I know I wrote in a few entries back about staying positive and focusing on the good, but sometimes the bad stuff is just more interesting to talk about, and certainly more interesting for you the reader. So as a tribute to you the small handful of folks who actually read this blog, I give you some humor around a not necessarily positive experience.
In celebration of Mothers’ Day, we went to the Phillies game. We had great seats, 8 rows off of third base. My 7 year old son was so excited to be seeing his first major league game. My daughter was not really that interested in going at first, but as soon as I told her about the Phillie Phanatic, she was in, and started referring to him as Mr. Pickle. Come to think of it, I probably could have just told her there would be cotton candy and she’d be good to go. My husband is a Braves fan, so he was looking forward to seeing his team play in person of course. We decided to go up early to watch batting practice and maybe get an autograph and just take in all that a ballpark has to offer.
Game time was 1:35. At around 12:45 the camera man comes out and is talking to some folks up front. I think to myself, if my outgoing 4 year old daughter can use her wily charms on the camera man, maybe she’ll get some footage on the big screen or even on TV. So I convince her to go down and talk to him.
She heads down on one side of the aisle that’s pretty crowded, so my husband calls out to her to come back up and go around the other side. Just then she does a 180 and splat – flat on her chin on the concrete steps. What few people were in the stands this early gasped and sort of froze. My husband and I remained seated, exchanged rolling eye glances then he slowly rose to scoop her up and get her some ice at the first aid station.. You see, my darling daughter is a major clutz and is constantly falling down, and she tends to be a little over-dramatic at times, so we naturally used our low-key response as a way to ensure she didn’t freak out over a little bump on her chin.
Little did I know that the little bump on her chin would require 3 stitches. Did you know that the emergency personnel at Citizen’s Bank Park are not equipped to put in sutures? What an outrage! The game hadn’t even started yet and we had to go get stitches? Unacceptable. Turns out with a clean laceration, you can wait up to 12+ hours to get stitched. So or course we stayed until the 6th inning when her bloodiness starting seeping through her bandaid, and I felt pretty confident no one at the Park was going to give us any special treatment as a result of this unfortunate accident. When the usher had asked us for our exact section and seat numbers, I thought for sure he was going to send the Phanatic over or maybe get us some freebies. Well, besides a little Phanatic figurine (Mr. Pickle) and 2 “First Game” certificates, we got nothing. My brother is convinced that if I call management and complain we’ll get free season tickets for life.
We headed to the ER and were brought to a room right away. True to form, she kept the ER nurses amused with her post-sedation antics. Slurred speech, seeing blue everywhere, trying to show them her “Robot Dance”, and just trying to move around on the bed, falling over and cracking her head on the bedrails. She was a laugh and a half.
I must say it was a really great experience. No tears at the hospital, lots of laughs, she’s got purple “chin hairs” to play with and I got my sushi for dinner after all. Happy Mother’s Day.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Mother May I
May is one of my favorite months of the year. The rain and cold give way to longer sunny days. I get to spend more time outside enjoying the weather. This is also around the time each year that I start to get serious about my diet and exercise regimen. The bathing suit season is right around the corner, and even though I can get away with not swimming at our health club with the kids for now, once the outdoor pool opens, I gotta get in and play.
So it's another infamous Sunday night. I've sent my husband out to Wawa for some Ben & Jerry's. I'll eat a pint tonight and get serious tomorrow.
What's been going on since January you ask? I've spent a few days at Disney with the family, gained 5 pounds, still not smoking, got some botox, made some new friends, ditched some other ones, tried not to spend money on things we don't need, been ice skating a few times, put the family cat to sleep, went to the Westminster Dog show with my father and my 2 kids, met my newborn nephew who lives in NJ, spent Easter at the beach, watched WAY too much television, spent too much time on my Macbook both working AND playing, turned 37, got a sunburn, got a Droid, laughed a lot, cried a little. Best of all I'm enjoying my life and not complaining.
Now I'm going to try and update at least once a week. I may just publish my weight and workouts, or I may have something clever or interesting to say. We'll have to wait and see.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Attention all my 30-something girlfriends
I have found the answer to the question I feel like so many of my friends and coworkers struggle with. "I'm doing cardio almost every day and I'm eating well. Why can't I lose any weight or see real results?"
Know what the answer is?
Wait for it . . .WEIGHT TRAINING.
