So, let's talk about Thanksgiving.
1. With my dad, stepmom (Janice), Claire (half-sister), & 2 brothers. It's always a little more rough on me because they expect you to dress up, or at least not wear pajamas. And lately sweat pants are all I've been wearing because they don't put as much pressure on my lower abdomen. It was kind of nice to have an excuse to force me to wear real clothes and actually put on makeup, though.
Anyway, it was fun. Their cat is finally turning nice. And Claire is at the age where she can have real conversations, but she's still young enough that everything she says is cute. I've been wondering when she'd figure out that we're not "whole sisters" but just half sisters. She asked me about it nonchalantly as she was playing her DSi. She's going to be so much smarter than I am when she's my age.
2. With my mom & 2 brothers, the day after Thanksgiving. I brought my cat, Samson, over to hang out at mom's. He was not pleased. He's okay with mom's 2 little dogs (Bear and Molly), but my brother brought his 2 big dogs (Chewie and Nox) over, too. Samson hissed and fussed at one of his dogs, then hid under the bed. But after the big dogs left, he came out of hiding. He even gave Bear a kiss! It was sweet.
Mom's turkey was really good. I liked it better than any other turkey I've had, I think. But my brother kept telling EVERYONE that I didn't like it? It's a strange thing to lie about.
I always like any time I get to spend with mom. But she was feeling kind of under the weather because of the weather. And then the cellulitis on her legs flared up some.
3. With my boyfriend's parents. I couldn't go :(. Dad was serving dinner at 3 or 4 and Trey's parents said 2 or 3, but it ended up being 3:30. So it was impossible to go to both. It's hard to handle all these different Thanksgivings when you're an unmarried couple. When you're married, you're expected to go to dinners together and go from Thanksgiving to Thanksgiving together and no one makes a fuss about it. So whenever I hear married people complain about it, it makes me sad. At least you get to be with your significant other on Thanksgiving, and no one gives you grief if you have to go over to his parents house. People tend to plan around you more. You're one item instead of two separate ones. So... pish posh.
4. With my mom's side of the family. We had dinner at Casa Blanca a few days after Thanksgiving because everyone was probably all turkeyed-out. It was fun, but I wish it had lasted longer. And I couldn't really hear anything anyone said, so I probably missed about half of what my cousins were saying. I'm really glad Christmas will be my cousin Laura's house so we can actually have more time to hang out. It's something great to look forward to! :)
Also, it seemed like ALL OF BOB JONES CLASS OF 2008 was at Casa Blanca. And I heard some of them saying not so nice things about me. Just one table in particular. It was like listening to 14 year olds babble meanly and nonsensically before calling their mommies to pick them up because they can't drive yet. It kind of put a damper on the evening. I might have cried. A lot.
Overall, Thanksgiving (which for me was Thursday - Saturday night) was good. Spending time with my mom cancels out anything bad that happened. My group from my Shakespeare class filmed a scene in a graveyard somewhere in that time span. That's GPA dedication.
Another good thing that happened is that Samson the cat LOVED the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv.
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Finals are coming up! It turns out I actually DO have a final the day of my neurosurgeon appointment, so I have to take that some other time. Tomorrow marks one week until the appointment. I'm too tired to really worry about it anymore. Plus, my Gramma had bone spurs removed from her spine and she handled it like a champ. If she can handle something that bad and painful with only a few complaints, then I can handle possible narrowing of the central spinal canal. I'll have to reach down deep instead and pull out my inner Gretchen Tanner. She's amazing.
I have half a final tomorrow, or something like that. Linguistics testing is confusing.
The bladder situation has gotten worse. And I can't stop shaking. I can't shake the shakes (ha! get it?). I also have an allergic reaction rash, and I don't know what caused it. I'm thinking it's the new hormones. I hope I don't have to go on different ones again. We'll see.
I take Gabapentin for organ spasms and I tried to stop taking it cold turkey because I was unsure if it was doing anything. And it's 2 pills 3 times a day (meaning 6 a day), which is a lot. It turns out that it causes bad withdrawal symptoms and you're supposed to taper off of it for multiple months. So I had a rough night last night. Needless to say, I'm back on it.
