Ding dog the witch is dead, which old witch my thyroid bitch. (Sorry mom, I couldn’t resist the rhyme.). That’s right peeps after months of hyperthyroid hell, radioactive iodine and all the fun Graves could serve me, it’s done. I’ve been waiting for this day since last summer when my hyperthyroidism was discovered. For months, particularly the last two, I’ve felt like my mind and body were on a run away train. In fact, for much of December and most of January, I ran a fever and was far too often tachycardic. I even had to miss some of Goalielocks’ games because it would be too much of a load for my heart. (My doc was proud of me for actually recognizing the risk and avoiding it.)
Throughout my hyperthyroidism, I have been unable to workout. As someone who was teaching Zumba, running and practicing yoga all the time, the lifestyle change was unbearable. I look forward most to resuming my active lifestyle. I’ll be easing back into it, so as to not hurt myself or imperil my tendon’s healing. I’ve found that since my thyroid flipped from hyper to hypo that my joints and muscles are quite achy and sore. My doc assured me that the pain will go away as my thyroid balances out on the medication.
When my doctor told me this morning that my thyroid had finally flipped and the radiation worked, I could have kissed her. A fact, I was not shy in sharing with her. When she cleared me for activity, I was even happier. I think I left their office skipping with an ear to ear grin. I started the synthetic thyroid hormones today and with it another chapter in the fight against Graves. My doc has laid out a clear and concise treatment plan, which won’t be without bumps, but in the end will get me back to normal. I’m happy knowing that I’m on the road to normalcy with the worst behind me.
Naturally, when I got home from work I ate my dinner, let it rest and got on the treadmill. I promised myself that I’d start slow and I did. I put on my AirPods and ran. The first mile was not easy. My knees were quite stiff and unforgiving, but they to settled in as time went on. It felt absolutely liberating to jog/run again. I warmed up for three minutes then ran for ten, walked for two, ran for ten and then cooled down. When it was all said and done, I had run two miles. The last mile kicked my arse, but it felt so good to be back at it. I complimented my run with a 25 minute yoga session focusing on stretching the legs.
After a not so super bowl, it’s been a brutal forty-eight hours. Seriously, could there have been a more boring game? I’d go over some highlights, but the only one I can think of is not having to use Melatonin Sunday night because the game put me to sleep. Unfortunately, we learned during the game that the hubby’s cousin was seriously injured in a snowmobile accident. She’s presently recovering in ICU at the University of Minnesota, please keep her and our family in your prayers.
Yesterday while I was on a conference call, Goalielocks started screaming. Fifteen year olds usually don’t scream for S&G, so I was concerned. I quickly ran out and found him with our eldest and beloved dog Maya. Maya was coughing up blood and Goalielocks was hysterical. After calming both of them down, I returned to my call and the hubby called the vet from the job.
We were able to get her into the vet late yesterday afternoon. My Hubby came home early, so he and Goalielocks were able to take her and I could keep working. No sooner had they left when Athena began crying and howling. She had spent her day cuddled next to Maya’s side. Athena loves her sister and is very protective of her. Literally, she cried the entire time they were gone.
The vet appointment took a long time, so I had to pick up my Mayor from the bus stop. I had him take Athena out, but she would only pull him to the front yard and not do her business. She was too preoccupied with Maya not being there. In fact, she broke out of the garage. Instead of running freely and as quickly as possible as she usually would, she stopped in the driveway again looking for her sister.
Unfortunately, the doctors found a mass in her lungs that they think is lung cancer. We are devastated. Maya is our first dog and has been a member of our family for almost ten years. Truly, she is an integral part of our family. The boys took it really hard. Goalielocks spent the night laying next to her making Maya was comfortable. The next steps are for Maya to go in for an ultrasound and some additional diagnostic testing. We’re hoping to do this in the next week or two. Meanwhile, I ordered every CBD treat and treatment I could find for dogs. I’m anxious to see how our doggies enjoy the peanut butter turmeric CBD treats we bought her. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Saturday I took the Mayor to get a haircut. As he gets older, he is looking more and more like Jake. They truly could be twins separated by a mere seven years. More than that, he just looks old. He’s not my baby anymore. Sunday afternoon he had two games, which were fun to watch. It’s always nice to be at the rink ad with our hockey family. Plus, it wouldn’t be Super Bowl Sunday if we didn’t have a late afternoon hockey game. More to come on Sundays games and bad hockey parent behavior in a future post.