I swear, it is most often the critical missing link to all of our workouts. I think of the 2 programs I've done in the past that have really TRANSFORMED my body. P90X and Body for Life. Both promote a balance of cardio and weight training with 6 sensible meals per day.
Don't be afraid of the weight, ladies. Muscle is your friend. The more muscle mass you build, the more efficiently your body burns fat. I know everyone is afraid of getting too bulky. Trust me, if you're doing just 20 minutes of challenging interval cardio just 3 days a week, eating 6 sensible meals per day packed with lean protein, whole grains, fruits and veggies, and lifting HEAVY weights 3 days per week - I promise you, you will NOT get bulky.
At first, you may actually GAIN some weight. I'm not talking double digits or anything, but typically, when I start a new weight training program, after slacking for months, I typically gain 3-4 pounds the first 1-2 weeks. You CANNOT let this discourage you. You are working hard to build a fat-burning body, and you will gain a few pounds at first. This is a GOOD thing.
If you continue with this routine, you can even take 1 day a week to relax the "diet" and eat the pizza, ice cream, doughnuts, chocolate - whatever your weakness is. It is so important to take advantage of this "cheat" day. It gives you the opportunity to not deprive yourself of your most guilty culinary pleasures. It's also a great mental milestone to help you get through the week. If on Monday you're craving the M&M's, just think to yourself, "I get to have some on my cheat day on Saturday". Knowing you can have them eventually, gives you the strength to avoid them on your 6 non-cheating days during the week.
So let's get into the weight training. You really should be trying to lift some actual weight - not 5 or 8 pounds, I'm talking 4 sets of 20-15-12-8 reps respectively and each set you should be really struggling on the last few reps - so make sure you've got 15's. 20's and even some 30's handy. And if you're feeling really adventurous, do a fifth set back at 20 reps with the weights you started with. I recommend working 2 body parts per session. Chest and triceps one day, Shoulders and back another day, biceps and legs a third day. Switch it up - change is good.
Your workouts with weights should last about 45 minutes total. You should perform 3-5 different exercises per body part and rest 60 seconds between reps and up to 2 minutes between sets.
Some other tips:
1) Take the time to work with a professional to learn different exercises with proper form
2) Drink water, drink water, drink water, drink water
3) Don't forget to eat. 6 small sensible meals every day (1200-1800 calories a day)
4) I love Myoplex Lite shakes as a meal replacement since I never have enough time to cook
5) I love www.myfooddiary.com to track my meals, exercise and body transformation progress
6) If you feel like you are starving, you probably are. Starving won't get you in shape.
7) You are worth 60 minutes a day!!
Stay tuned for progress on my transformation!
Bring on the MUSCLE!
Friday, January 1, 2010
It's OK in 2010
Buh-bye 2009. My immediate family had a great 2009. My hubby and I have jobs, the kids are doing well in school and everyone is relatively healthy. Many friends have new babies, new marriages, new pregnancies, new jobs, new schools - all very exciting and positive. Others are struggling - losing jobs, losing homes, getting divorced, being diagnosed and dying.
I've decided to make 2010 my year of love and positivity. I am going to do my best to stop complaining or focusing on what I don't have. I am going to love my kids more, love my husband more and love myself period. I will put my family first in all instances. The rest of the junk I obsess over - the hair, the body, the face, the clothes, the keeping up with the Jones's, etc. will all have to take a backseat.
I know I'm not the prettiest, the wealthiest, the skinniest, the wittiest, the most popular, the sexiest, the smartest, the most organized. That's OK. I will be my very best and that will include some version of pretty, wealthy, skinny, witty, popular, sexy, smart and organized. Some days will suck and others will be awesome. That's still OK.
Now, the 2009 version of me would spend time reminding everyone what I DIDN'T do last year, like taking ballet classes (even thought I spent $100 on supplies), like finishing the second P90X workouts, like entering a 5k race, keeping up with my blog, etc. But I'm not going to be negative anymore, (that much). Only positive, (most of the time).
So on that note, I'll tell you the top 10 things I DID do in 2009:
1) I quit smoking (not even a puff since 8/11/09).
2) I baked desserts with my kids.
3) I reminded my kids how proud I am of them - often.
4) I dated my husband - almost every week.
5) I had a sleepover in my family room.
6) I watched Forrest Gump with my six year old.
7) I was a very good friend to many.
8) I gave my money, belongings, time, and blood to a wide variety of charitable organizations.
