I'm apologizing now because this post isn't going to be very funny. I got a phone call from the hospital today and they have moved my test date closer! Yay! It's tomorrow. at 6am. So now I'm drinking the awful medicine they are making me take beforehand and I'm having a tough time getting it all down. It's quite nasty. Which means that I'm not feeling very funny tonight. I knew that this stuff would make me sick, but I didn't think I'd be this sick.
For those of you worrying that I have lost to much weight, you can stop worrying. I, um, have plenty of extra, so I can lose double what I've already lost and I'd still be OK. I have this theory that people whose ancestors lived in areas of the world where food was readily available are not genetically predisposed to store fat. My ancestors, on the other hand, lived in a world where it was literally feast or famine and they needed to store up fat during the summer, which lasted about 6 weeks if you could even call it summer, to make it through the long, cold, dark winters when there was no food. Unfortunately, my genes are still acting like its 800 AD and I need to survive a Danish winter, so I've been storing up for the famine for years. Now the famine has arrived, of sorts, so I can happily state that my body for once is doing what it should have been doing all along which is eating up my fat stores. Here is a picture of my ancestors on one of their family summer vacations.
Child 2's Christmas concert is tonight and I am missing it because I am too sick, so not many people are having a worse day than me. But this handyman might have. Some crazy people whose relative was in a dispute with him invited him over to do some work for them. Instead of paying him, they kidnapped him and forced him to make repairs around their house. I'm sure they thought it was a good idea at the time, but now they are in jail on felony charges. So thank you, clueless repair needers, for reminding me to always pay my handyman. But since it's usually Husband who makes all the repairs, all I usually need is a pan of lasagna.
For those of you worrying that I have lost to much weight, you can stop worrying. I, um, have plenty of extra, so I can lose double what I've already lost and I'd still be OK. I have this theory that people whose ancestors lived in areas of the world where food was readily available are not genetically predisposed to store fat. My ancestors, on the other hand, lived in a world where it was literally feast or famine and they needed to store up fat during the summer, which lasted about 6 weeks if you could even call it summer, to make it through the long, cold, dark winters when there was no food. Unfortunately, my genes are still acting like its 800 AD and I need to survive a Danish winter, so I've been storing up for the famine for years. Now the famine has arrived, of sorts, so I can happily state that my body for once is doing what it should have been doing all along which is eating up my fat stores. Here is a picture of my ancestors on one of their family summer vacations.
Child 2's Christmas concert is tonight and I am missing it because I am too sick, so not many people are having a worse day than me. But this handyman might have. Some crazy people whose relative was in a dispute with him invited him over to do some work for them. Instead of paying him, they kidnapped him and forced him to make repairs around their house. I'm sure they thought it was a good idea at the time, but now they are in jail on felony charges. So thank you, clueless repair needers, for reminding me to always pay my handyman. But since it's usually Husband who makes all the repairs, all I usually need is a pan of lasagna.
glad the test date got moved up. Not sure if I am hoping for conclusive proof as it might be bad news, but I hope you can get some information for your suffering. Happy gut prep. k.
ReplyDeleteI don't know you, but came across your blog and read it every day. I am also apart from my husband. Thanks for reminding me to find humor in the hard times. I am praying for good news on your health and that your 365 days go by quickly. You rock!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prayers. They help more than you know. One day we will look back on these separations and laugh, but maybe not today. OK, maybe a little today. Laughter is the only way to go when the world is falling apart around you. :-)
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