Meanwhile, in Minny my parents survived the brutal cold that is January in Minnesota. They’re presently looking forward to more accumulating snow as the week wears on. I have to tell you, I don’t miss it at all. Nevertheless, I’m relieved that my family is all safe and warm and wasn’t impacted by any of the energy outages experienced during the brutal cold.
I’m off to practice a little yoga and read a little Proust before heading to bed. Please keep our family in your prayers.
Our Panthers’ left Chicago late yesterday as champions. I guess the winter storm, which was initially cumbersome was a harbinger of our team’s success. By Sunday the roads were nice and dry for our two games out in Geneva. The rink was a beautiful facility with a great bar (thank you Chelios Pub and Grill,) but was quite far from civilization. It took an arduous forty-five minutes to get there the first night on questionable roads. The commutes Sunday and Monday were better, but still long. Thankfully, our games took place after the storm had stop and the roads were largely cleared.
Goalielocks played both games Saturday against local teams. I was happy to have remembered my beta blockers for the game. He played awesome game 1 and so did his team. They came away with a 6-1 victory. Fortunately, the victory was even sweeter for me. I was blessed to be able to watch the game with my dearest friend Jenny and her kids, who are Chicagoland residents. They’re awesome people and clearly good luck. It was quickly agreed upon that they would need to be present at the rest of the games as our good luck charm.
In between games some of the kids opted for White Castle. We, however, opted for something with less of a laxative effect. Surprisingly, our hotel had a fabulous restaurant downstairs. Goalielocks scarfed down a burger, while I enjoyed their yummy chili. This was also the day I discovered the awesomeness of Adidas joggers and their zipper pockets. Immediately, after dinner and the conclusion of the Rams/Saints game, Goalielocks and I headed to Dick’s in hope of finding another pair of joggers. I had given up hope, when Goalielocks discovered a pocket of fancier Adidas at the back of the store. They had more joggers! I quickly bought a nice pair in black and we headed back to the hotel to prepare for game two.
John, TK, Goalielocks headed back to the rink for game two. John and I immediately headed to the bar, so we could grab a quick drink before the game and watch the Chiefs/Patriots game. Sunday night it was Stella Cidre instead of beta blockers. The cider was quite yummy.
Unlike the morning game, game two on Sunday got off to a much slower and arduous start. We simply didn’t look good. There weren’t many shots against either goalie in that game with my goalie seeing around 12-15 shots. Our opponents scored late in the first on a deflection to make it a 1-0 game. Throughout the second and third period, Goalielocks made some huge saves to keep the team in it. Unfortunately, it was looking like we were going to end up in the consolation game. Then we got to less than 5:00 minutes left in the third. After the referee gave their player a major penalty, we ended up on the power play. In short order, our squad put in three goals. Where was this the rest of the game? It was an awesome end to a solid day of hockey for the team. The best part of course was the post game celebration as they realized they were championship bound.
We ended our evening and started our Monday morning at the Ale House where it took twice as long to get our bill as it did to get our food. I don’t for the life of me understand restaurants that won’t let teams order by jersey number. They always insist it’s easier to do it their way. Ultimately, they find that their way wasn’t the best way. At 1:00 am in the morning it’s a bit aggravating to watch them enter and re-enter food trying to figure out what check the meal should be on. We didn’t get back to the hotel until after 1:00 and were absolutely fried.
I got up for breakfast, but Goalielocks was fried so he stayed in bed. They had amazing pancakes with white chocolate cream sauce and berries that had become his favorite. Fortunately, the restaurant was able to make and pack up his meal as I finished mine. By the time I returned from breakfast, Goalielocks was up and ready to eat. We didn’t have a ton of time, so I finished packing while he ate.
By 12:00 pm we were back at the rink for the 1:20 pm championship game. We booked our flight out of O’Hare for 5:00 pm, so I knew it was going to be tight getting out there. We were also meeting the hubby and my Mayor in Atlanta, so rescheduling was really out of the question. Especially since I had my hubby’s truck keys. The game itself was a complete gong show. The other team started head hunting early and we fed into it. By the end of the second period, more than an hour had elapsed. Our games Sunday were relatively clean and quick. This one was not. In the end, we had to leave early in order to get to O’Hare on time. Fortunately, we were able to beat the team we lost to on Saturday night, so our squad left Chicago as champions!