9) I joined the National Bone Marrow Registry.
10) I added more fiber to my diet.
Here's to continuing the good stuff and eliminating the bad stuff in 2010!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I'm a Quitter!!
As I write this entry, it’s been precisely 9 days, 15 hours and 56 minutes since I had my last cigarette. It was last Monday evening on my way to my over-priced health club that I’m also quitting at the end of the month. I had a free session with a personal trainer at 8pm, and as I exhaled heartily trying to get through my third set of pushups, I wondered if he could smell the nastiness of my smoke breath as he leaned toward me trying to push me through the last few reps. Sorry, Trevor – no more smoke breath for me. Not like I’ll be seeing you anymore but our 1 session was fun!
There are a few things that used to really stress me out when I smoked. #1 – Rain. I used to smoke more than half of the 8-10 cigarettes a day in the car. 3 on the way to work, 3 on the way home, and at least 2 while running errands without the kids in the car. I almost always have the window cracked to ash and ventilate. I rarely keep the window all the way down, because for some reason ashing with the window all the way down invariably leads to stray ashes back into the car. When it rains, the window crack you would think may not cause a problem, however apparently the designers of the Honda Pilot hate smokers, because I swear, despite how small the window crack is, water just pours inside from the windshield. I mean to the point where I carry paper towels in the car just to soak up the water and keep it from short-circuiting my automatic window controls. I was actually considering buying those window guards just so I could smoke in the car during a rainstorm and not get drenched. It’s a little sad that not smoking when it was raining never occurred to me – that was never an option. So last week as I walked to the parking garage and noticed the rain coming, I got a little annoyed thinking I’d be all wet by the time I got home, then I realized I had quit. BONUS!!
The second thing that used to bother me was close-talking. I spend a lot of time in meetings, and the need for some sidebar whispering occurs quite frequently. The problem was, I would often get caught walking into a meeting right after having a smoke, and not having any drink or gum to help wash away the nastiness. I HATED when I had to whisper to someone, as I cringed and prayed they weren’t repulsed by my breath. Luckily I don’t drink coffee, and now that I’ve stopped smoking, I have no problem whispering.
I’m no sure what the trick was this time to quitting. I’ve tried to quit a hundred times before and most attempts last about half a day. Just like all the times before, cold turkey, no patches, pills or gum, just sheer willpower (which I tend not to have). I guess it was the right time for me. I’m done. I’ve tested myself by being around friends that smoke while they were smoking, I have had a few cocktails and been around smoking people, too. And no slips. I still long to be the casual smoker, the girl who can have 1 or 2 on the weekend when out with friends, etc. Unfortunately, I realize that 1 weekend like that and I’m back to addicted in less than a week. So casual smoking is not an option.
So what’s next? Back to school madness, the kids’ fall sports, another new haircut and ballet classes – all without smoking, SWEET!
There are a few things that used to really stress me out when I smoked. #1 – Rain. I used to smoke more than half of the 8-10 cigarettes a day in the car. 3 on the way to work, 3 on the way home, and at least 2 while running errands without the kids in the car. I almost always have the window cracked to ash and ventilate. I rarely keep the window all the way down, because for some reason ashing with the window all the way down invariably leads to stray ashes back into the car. When it rains, the window crack you would think may not cause a problem, however apparently the designers of the Honda Pilot hate smokers, because I swear, despite how small the window crack is, water just pours inside from the windshield. I mean to the point where I carry paper towels in the car just to soak up the water and keep it from short-circuiting my automatic window controls. I was actually considering buying those window guards just so I could smoke in the car during a rainstorm and not get drenched. It’s a little sad that not smoking when it was raining never occurred to me – that was never an option. So last week as I walked to the parking garage and noticed the rain coming, I got a little annoyed thinking I’d be all wet by the time I got home, then I realized I had quit. BONUS!!
The second thing that used to bother me was close-talking. I spend a lot of time in meetings, and the need for some sidebar whispering occurs quite frequently. The problem was, I would often get caught walking into a meeting right after having a smoke, and not having any drink or gum to help wash away the nastiness. I HATED when I had to whisper to someone, as I cringed and prayed they weren’t repulsed by my breath. Luckily I don’t drink coffee, and now that I’ve stopped smoking, I have no problem whispering.