When I was googling around to see if the lack of Gabapentin was why my body was freaking out, I found that a lot of people reported weight gain and trouble getting the weight off with that medicine. It made me feel a little better about the trouble with that I've been having. When you're on hormones, corticosteroids, and anti-convulsion medicines, and you hurt a lot on a consistent basis, things aren't as easy. Don't tell me it's just a matter of calories in/calories out. That makes me so mad. I did that for months. I lost a little weight. As in, way less than I should've lost considering the calories in/out. I checked my calculations and measurements over and over and over. Like, I'd wake up in the middle of the night worrying about it. I was really good about it.
And then? The doctor changed my hormone therapy for a different hormone therapy. I didn't change my eating/exercise routine (that, as I said, made me lose a little) in any way, and I gained weight. So, how does your in/out theory explain that? Don't tell me it's water weight, because my body's problem is that it doesn't retain water. Read up on diseases a little. I'm working on it. I feel like I need to wear a shirt that says, "Don't make fun of me; I'm working on it." Or "Quit staring; you may get sick one day and gain a lot of weight. And I will find you and laugh at you."
Okay just kidding with the laughing. Maybe. Not really. Hmm...
It makes me so mad when people say that medicines have NOTHING to do with weight gain/weight loss. I'd like to stuff all my pills in their mouths, punch them in the bladder/uterus/heart/spine so they can be in pain as well, and see how easy it is to lose the weight. This all ties back to the mean people at Casa Blanca. How about you don't make fun of my weight when I'm in earshot? Common courtesy. Wait until I leave.
Okay. Rant over. So, admittedly, it wasn't the greatest November. But I'm hopeful. Things will get better. Not all people are mean. And hopefully not all finals will be difficult (hahaha yea right). Anyway, happy week after Thanksgiving. Eat a lot of leftover turkey sandwiches. And throw away a lot of leftover cranberry sauce.
1. With my dad, stepmom (Janice), Claire (half-sister), & 2 brothers. It's always a little more rough on me because they expect you to dress up, or at least not wear pajamas. And lately sweat pants are all I've been wearing because they don't put as much pressure on my lower abdomen. It was kind of nice to have an excuse to force me to wear real clothes and actually put on makeup, though.
Anyway, it was fun. Their cat is finally turning nice. And Claire is at the age where she can have real conversations, but she's still young enough that everything she says is cute. I've been wondering when she'd figure out that we're not "whole sisters" but just half sisters. She asked me about it nonchalantly as she was playing her DSi. She's going to be so much smarter than I am when she's my age.
2. With my mom & 2 brothers, the day after Thanksgiving. I brought my cat, Samson, over to hang out at mom's. He was not pleased. He's okay with mom's 2 little dogs (Bear and Molly), but my brother brought his 2 big dogs (Chewie and Nox) over, too. Samson hissed and fussed at one of his dogs, then hid under the bed. But after the big dogs left, he came out of hiding. He even gave Bear a kiss! It was sweet.
Mom's turkey was really good. I liked it better than any other turkey I've had, I think. But my brother kept telling EVERYONE that I didn't like it? It's a strange thing to lie about.
I always like any time I get to spend with mom. But she was feeling kind of under the weather because of the weather. And then the cellulitis on her legs flared up some.
3. With my boyfriend's parents. I couldn't go :(. Dad was serving dinner at 3 or 4 and Trey's parents said 2 or 3, but it ended up being 3:30. So it was impossible to go to both. It's hard to handle all these different Thanksgivings when you're an unmarried couple. When you're married, you're expected to go to dinners together and go from Thanksgiving to Thanksgiving together and no one makes a fuss about it. So whenever I hear married people complain about it, it makes me sad. At least you get to be with your significant other on Thanksgiving, and no one gives you grief if you have to go over to his parents house. People tend to plan around you more. You're one item instead of two separate ones. So... pish posh.