We raced to the airport literally and figuratively. Fortunately, the lines at security were not too bad. We ended up having to wait longer for the shuttle from the rental car center than for TSA. By the time we got to our gate, our flight was starting to board. It was complete relief once we made it on board. I texted the hubby our food order from the plane, since he’d be landing in Atlanta about an hour before us.
We finally started to push back and then we sat. Apparently, the tarmac was a bit icy, so our bird slid a bit out of position. Consequently, we had to wait for the ground crew to come back and push us out further. This was a first for us as travelers. As a result, we ended up with a ten minute delay, which wasn’t bad. Our flight was quick and fun. Goalielocks and I enjoyed dipping our Biscoff cookies in our drinks (coffee with Bailey’s and coke respectively) and playing a word puzzle game on my phone. The landing into Atlanta was hard and we took a bounce, but the flight was otherwise uneventful.
Thankfully, I had upgraded to comfort seats, so we were just behind first class. If we had been at the back of the plane, we may have had issues making our connecting flight. Our plane from Chicago arrived at gate C26 and our flight to Fort Lauderdale was departing from A2. We booked (don’t worry I didn’t run) as fast as we could through the C terminal and to the tram. After the tram, we were dodging obliviots that kept stopping in the walk-way to get to our gate quickly. It was well worth the effort as we were rewarded with familiar faces and some grub.
The flight from ATL to Fort Lauderdale is pretty quick and was uneventful. We were relieved that all of our luggage arrived in one piece quickly after we had gotten off the plane. After a forty minute drive, we were home. It felt amazing to sleep in my own bed. Meanwhile, Chicago got hit by freezing rain today with over 800 flights cancelled. We’re glad to be home and in the warmth. Overall, our weekend was amazing and one that we’ll always look back on fondly!
No sooner had I left the office Monday night, then it was New Years day and back to work. Like right back to work. It felt more like an abbreviated weekend than a holiday, but we made the best of it. New Years Eve we headed to my brothers for snacks, games and of course champagne. We even snuck in some shots of Salmiakki. My mom made some pickle rolls ups, aka Minnesota Sushi, which brought back some great memories of the holidays of my youth. I haven’t had them since we moved south of the Mason Dixon thirteen years ago! We rushed home after midnight, so as to try to beat the traffic.
The next morning we were going to head down to Fort Lauderdale for brunch, but that ended up being moved to Boca. This made is a lot easier for us although I love Fort Lauderdale. My sister-in-law Brandi and her cooking partner Phil made yet again an amazing meal. They always partner up on Thanksgiving to make a fantastic dinner, so getting to enjoy twice this year was quite nice. Fortunately, I didn’t include anything about food in my New Year’s resolutions or I would have broken all of them at brunch!
After brunch, we headed out to South County Park in Boca to go jet skiing. There is a nice lake behind the amphitheater that is deceivingly large. There’s not a ton of room by the docks, which keeps it from getting too crowded. Fortunately, the weather was absolutely sublime lows 80s and some cloud cover to keep it cool.
Our younger two, Goalielocks and the Mayor, were hooked after their first rides. Once they got on, they didn’t want to get off the jet skis. Eventually, they had to get off so other people could ride, but they were keen to get back on the water. Fortunately, both Grandma and Grandpa got a chance to ride the jet skis. Both of the boys got to drive the jet skis, which they absolutely loved. Goalielocks is a little more sensible, while the Mayor’s driving style can only be described as “balls to the wall.” I can already sense how much fun we’re going to have teaching him to drive.
After several hours of jet skis and Cornhole, we headed home to get ready for our inevitable return to work on Wednesday. Shortly thereafter, the Mayor convinced my husband to make Caribbean jerk chicken with black beans and rice. The kid ate two full plates. Unquestionably, he has a hollow leg – or so we thought.
He left dinner to take a shower having been on the lake all day. After about fifteen minutes, he came back out to the family room and announced “I threw up all over the bathroom and I missed both the sink and the toilet.” Now that my friends takes talent. Immediately, the hubby and I got up to check him out. He insisted he was fine having thrown up only because he ate too much too fast with too much milk.
