So, we’ve been getting quotes for the move. It’s not pretty. Not at all. The worst part is the cost of fuel, and the fact that we pay taxes on the NS end of the move, which is something like 13% instead of 5% here in Alberta. Even if we chop the move by 1500 pds, it doesn’t make a huge difference. It’s still a nasty amount of money. I need to find hubby a job that will pay for moving expenses!!!!
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Supernatural
OK, I bought hubby the first 2 seasons of the TV show Supernatural. It’s a pretty good show, and the main characters are not too bad to look at either-Dean is the better-looking one, Sam looks too young-like someone Alex might bring home in a few years!
Anyway, there are 2 brothers searching for their dad, and killing evil scary things along the way. The stories are based on urban legends, the other day we watched Scarecrow and Asylum (brilliant writers, just come up with a show title, and the show basically writes itself-especially in my wild imagination!). They’ve also done one on Bloody Mary. The show is scary. Terrifyingly scary!
I’m the girl who read scary books when I was a kid, I’m the one who loved scary movies because they would terrify me. I can’t tell you how many nights I spent curled up in the corner of the sofa waiting for the parents of the kids I babysat to come home-just terrified! There was one house in particular, it was old. Super old. Lots of rooms and doors, it had a back stairway and everything. Scared the beejesus out of me every time I babysat there. I once watched the Amityville horror when hubby was out of town, when the movie was over I had to go in the basement for something, the heater kicked on when I was down there, and scared me to death! I once phoned him almost in tears when I realized that there was a door to the attic in my closet. I wouldn’t get off the phone until he promised to look up there when he got home!
Anyway the point of the story is that we got the windows replaced in our townhouse this week, so the curtains and blinds had to come down. The kitchen window we just left bare, and as soon as the sun went down, I was terrified. I was petrified that I would see a face in the window every time I went in there! So, I told hubby that as soon as the windows got replaced the first thing he had to do was to put the blinds back up in the kitchen. He got home yesterday, was pretty tired so he didn’t get a chance to. Don’t worry, he put something up. A pillowcase. A bright pink pillowcase, that when the light goes through it puts a lovely blood-red tint to the whole place.
Yep, much better. Not going to have nightmares over that am I????!!!
Wish me luck!
My ultrasound is tomorrow. Hopefully it will point out the reason for my pains, and it will be a reason that is easily taken care of and not something serious.
It’s a lower abdomen one, so I need to do the drink-water-but-don’t-go-pee thing. At least I don’t have a baby pressing on my bladder this time!
Did you ever….
Want to write about something-a subject matter, an issue-only you can’t find the right words? Nothing looks right to you?
I’ve got some family illness going on-an aunt of mine has been diagnosed with breast cancer-but no matter what I write, it all looks wrong. I think about her a lot, I worry about her and my uncle, and their children. I think about the fact that my mom is around the same age and doesn’t keep up with her regular checkups. I think about the fact that my aunt went in complaining of stomach pains of all things, and because of her age they decided to do a mammogram. I have my own ultrasound to check out possible ovarian cysts this week, I know it will go well, but every once in a while I wonder ‘What if?’
I’ve been thinking a lot about food lately-and not just because I’m dieting again!-I’ve been reading books and watching documentaries about food production and costs and the industrialization of food processing. Michael Pollan ( in the book In Defense of Food) has a good idea about getting back to the roots of your food. When you pick up a carton of milk, think about where that milk came from-think about the farmer that owns the cows, think about how far that milk traveled to get to the grocery store-this is not a new idea at all, I see the theme recurring in documentaries and other writings about the topic. I think that my hubby is getting worried that I will totally hippie-out on him, but I really feel passionately about this. I tell him my plans for when we move to NS and buy our own place. I want an acerage outside of the city so that I have lots of room to garden, I want a root cellar, and I want to spend weekends in the summer freezing and canning my yield. I want to buy local the items that we don’t raise ourselves, and that includes meat products. I want to stray away from processed food that doesn’t resemble the original product at all. First step, we’ve gotten rid of margarine! Yay!
Hubby was raised on margarine, I was raised on it too, but my grandparent’s used butter, and it was a treat and something I often over-indulged on. I have managed to cut back on the amounts I use, and I have convinced hubby that margarine is a totally manufactured, horribly processed product that doesn’t resemble it’s original state, or even food. Small steps, small steps.
I really hope that when I get my degree in Human Nutrition I can use my passion and my education on this topic.
Not what I was expecting to hear
So, I had a Dr’s appointment today. I’ve been having some pelvic pain during my periods lately and decided to check it out (sorry to my male readers, but it might be TMI). I fully expected to hear that it was just another symptom of my IBS. I have irritable bowel syndrome, and have suffered with it for years. It is under control, but I control it with natural means, I don’t take drugs for it. I fully expected the doc to prescribe some pills, and tell me that it was all connected to IBS. You see, I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. My symptoms are real, but I often think the worst. A bit of acne? I panic that the doc will try to put me on Accutane. What happened? The doc put me on an antibiotic cream and my face cleared up in a couple of months. Upper right quadrant abdominal pain? Emergency gallbladder surgery for gallstones. Really, it was just another symptom of my IBS and the tests showed no stones. I’m sure you get my drift.
So, doc listened to my symptoms, and said he had to do an internal exam. He did an exam and the look on his face was something that I had not seen in a long time. It was the same look when I was 36 weeks pregnant and showed high BP during a checkup. It was the look of concern. He thinks that it is what is called a ‘functional cyst’, meaning non-malignant and something I can live with. However, I have an ultrasound booked to see exactly what it is and where we go from here.
I’m scared. This is a hypochondriac’s worst nightmare-that something turns out really wrong. How can I comfort hubby and convince him that all is well when I don’t know it myself? What if this is not just a cyst? What if it is something that needs to be removed? What if it’s the big C?
