Have you ever taken a look at the little people you helped bring into the world and wonder, "How did I contribute to this?" A often gives me laughs, but the last little bit has been especially hilarious. The other morning while getting on her mitts and boots she was talking, to no one in particular, just anyone who would listen, and I hear her say, "We should really paint my face green so everyone knows I'm an alien." To which I obviously respond, "Maybe tomorrow babe, if you're still an alien." and the morning continued as if everything were normal, except I now knew I had an alien in my midst. Yesterday she all of a sudden realized that somehow Santa was going to have to find out that she would be at Gramma's house instead of our house. Complete panic set in and she was coming up with all kinds of options, like flying back home real quick on Christmas morning then back out to Gramma's as soon as we got our presents. I assured her all would be fine as parents have Santa's phone number and I had already told him we would be at Gramma's. I found out tonight that she is now spreading the word that I am a wizard....huh? Yep a wizard, cuz only wizards have Santa's phone number.
All right, now to the doctor. I finally went for my yearly physical, which in this case was my 6 year physical. I told my dr. about some of the problems I've had recently and he sent me for a bunch of tests:
- ultrasound - which I wasn't too concerned about
- blood tests for everything including diabetes, cholesterol, iron deficiency - which I was sure would all come back poor
- a 24-hr blood pressure monitor - which I wasn't concerned about as I was fairly sure I just had "white-coat syndrome"
- a visit to the headache clinic - which kinda made me laugh. I have to go because I asked my dr. to refill the prescription I got from a walk-in clinic for some great drugs that have been helping my migraines. The conversation went like this:
Him: "Where did you get that prescription?!"
Me: "The walk-in clinic, when I thought I was gonna die and you were on vacation."
Him: "Did the dr. there ask you about any medications you were on?!"
Me: "Come to think of it, no, he just gave me two shots and a prescription. Didn't ask my history at all."
Him: mumbling incoherently in is Irish brogue, I vaguely recognized the term jackass, "You CANNOT take that drug any more! It interacts with the other medication you're on! "
Me: "How bad can it be?"
Him: "It can raise your body temperature quickly and cause you to have a seizure, or die. It's the same reaction that happens when you take ecstasy."
Me: "Oh. Damn."
I still haven't gotten in to the headache clinic, so who knows what will happen with that. I went for my blood work and crazy enough - everything is completely normal! Nothing wrong with anything. The blood pressure monitor was another thing. The nurse told me that at one point during my work night my BP hit 174/110, apparently this is unacceptable. I came out of the hospital and called my mommy, cuz that's what I do when I'm stressed. I totally broke down and started crying. She helped me feel better as she always does and the next day I talked to Dr. C. He actually told me to relax and wait until he got the full results. He called today but I was sleeping, I'll call him back tomorrow and go chat now that he's had the chance to look at the results. In the meantime I've started reading the sodium content on labels along with the fat and sugar content.
On Tuesday, November 23 at 11:00 MST the temperature at Springbank Airport reached -33 degrees celsius, making our area the second coldest place ON THE PLANET!! The only place colder was the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station in ANTARCTICA!! And yes, that was without windchill, the news reported several times throughout the day that with windchill the emperature reached -47 degrees. That hurt. Things are warming up now, thank goodness. Keep warm everyone!