After making sure he was fine, we headed to the bathroom. His assessment was spot on. He had in fact thrown up all over our bathroom effectively missing both the toilet and the sink. I’m not quite sure what happened, but I was relieved he missed the rugs and the dirty clothes he left strewn about the floor. Thankfully, he was okay and not harboring some insidious stomach bug. Since I wasn’t feeling well, he cleaned up the projectile mess. He’s the real hero!
And just like that in the blink of an eye, we went to bed and got up for work like nothing had changed……. Our Tuesday holiday was quickly over and it was back to reality.
It’s resolution time again my friends. I can hardly believe that a year has past since I last typed out some idealistic, but achievable resolutions. When I look back on last year’s post, Resolution Time, I had some great goals. Unfortunately, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I did make some of the 5:30 am classes at Burn and they were fabulous, but I only managed to run one 5k. Moreover, I didn’t do well, which was disappointing.
Unfortunately, the pain in my left ankle ended up being more serious than tendonitis and tenosynovitis. I tore the tendon, posterior tibial tendon, where it meets the bone in my foot. That diagnosis and associated pain effectively ended my running career in 2018. As I wrote a couple of days ago, https://flhockeymomfit.com/dignity-in-aging/ , the tear in my tendon was compounded by newly discovered thyroid problems. Oh joy! There went my fitness goals for 2018.
I was relegated to the pool with my cast cover (affectionately called my cast condom) and my new Aquajogger belt instead of hitting the gym at 5:30 am and logging some serious mileage running. I totally fit in with the snow bird crowd. My only outlet was swimming or jogging in the pool. If I’m being honest, I totally suck at both swimming and aqua jogging. Nonetheless, I found a way to stay active while my tendon had me sidelined.
Sadly, I was prohibited from doing cardio once the severity of my thyroid issue was understood. Can I tell you that it’s been pure torture? I’m using to teaching Zumba four times a week plus running 20-25 miles during the week. The inability to do cardio is driving me crazy. Eventually I bought a nice new bike. My doc said I could ride it if I could do so non-aggressively. As it turns out, I’m not really capable of doing that on a road bike. Thus I’m resigned to riding the stationery bike.
As for travel, I had a fabulous year. I started the year with a trip to Chicago in January with the Mayor and Goalielocks. In February, Goalielocks and I headed to Massachusetts/New Hampshire for a tournament. That trip was a bit of a mess with Goalielocks’ injury. Nevertheless, we had a great time exploring the area before he got hurt. In March, we spent spring break in the Bahamas with our awesome extended family. April brought an amazing momcation trip to Turks & Caicos. The trip was absolutely spectacular. Finally, we hopped the pond to explore Sweden, Finland and Denmark in late October. I can’t wait to go back!
Lastly, I was able to take on responsibilities with the Broward/Palm Beach PanCan affiliate. This was my first year serving as team and individual development chair for PurpleStride. It was absolutely rewarding to be a member of the team! Goalielocks attended many of the meeting with me and volunteered with me at the event as well. This was one of my 2018 resolutions that I was not willing to break. Excitedly, we exceeded our fundraising goal for the event!
Last year was difficult, but wonderful. I lost a dear colleague in September, which was very hard. My family and I experienced some serious health issues throughout the year. Fortunately, 2019 will bring a resolution to my thyroid woes. I’m looking forward to a fruitful year in which I can get back to doing the things I love and feeling like myself. Honestly, I’ve been craving a run. If you asked me five years ago if I enjoyed running, I would have laughed at you. And now, I crave it. Life is so odd.
Here are my resolutions for 2019:
Be patient in my recovery. I’m not a patient person, but given the risks I’ve been compliant with my doctor’s no-cardio/take it easy orders. Needless to say, I’ll behave.
Focus on getting stronger – more weights/more days in the gym.
Explore the world – nothing feeds the soul more than exploring the globe with the people you love!
Run a 5K and not suck at it.
Involvement with PanCan
Eat to perform
I saw some great memes this week on new years resolutions. For example, people will pack the gym (like sardines) for the next 3 weeks only for it to be empty by February. While I didn’t meet a lot of my goals for 2018 as set forth in my resolutions, I also have to acknowledge that much of it was outside my control. So this year, if you find yourself unexpectedly out of commission and unable to meet your goals, be kind to yourself.
