Today I decided that I needed a new attitude, a positive one and in the main I did very well.
Christmas and New Year went and even though I say it myself, I cooked a lovely Christmas dinner for 6 big ones and two little ones and we all got through the day unscathed. Life went rather down hill after that with a nasty flu/cold thing that ended up in my sinuses so I bothered my GP for some antibiotics in the end which do appear to be working finally.
Back to school for my beauty last Thursday and then her 8th birthday on Friday, party on Saturday. She was to say the least very excited! I was feeling very poorly but with her Dad now living locally, a quick call and he came to my aid.
When I saw the GP last week I asked for a print out of all my recent blood tests. I discovered that my T3 is pretty high which deters any thyroid tissue from regrowing but this is probably contributing to my feeling pants.
Yesterday I saw Mr Lovely (his charm is fading as time goes by - still lovely but he's not fixing me up as quickly as I'd like). He thought my blood tests were good, I said I thought not, he said we would not mess about at the moment with levels but try to find out why I feel so pants. So hundreds of blood tests and a chest xray later and me and my hospital companion are off and away in an hour for all three departments for lunch - very efficient.
I decided that my shortness of breath could well be anxiety related and having successfully cycled into town yesterday evening to see Shelock at the cinema without feeling any worse or short of breath, I decided to try some hot yoga this morning.
I am very pleased with myself - I did three quarters of a 45 minute session and only had to sit down once. Getting back into exercise and routine is the best cure for anything I reckon.
On another matter I am not very pleased with myself. My beauty has been complaining for a while that she couldn't read things that were far away that I could and I thought she was messing around. Finally though, to soothe her, I booked an opticians appointment. That took up most of after school today, an hour and a half to be precise. Turns out she is long sighted and because her eyes have been working so hard to compensate it initially appeared that she was short sighted. Thankfully the ophthalmologist was thorough though and decided the best way to be sure was to put in the drops that dilate the pupils, then she could have a look with her light.
Whilst we waited for the drops to work we went and sat back in the waiting room for about 15 minutes. I was reflecting on the fact that as a parent I hoped that she would have perfect health and functioning. But no, it would appear that she has inherited my eye sight and toes that bend up in the middle much to her dismay. This only made me wonder about the cancer of course - I know nothing is certain one way or another in life but I do feel a bit sad about it all.
Hmmmm, not a very cheery moment there.
Sculpture wise, my hands survived their first firing and are looking good. Decided I need to make a plinth for them so that they are safe. So plan in mind and woodwork skills being put to the test. I so love the sculpture, I could think about it all the time, research it, test things out....
One thing I have been so grateful about is that I am not going back to work. I realise now the last job drained the life out of me and I am so thankful to be blessed with the current security I have.
Praise God!
So there we are, a brief update, though it probably seems rather unbrief!
I'll be back soon, got another appointment on 26th Jan with Mr Lovely!
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