4. With my mom's side of the family. We had dinner at Casa Blanca a few days after Thanksgiving because everyone was probably all turkeyed-out. It was fun, but I wish it had lasted longer. And I couldn't really hear anything anyone said, so I probably missed about half of what my cousins were saying. I'm really glad Christmas will be my cousin Laura's house so we can actually have more time to hang out. It's something great to look forward to! :)
Also, it seemed like ALL OF BOB JONES CLASS OF 2008 was at Casa Blanca. And I heard some of them saying not so nice things about me. Just one table in particular. It was like listening to 14 year olds babble meanly and nonsensically before calling their mommies to pick them up because they can't drive yet. It kind of put a damper on the evening. I might have cried. A lot.
Overall, Thanksgiving (which for me was Thursday - Saturday night) was good. Spending time with my mom cancels out anything bad that happened. My group from my Shakespeare class filmed a scene in a graveyard somewhere in that time span. That's GPA dedication.
Another good thing that happened is that Samson the cat LOVED the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv.
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Finals are coming up! It turns out I actually DO have a final the day of my neurosurgeon appointment, so I have to take that some other time. Tomorrow marks one week until the appointment. I'm too tired to really worry about it anymore. Plus, my Gramma had bone spurs removed from her spine and she handled it like a champ. If she can handle something that bad and painful with only a few complaints, then I can handle possible narrowing of the central spinal canal. I'll have to reach down deep instead and pull out my inner Gretchen Tanner. She's amazing.
I have half a final tomorrow, or something like that. Linguistics testing is confusing.
The bladder situation has gotten worse. And I can't stop shaking. I can't shake the shakes (ha! get it?). I also have an allergic reaction rash, and I don't know what caused it. I'm thinking it's the new hormones. I hope I don't have to go on different ones again. We'll see.
I take Gabapentin for organ spasms and I tried to stop taking it cold turkey because I was unsure if it was doing anything. And it's 2 pills 3 times a day (meaning 6 a day), which is a lot. It turns out that it causes bad withdrawal symptoms and you're supposed to taper off of it for multiple months. So I had a rough night last night. Needless to say, I'm back on it.
When I was googling around to see if the lack of Gabapentin was why my body was freaking out, I found that a lot of people reported weight gain and trouble getting the weight off with that medicine. It made me feel a little better about the trouble with that I've been having. When you're on hormones, corticosteroids, and anti-convulsion medicines, and you hurt a lot on a consistent basis, things aren't as easy. Don't tell me it's just a matter of calories in/calories out. That makes me so mad. I did that for months. I lost a little weight. As in, way less than I should've lost considering the calories in/out. I checked my calculations and measurements over and over and over. Like, I'd wake up in the middle of the night worrying about it. I was really good about it.
And then? The doctor changed my hormone therapy for a different hormone therapy. I didn't change my eating/exercise routine (that, as I said, made me lose a little) in any way, and I gained weight. So, how does your in/out theory explain that? Don't tell me it's water weight, because my body's problem is that it doesn't retain water. Read up on diseases a little. I'm working on it. I feel like I need to wear a shirt that says, "Don't make fun of me; I'm working on it." Or "Quit staring; you may get sick one day and gain a lot of weight. And I will find you and laugh at you."
Okay just kidding with the laughing. Maybe. Not really. Hmm...
It makes me so mad when people say that medicines have NOTHING to do with weight gain/weight loss. I'd like to stuff all my pills in their mouths, punch them in the bladder/uterus/heart/spine so they can be in pain as well, and see how easy it is to lose the weight. This all ties back to the mean people at Casa Blanca. How about you don't make fun of my weight when I'm in earshot? Common courtesy. Wait until I leave.
Okay. Rant over. So, admittedly, it wasn't the greatest November. But I'm hopeful. Things will get better. Not all people are mean. And hopefully not all finals will be difficult (hahaha yea right). Anyway, happy week after Thanksgiving. Eat a lot of leftover turkey sandwiches. And throw away a lot of leftover cranberry sauce.