There’s no dignity in aging that is for damn sure. Along with radiation, isolation this pretty much describes the last couple months of my life. You may recall that I tore my tendon last summer while running. It was a complete buzz kill and put me on a boot and scooter for ten weeks. The injury, a tear in the posterior tibial tendon, was a surgical injury. Unfortunately, in my pre-op blood work they found that my thyroid had gone rogue. I went back two weeks later to ensure it wasn’t an anomaly and sadly it was not.
Now I was sidelined with a torn tendon and a rogue thyroid. I guess they weren’t lying when they said there’s no dignity in aging. Since my thyroid was hyperactive, I was no longer a candidate for surgery, so I opted for the controversial and expensive stem cells injection. Further complicating matters it the fact that our tendons ability to heal is heavily influence by the thyroid. Thus its unlikely that I’ll see a full recovery in the tendon until my thyroid has stabilized. #winning Nonetheless, between the torn tendon and the hyperthyroidism, I’ve been unable to do cardio since late July. It’s been quite the adjustment both mentally and physically.
My visit to the the endo was pretty straightforward. We were both confident that was the culprit behind my hyperthyroidism given that Graves Disease runs in my family. She did stress that I was lucky to have found the disease early as it progresses quite rapidly. Moreover, she laid out a plan of action to confirm our suspicions: more blood work and a thyroid scan and uptake test. If the diagnosis was confirmed, we proceed immediately to RAI (a.k.a. radioactive iodine) treatment. The nice thing about my endo is that she does’t make me come in to get test results or discuss next steps. Naturally, I have my appointments, but it’s nice not having to go into the office each step of the way.
Once my blood work came back abnormal the second time, my GP referred me out to an endocrinologist. Apparently, in South Florida they’re in very high demand. I initially made my appointment in early August for late October. I was none to pleased with that timeline. Fortunately, an appointment opened up in early September.
In late October, after more blood work and thyroid scan/uptake test, she called to confirmed that our initial suspicions were correct. It was Graves Disease, an autoimmune disorder that attacks the thyroid gland causing it to be hyperactive. My next step would be the RAI treatment. Fortunately, I was still able to go overseas and enjoy all that Sweden, Finland and Denmark have to offer before completing the RAI treatment. Admittedly, I was far from 100% during the trip, but I still had the most amazing time. (I’ll be sharing more from the trip in the coming days.)
Once I was back on the continent, the appointment was set and my family I prepared for the three days I’d spend in complete isolation. (Fellow moms, I know what you’re thinking – complete silence and alone time= complete gift. You’re not wrong.) This was also the run up to the Purple Stride event and I was serving as Chair for team and personal development for the first time. We had to buy a lot of disposable plates and silverware, since my dishes couldn’t co-mingle with the family’s dishes. I also bought a lot of cough drops and throat spray as throat pain is one of side effects of the treatment.
Early November 19th, I headed over to DCA where they’d administer the RA-131. By this time, I was anxious to get it over with and get back to normal. They called me back and then there was a problem. When they called to schedule, they neglected to tell me that a negative pregnancy test had to be on file. At this point, I was quite aggravated and not willing to move my appointment. It was, after all, their mistake.
Fortunately, I was able to negotiate a compromise with the tech and radiologist. I quickly left DCA and headed to CVS where I bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I hurried back to DCA, took the test, handed it to the tech and got my RAI. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of the mini-keg the pill came in. I did have some trepidations as the tech handled the keg with thick lead gloves as she pulled the pill out of a thick glass test tube from within the keg.
The following days were quite uneventful. I worked from home effectively only missing conference calls since my throat hurt and my voice was weak. I binged watch all of the shows and movies I can’t ordinarily enjoy in a house of boys. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that my neck didn’t glow. I had grandiose plans of making a video of me singing radioactive with a glowing neck, but alas that couldn’t happen. Since the boys were off that week, they took times dropping off water and food to my room. By the end of the three days, I was ready to see civilization again.
As I mentioned, the boys were all home from school that week. You would think that while I was in insolation things like the dishes, sweeping, and putting away clothes would have been taken care of, but alas they were not. No sooner had I left my isolation than I was already willing to go back into it.
