Although he’s made up for it with more projects, the honker has definitely not been on the motorcycle nearly as much this year. If it’s because of Colleen, I love her.
I was thinking about when V told me she lost 40 pounds from puking up most of what she ate since having her gallbladder removed. I couldn’t help but think, That could have been me. So, wow—something really doesn’t want me losing weight.
But then I realized that not only was I lucky it wasn’t me—since puking is the second-worst feeling in the world next to anxiety—but even if it had affected me that way, I wouldn’t have lost weight at all. She’s younger, and she has a normal thyroid. I don’t. After all, I had the runs every day for a month before I figured out why, and I still didn’t lose weight. Hell, even dieting and exercising don’t make me lose weight.
I’m still amazed that I lost some weight just from cutting out sugar. It’s more like five pounds in the end rather than ten, though, because my body has settled into where it thinks it should be. Where I used to wake up around 162 lbs when I ate sugar, now I tend to wake up around 157. So, not a huge loss, but I’m still amazed I even lost that much. I really never thought I’d get under 160 again. Maybe I’ll be surprised in the future, but the thought still scares me because of my medication.
I woke up with my lungs feeling tight and am thinking about taking a break from Claritin. I just don’t know what’s been causing it these last handful of months. I wasn’t on that or the nasal spray when I was tight a few months ago, but it’s hard to believe it could be the Levo after two skipped doses. Between my coffee and a hit from my inhaler, it helped. It was weird, though—after the tightness eased up, I had a pain in the middle of my back on the left side, but then that went away too. Getting a little tight again, though. I wish I knew for sure what was causing it. I don’t know if it’s something I’m taking or just the climate. Scary to think how many pulmonary embolism symptoms I’ve had, so hopefully that’s not it!
Tom is updating the schedule program to reflect daylight savings, which I appreciate.
Today, I’m going to cancel my appointment with the glaucoma doctor because it will cost us more on this plan, and I just don’t think it’s necessary.
The colorful plastic clips typically used in bird cages are wonderful. I wish I had them decades ago when we first started getting pet rats. They’re so much easier to use, and they add a nice pop of color too.
I wasn’t able to sleep with the new nasal dilator because I didn’t find it very comfortable. I watched tutorials over and over, yet I’m not able to insert them as far up into my nose as I see in the videos. Maybe I just need to wear them for a bit while I’m awake to get used to the feel of them—just like with the CPAP.
I’m seeing the urologist tomorrow, and even though I won’t know anything for sure that day, I’d be willing to bet I do have cystitis and will have to avoid certain foods and drinks. I just hope I’m not exhausted! It’s hit or miss. I couldn’t bring myself to schedule an appointment with our local urology center that’s much closer because they had such bad reviews—from the doctors to the office staff.
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