The Weekend

Hey all, hope you had a great weekend. Mine was truckloads and truckloads and truckloads of fun! (sort of) See, Saturday had totally promised me that it was going to be a good one, seeing as my mama was coming to visit for the day since my dad had meetings in downtown SLC all day, but my body was acting no bueno. We had just barely gotten to the mall when I started to feel icky. My mom found me sitting on the ground (and I did not get there easily – much staggering and oh I don’t feel good moooooaaaaans were involved) amongst the cheap jewelry and headband display. So anyway we decided at that time I was about ready for a snack, but the milkshake offered no pass-outey relief.

I felt horrible on and off all day, even when I took Cade to his best-friend/cousin Mace’s bday party (you can read about it here) but finally closer to the evening when I knew I wouldn’t be around anybody in public to make an utter fool of myself, and also Brandon was home to make sure I didn’t try (again) to go on a walk in the neighborhood at midnight in my underwear AND ASK HIS BROTHER TO GO WITH ME (hallucinations around mere acquaintances - and also brother-in-laws - isn’t a good idea) I took a Fennegren (the Hallucination Maker) to knock out the nausea. It did, quite nicely, and I felt okay yesterday (Sunday) but that was probably mainly due to the fact I didn’t use the tube feed the night before. Reflux/nausea/yuckytomytummies suck. But never fear, I used it last night, so my body’s alllllll good and nourished and stuff. I hope I don’t feel gross today, too.

Yesterday was fab, too. It got up to 72 degrees, and my body rejoiced because it was in desperate need of some Vit D. All my sissies and I and our kids traipsed to the park and we let them play all day for hours. I even fancy that I may have gotten a little tan, which is great, because I have olive skin, which means it has a yellow undertone, which makes it look like I may or may not have some liver problemos, especially when I get suuuuper sick and pasty, like I have recently. Anyway having failing livers has never been at the top of my list, so I’m totally phewing from the color. Cade got a little color on his cheeks, and Whitney, once again, looks like a lobster. Go White-Skinned Whit!

This week is also going to be better because I only have two doctors’ appointments instead of the four or five I’ve been having in the weeks prior. It makes me feel – dare I say it – normal? Nah, not normal (I wish!) but, like, not quite so freakish. Brandon reminded me the other day that he hasn’t even gone to the doctor since that one time literally like 4 years ago, and it was no big deal, and he reminds me that I was the one who made him go, blah blah blab blab. (And that’s all true.) It’s so weird living with somebody so healthy. Going to the doctor as often as you have a high school reunion? How weeeeiiiird – but super awesome - would that be? I’ll tell you what; I’ll go to the doctor next to never when fat little piggy’s sprout wings and fly. I have a faulty bod, and most of it has been my own doing, and I have to deal with that, pay the doctor enough in my co-pays to make his house payment every month, and be okay with it, you know?

Hope ya’ll have a sweet Monday, too. I’m working for a few hours then - can you guess it? - heading off to the doctor. Le sigh. ;)