It’s been almost six weeks since the RAI and my thyroid should be slowing down by now. However, my thyroid, as mentioned before has gone rogue. It is now more hyperactive than it was before. Needless to say, I’m quite disappointed. I cannot go back to working out until my thyroid is no longer hyperactive. So say a prayer that when I go back to my Endo in six weeks, my rogue thyroid has been reformed and on it’s way to being normal or hypo.
In the meantime, I’ll continue taking the beta blockers and trying to adhere to a sedentary lifestyle that’s miserable. The disease has made watching Goalielocks in net a bit perilous. Fortunately, the beta blockers keep my heart rate and rhythm from being totally ridiculous. Thankfully, the Mayor is a second year peewee and not in a checking league, so his games are still pretty relaxing for me. (You know I had to bring some hockey into it!). I’m utterly exhausted day in and day out, which is a major downside of the disease and the meds I’m on. Sleep is hard to come by when your thyroid is hyperactive. The beta blockers make it even more difficult. One thing is sure, when this is over and it will be soon, I’ll be quite grateful for good health and the ability to be active. I cannot wait to run again!
Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve actually had the time to post on back to back days. We had a busy day of hockey and hockey related activities. The morning started with the Mayor’s team fundraising at a Publix in Coconut Creek. Thanks to the store’s generous patrons, his squad raised over $800. Fortunately, he and the hubby were back in time to leave right way for Goalielock’s games.
Goalielock’s and his squad split the day dropping the first contest to the Hawks, but winning their second against the Toros. I had a blast in the box with Tonya and DB during the first game. Reunited and it felt so good! Unfortunately, during he warmups for game two Goalielock’s left leg slid out on him and he pulled his groin. Long story short, I walked out to hit the restroom pre-game and when I came back he was on the bench in a different jersey. It only took me almost the entire first period to figure it out. Needless to say, Goalielocks has been on solid regimen of ice for 20 and heat for 20 since he got home.
I’ve gotta give a shout to fellow hockey mom D. Green for the amazing ribbon she gave me. I freaking love it. It makes me wonder how the crafty gene skipped me entirely. Truly, I have not one crafty bone in my body. When I try to be crafty, it ends up looking like something you’d see on Netflix’s Nailed It. (love that show!) Nonetheless, since I don’t possess that skillset at all, I’m in awe of those who do it so well.
Between Goalielock’s game, the Mayor had a four hour clinic. We sent Goalielock’s to John’s house with the team, while we drove to Palm Beach to drop him off. After dropping him off, we headed over to meet the team for some grub. As for my Mayor, he’s completely exhausted after the craziness of his day. It’s not often that he puts himself to bed this early! Speaking of which, it’s time for me to head off to practice my Swedish, read a bit and head to bed.
There’s nothing I enjoy more than exploring the world with my family and friends. Last month, we were in the Bahamas for a fun and relaxing trip with family. This weekend the Hubby is headed West for an adult hockey tournament with Goalielocks, while the Mayor will head to Epcot with school. Jake will be working, which means I’ll have an entire Saturday to myself! (Say what!?!?!) If I didn’t have all these blisters on my feet from starting to run again, I’d probably go get a long over due pedicure. I’m just a little concerned about picking up an infection with the blisters, so I’ll probably go shoe shopping instead.
Before I get to my super Saturday, I have a 5K on Thursday night. It’s all about the preparation with these races, which means I’m facing an uphill battle. I’ve trained pretty steadily for the past two weeks, but it isn’t going to be sufficient to yield favorable results. My goal is to get back under 30 minutes, but I don’t think this will be that race. Nevertheless, it feels great to be running again. To be clear, it feels good after I’m done running not while I’m running.
Next weekend I’m headed to the islands for a well deserved momcation. I can’t wait to be on a beautiful island with incredible women and incredible beaches. Its been a hell of a first quarter and this is the perfect way to recharge my battery for the second quarter. Honestly, I cannot wait to disconnect for a few days while in the company of great people. Plus, you cannot beat the beaches in Turks and Caicos!