I’m no sure what the trick was this time to quitting. I’ve tried to quit a hundred times before and most attempts last about half a day. Just like all the times before, cold turkey, no patches, pills or gum, just sheer willpower (which I tend not to have). I guess it was the right time for me. I’m done. I’ve tested myself by being around friends that smoke while they were smoking, I have had a few cocktails and been around smoking people, too. And no slips. I still long to be the casual smoker, the girl who can have 1 or 2 on the weekend when out with friends, etc. Unfortunately, I realize that 1 weekend like that and I’m back to addicted in less than a week. So casual smoking is not an option.
So what’s next? Back to school madness, the kids’ fall sports, another new haircut and ballet classes – all without smoking, SWEET!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Bring It!
So I finally have stuck to an insanely difficult workout and diet plan for the last 3 weeks. I'm a quarter of the way through a 90-day program called P90X. I'm hooked. I've only lost about a pound, but the cage is changing. I now have muscles that I haven't seen in a LONG time! Feels pretty amazing. 6 days a week of working out and 6 small meals each day. The workouts are intense but only about an hour long each day. My son who is 6 has joined me for a few workouts - he's fun to watch and it certainly helps to take my mind off the hard work I'm doing. The only downside to the program is that my social life seems to have fallen off the face of the Earth. Besides having little time to do much else than work, workout, plan meals and be a mother and wife, I don't want to blow the diet with too much alcohol and jeopardize the following day's workout and diet by feeling like crap. So I've haven't made any Happy Hours lately, and even date night has taken on a new twist. No more Appletinis for me. 2 Michelob ultras every Sat night. That's it. Can't be all that bad - if I could just quit smoking, I'd be golden.
Friday, February 27, 2009
It's not a tumor
I have an avid interest in some people's blog who are sick. I mean really sick. I got hooked an a colleague's son website over a year ago and since then have faithfully followed close to 30 caringbridge websites - mostly of children with serious and/or terminal illnesses. So I want to preface this entry by saying I am in no way mocking the horrific experiences that so many families go through every day dealing with these types of issues.
I get headaches. For as long as I've been an adult - all kinds. Migraines, tension headaches in my neck, general headaches. Seems like I'm popping 800mg of advil at least 2-3 times per week. Never really thought much about it until about a month ago, I was getting this sharp pain on the top of my head when I would go from sitting to standing, or when I stretched or yawned. I'm talking the kind of piercing pain that would make me have to sit down and close my eyes. The pain would last only about 10 seconds and be gone. But it was happening 3-4 times a day for a few days, so I thought I would go to the dr. and see what might be going on. I LOVE my doctor. She is so great and totally not hesitant to order tests of all kinds. I love that about her. So she ordered some routine blood work and a CT scan. She mentioned that they don't take strange headaches very lightly in her practice - since her partner's daughter was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor about a year ago (one of the many Caringbridge kids I follow religiously)
So I got the CT scan done last Wednesday - 2 days before my 36th birthday and almost a week after I had seen the doctor. By that time the headaches were gone and I had fallen victim to the stomach bug that was going around and hadn't really eaten in about 4 days. Thursday night, on my way out to a little Girls' Night revelry, I noticed a voice mail on my cellphone. It was my doctor calling to discuss the results of my CT. Never a good sign when the doc calls you back after hours on your cell. Panic set in. I couldn't call back after hours and the office didn't start taking call until the next morning. I had one drink at the bar with my girlies, and went home - I was too distracted to really enjoy myself.
I got to work on Friday (my birthday) and called the dr.'s office right when they opened. I announced myself to the receptionist and before I could explain my call I got "Oh Mrs Scherer, hold on, please." Another unsettling sign that something must not be right. I was asked for a callback number for the doctor to call me back. 5 minutes later the doctor calls back. "How are your headaches?' she asks. I promptly tell her that she's freaking me out and plead with her to tell me what's going on. I reported that my headaches had gone away since I'd seen her last and was just struggling through the tummy bug. She didn't like the sound of the nausea. She let me know the good news - no tumor or growth. Slight sigh of relief, but what in the heck else could be wrong that has her tracking me down? CT showed evidence of increased pressure in my brain. OK. What's that? The official terms are idiopathic intracranial hypertension or pseudo tumor cerbri. I like the first one better. And it occurs primarily in women who are Obese. nice. (for the record, I know I moan and groan about needing to lose weight, but I most certainly wouldn't put me in the Obese category). If the pressure gets too high for too long it can result in permanent blindness and some folks have to have shunts put in to drain the cerebral fluid from their brains to keep the pressures down.
