extra blankets and an electric hot pad and let him sleep away the morning, while I finished inventorying the movies and video games and tidied the house and organized the closet in my office a little better and started a loaf of bread in the bread maker and basically just puttered around the house for hours.  (Run-on sentence!)

Later in the afternoon, after Justin was up and showered and everything, a friend of ours stopped by to play card games and hang out.  It was so much fun!  The last time (which was also the first time), we met somewhere in town and ate dinner together and chatted, but it just wasn’t comfortable.  This time was so much better.  We laughed, we played card games, we introduced her to “Wonderfalls,” we played Wii games, and we watched Justin make pancakes for dinner.  It was great!

I enjoy so much having people over to the house.  Making friends and cooking them food and hanging out, relaxing and laughing.  It’s wonderful!

Today, Justin’s still not feeling tip-top, but he hasn’t been tip-top for months and months, so we’re used to this.  Hopefully we’ll hear back from his doctors soon to figure out what to do next.  Meanwhile, I’ve got a lot to accomplish at work because I’m going to be out of the office part or all of the day on Wednesday and all day Thursday because Mom and Dad are going to be here (YEA!!) and there’s a lot to do before then.

I don’t want to talk about this

I met with a nurse practitioner at work for the second time today.  She and I are working on my health goals, primary of which being lose this weight for once and for all.  It didn’t go well.  I’m back up to the highest weight I was at last year.  I’m miserable.  I’m frustrated.

So.  I’m meeting with her again on Tuesday.   And I’ll meet with her again the week after that.  And I’ll keep on meeting with her every week until I’ve got a handle on this, at which time I’ll drop down to seeing her every other week.  And she’ll have me weigh-in on the scale in Medical.  And she’ll ask if I’ve been logging my food.  And what I’ve been doing to exercise.  And ask all the uncomfortable questions that someone apparently needs to ask me in order to keep me on track.

I cried in her office this afternoon just because I’m so frustrated.  And embarrassed.  And stressed.

Justin and I  walked through Best Buy yesterday just for the fun of seeing what cool toys were out (not that we could buy anything) and I tried out one of those new Kinect games.  The stupid thing takes pictures while you’re thrashing around like an idiot!  The pictures were so embarrassing.

Anyway.  I don’t really want to talk about it.  But, you know, it’s us.  And this is what we talk about with each other.  Plus, it’s what’s on my brain.

So there you have it.

Pray for Haiti

Today is the one-year anniversary of the earthquake that hit Haiti.  It killed 230,000 people.  A million and a half people were left homeless.  In the past year, they’ve been hit by flooding from a hurricane, faced a cholera outbreak that sickened 15,000 people and killed 3,000 more, and their government has been in chaos.

People are living in tents.  Buildings lay in ruins.  Recovery has been slow.

If you haven’t thought about Haiti in a while, please take a moment today to pray for that country.

Still winter here

We’ve had freezing rain here for the last couple days and it has been hilarious to watch the southerners.  They canceled schools yesterday, delayed them today.  The instinct to go to the store and buy all the milk, eggs, bread, and Pop-Tarts has kicked in.  But that’s only if people are willing to go out at all, because when I went past the Papa John’s last night, it was running a swift business with five delivery cars running their engines in the parking lot.

I’ve wondered if they were going to close work, but nothing so far.  And those of us from colder climes have been laughing at the people freaking out.  Not that the threat of black ice isn’t real; even people who are familiar with it need to be careful about it.  And I sincerely appreciate the trucker who slowed down to 20 miles below the speed limit going over bridges and potentially treacherous stretches of the road.  I appreciate drivers like that much more than the ones who passed me in order to zip around the responsible trucker and speed on down the road.  But really, when do I ever appreciate those jerks?

Last night was a very quiet evening.  I picked up some chicken from the grocery store so I didn’t have to make a lot of noise in the kitchen making dinner, and we ate in the near dark of the kitchen.  We set my netbook to the dimmest setting on the monitor and Justin sat there with sunglasses on while I read a book under the light of a tiny red-light flashlight that I got from Luke years and years ago.  Justin felt well enough to watch Castle when that came on, though we turned off the sound during the commercials and he kept the sunglasses on.  And then I went to bed because I had to get up at 5:30 in the morning, and he stayed up because he’d slept all day long and couldn’t quiet his brain enough to rest.

Migraines suck.  Just so ya know.

He’s doing a little better this morning, I think.  He didn’t really wake up much when I left the house.  But the little I did get out of him was cheery.  I’m optimistic.  The weather should start to clear up by this afternoon, and the weather is what usually sets off the headache.  So with any luck, the clouds will clear and the headache will evaporate in the cool light of the sun.

And that’s pretty much the story of my last 24 hours.  The only thing left to add is the book I picked up is Howl’s Moving Castle, a book I found in the teen section of the public library and didn’t have a clue it even existed – I loved the movie, though!  Studio Ghibli, Miyazaki, wonderful stuff.  And the book has not disappointed so far.  It’s nice, light reading, and the story is enchanting.  I wish I was curled up at home reading that rather than sitting in my chilly office doing work.