One of my goals has always been to travel more and see different places. The trips don’t have to be long, but just enough to get away for a bit and explore a new city. Consequently, I’ve been thinking that for the boys’ birthdays, it would be better to take them on a weekend getaway than buy them something. I love the idea of shared experiences over material goods. I’ll let you know how that goes. Lastly, Goalielocks hit the ice for the first time in earnest since his injury almost two months ago!
Happy Easter to the blogosphere. I don’t know about you guys, but I started my day with a sensible breakfast of eggs. While the breakfast of eggs part was true, the sensible not so much. Unless, of course, your breakfast of eggs was made up of Cadbury eggs.
Our egg/basket hunt was a bit disjointed as Jake had to leave for work before Goalielocks woke up. While we could have woken him up to hunt the hunt, it’s better to let sleeping beasts lie. Though shall not wake up a teenager unnecessarily. We’ve learned that lesson the hard way.
The boys enjoyed their baskets. Admittedly, they were quite simple, but we’re trying to move towards a less is more kind of lifestyle. Fortunately, I planned the candy but well so as to leave enough extra Cadbury Eggs for the hubby and I to enjoy.
For the majority of the day, we chilled at home binge watching the Trailer Park Boys. If you’ve never watched this show, you’re missing out. The show follows the unbelievable antics of three friends in a trailer park. Unfortunately, for these guys the park provides a pretty toxic environment.
We also made so progress on the remodel project we’re starting in our family room and kitchen. After some debate over paint colors, we narrowed it down to three choices. Consequently, we headed to Home Depot to get some samples. Afterwards, the Hubby painted the sample on to the wall in two areas, so we could make an intelligent case. Here are the colors? What are your thoughts?
Lastly, the Piggie and I got in a good four mile run this afternoon. Admittedly, neither my speed nor my endurance is where I’d like it to be heading into Thursday’s race. While I’d love to finish the corporate run (5K) below thirty minutes, I don’t think I’m there yet. Anyway, I’ll let you know how it goes on Friday.
This morning was all about karma at the doctor’s office. I finally had my appointment with my new doctor after my last doctor retired. I say finally because I had only rescheduled it three times. The waiting room was pleasantly near empty when I arrived, so I was hopeful my visit would be quick. I was wrong, but I digress.
So here’s the backstory to the karma. As our boys have grown up, we’ve always tried to take them to professionals from diverse backgrounds. Honesty, I didn’t want my boys to see people based on stereotypes they seen in the movies or the news. Moreover, it is important to me that my boys grow up being comfortable with a female doctor.
It’s all gone pretty. Well except the time I booked their physical appointments with the new pediatrician (female) in the office. Goalielocks and the Mayor we’re still quite young, but my oldest was in middle school and had just hit puberty.
The appointment started like any other appointment and then the doctor walked in. My boys were a bit taken back when a smoking hot, young blonde doctor walked into the room. Naturally, my oldest was mortified. If ever in a young boys life there was a time for this not to happen, this was the time. I felt horrible. Puberty and middle school are bad enough and then your mom takes you to a doctor that looks like she just took off her Victoria Secret Angel wings.
Which brings me to my karma at the doctor’s office….. As the new medical assistant took my vitals, she asked if I had any concerns. I said I did, I’m fat, old and tired. Okay, so I didn’t say it exactly like that, but you get my gist. She finished taking my medical history and said the doc would be in shortly.
As I waited, I worked my emails and IM at work to make productive use of my time. I heard ruffling of the feathers and was going it might now be my turn (60 minutes after my appointment time.). Indeed it was my turn, I prepared to introduce myself to my new doctor, who happens to be an older woman. Instead a young good looking and male medical student walks in and introduced himself. #fml
To be clear, the medical student did a great job and had good bedside manner, but none of that really mattered at that moment. Now in my head I’m scrambling because I definitely don’t want to tell this hot Med student that I’m fat, old and tired as it’s not a good look. At the same time, I wanted to be honest with my concerns, so I left out the old part. I decided since he has eyes, he probably already saw that I was tired and chunky.
The whole time I’m dying on the inside. It was so totally my karma for taking my newly post pubescent to a pediatrician that looked like a Victoria’s Secret angel. My Med student, who they wouldn’t let me take home, did a great job and will make a great doctor. However, I’m on the fence about my new doctor. I guess I’ll have to see how my follow up appointment goes next month.