She tells me she is going to try to get me in with a neurologist or ophthalmologist today and if she couldn't she would just direct admit me to the hospital so some tests could be done. Holy shit, I'm really panicked now. She asks me if I'm at work (which I was) but I told her I would head home and wait for her to call me back. I hang up the phone and start sobbing. Tell my co-worker I have to go and start packing up. My hubby calls to see how my Birthday is going so far and I start mumbling thru tears what the dr had just told me. As I'm driving home a strange doctor's office calls and tells me I have an appointment at 10am to see the doctor. At this point, I'm not even hearing what kind of doctor it is. A neurologist would be doing a spinal tap to measure the severity of the intracranial pressure - the eye doctor would be checking my optic nerves for signs of increased pressure. Thankfully it was the eye doctor. I'll take an eye exam over a spinal tap any day.
So the eye exam was normal, no pressure in my optic nerve, but I'm still really confused about what's going on and what's going to happen next. The eye doc tells me he'll call my doctor and I should wait for a call back from her on next steps. In the meantime my husband has left work and is waiting for me in the eye dr's lobby. We both drive home. I give the doctor an hour to call me back. When she doesn't, I call her back and she explains that since my optic nerve is not showing signs of stress, the situation is no longer emergent, and I can go ahead and schedule an MRI/MRA to get a better look at my leisure. My leisure, my ass. I had already not eaten a thing, and I know the test would require me to fast for several hours before, and I'm certainly not going to spend my birthday sitting around if I have an aneurysm or some other freaky thing going on in my head. So I call the MRI place and masterfully get a 4pm appt for the test. MRI test goes off without a hitch. But here's the kicker - I don't get the official results from my doctor for another 5 days! I had to bribe some of my medical friends to pull some strings and try to get a peek at the results ahead of time. I did hear back from 1 friend on Tuesday or Wed (can't remember now) and he told me the initial read of the MRI was "unremarkable". "How dare you call me unremarkable," I joked! The MRA results weren't in yet, but I was a bit relieved, but wouldn't really rest until I got the final report from my doctor.
So Thursday afternoon they called me, after I had called them about 20 times from Mon-Thu for an answer. The nurse made the callback - always a good sign. Apparently I have some kind of congenital vascular anomaly in my brain that they are guessing is causing the increased pressure and if I get more headaches, they can give me medicine for it. So I need to be on alert for any vision changes, sharp pain in my head, dizziness, etc. I may have to stop drinking - I get those symptoms every Saturday night after an Apple Martini or 2, or 3 . . .I'm guessing every little "normal" twinge will give me pause from now on. I still have lots of questions, and plan to pick up all my films and reports and google all the words in the findings to try and piece things together. I wonder what kind of medicine they give you to reduce the pressure in your brain? Maybe one of the side affects is weight loss? I should be so lucky. Awful - aren't I? Hey I'm all about the silver lining.
So the 36th b-day was certainly unforgettable but not much fun. Hopefully 37 will be less eventful.
PS - To all my Caringbridge friends and others I know who are suffering - My thoughts and prayers are with you always.
I get headaches. For as long as I've been an adult - all kinds. Migraines, tension headaches in my neck, general headaches. Seems like I'm popping 800mg of advil at least 2-3 times per week. Never really thought much about it until about a month ago, I was getting this sharp pain on the top of my head when I would go from sitting to standing, or when I stretched or yawned. I'm talking the kind of piercing pain that would make me have to sit down and close my eyes. The pain would last only about 10 seconds and be gone. But it was happening 3-4 times a day for a few days, so I thought I would go to the dr. and see what might be going on. I LOVE my doctor. She is so great and totally not hesitant to order tests of all kinds. I love that about her. So she ordered some routine blood work and a CT scan. She mentioned that they don't take strange headaches very lightly in her practice - since her partner's daughter was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor about a year ago (one of the many Caringbridge kids I follow religiously)
So I got the CT scan done last Wednesday - 2 days before my 36th birthday and almost a week after I had seen the doctor. By that time the headaches were gone and I had fallen victim to the stomach bug that was going around and hadn't really eaten in about 4 days. Thursday night, on my way out to a little Girls' Night revelry, I noticed a voice mail on my cellphone. It was my doctor calling to discuss the results of my CT. Never a good sign when the doc calls you back after hours on your cell. Panic set in. I couldn't call back after hours and the office didn't start taking call until the next morning. I had one drink at the bar with my girlies, and went home - I was too distracted to really enjoy myself.
I got to work on Friday (my birthday) and called the dr.'s office right when they opened. I announced myself to the receptionist and before I could explain my call I got "Oh Mrs Scherer, hold on, please." Another unsettling sign that something must not be right. I was asked for a callback number for the doctor to call me back. 5 minutes later the doctor calls back. "How are your headaches?' she asks. I promptly tell her that she's freaking me out and plead with her to tell me what's going on. I reported that my headaches had gone away since I'd seen her last and was just struggling through the tummy bug. She didn't like the sound of the nausea. She let me know the good news - no tumor or growth. Slight sigh of relief, but what in the heck else could be wrong that has her tracking me down? CT showed evidence of increased pressure in my brain. OK. What's that? The official terms are idiopathic intracranial hypertension or pseudo tumor cerbri. I like the first one better. And it occurs primarily in women who are Obese. nice. (for the record, I know I moan and groan about needing to lose weight, but I most certainly wouldn't put me in the Obese category). If the pressure gets too high for too long it can result in permanent blindness and some folks have to have shunts put in to drain the cerebral fluid from their brains to keep the pressures down.
She tells me she is going to try to get me in with a neurologist or ophthalmologist today and if she couldn't she would just direct admit me to the hospital so some tests could be done. Holy shit, I'm really panicked now. She asks me if I'm at work (which I was) but I told her I would head home and wait for her to call me back. I hang up the phone and start sobbing. Tell my co-worker I have to go and start packing up. My hubby calls to see how my Birthday is going so far and I start mumbling thru tears what the dr had just told me. As I'm driving home a strange doctor's office calls and tells me I have an appointment at 10am to see the doctor. At this point, I'm not even hearing what kind of doctor it is. A neurologist would be doing a spinal tap to measure the severity of the intracranial pressure - the eye doctor would be checking my optic nerves for signs of increased pressure. Thankfully it was the eye doctor. I'll take an eye exam over a spinal tap any day.
So the eye exam was normal, no pressure in my optic nerve, but I'm still really confused about what's going on and what's going to happen next. The eye doc tells me he'll call my doctor and I should wait for a call back from her on next steps. In the meantime my husband has left work and is waiting for me in the eye dr's lobby. We both drive home. I give the doctor an hour to call me back. When she doesn't, I call her back and she explains that since my optic nerve is not showing signs of stress, the situation is no longer emergent, and I can go ahead and schedule an MRI/MRA to get a better look at my leisure. My leisure, my ass. I had already not eaten a thing, and I know the test would require me to fast for several hours before, and I'm certainly not going to spend my birthday sitting around if I have an aneurysm or some other freaky thing going on in my head. So I call the MRI place and masterfully get a 4pm appt for the test. MRI test goes off without a hitch. But here's the kicker - I don't get the official results from my doctor for another 5 days! I had to bribe some of my medical friends to pull some strings and try to get a peek at the results ahead of time. I did hear back from 1 friend on Tuesday or Wed (can't remember now) and he told me the initial read of the MRI was "unremarkable". "How dare you call me unremarkable," I joked! The MRA results weren't in yet, but I was a bit relieved, but wouldn't really rest until I got the final report from my doctor.
So Thursday afternoon they called me, after I had called them about 20 times from Mon-Thu for an answer. The nurse made the callback - always a good sign. Apparently I have some kind of congenital vascular anomaly in my brain that they are guessing is causing the increased pressure and if I get more headaches, they can give me medicine for it. So I need to be on alert for any vision changes, sharp pain in my head, dizziness, etc. I may have to stop drinking - I get those symptoms every Saturday night after an Apple Martini or 2, or 3 . . .I'm guessing every little "normal" twinge will give me pause from now on. I still have lots of questions, and plan to pick up all my films and reports and google all the words in the findings to try and piece things together. I wonder what kind of medicine they give you to reduce the pressure in your brain? Maybe one of the side affects is weight loss? I should be so lucky. Awful - aren't I? Hey I'm all about the silver lining.
So the 36th b-day was certainly unforgettable but not much fun. Hopefully 37 will be less eventful.
PS - To all my Caringbridge friends and others I know who are suffering - My thoughts and prayers are with you always.
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