Welp, I've had a hell of a month. Dad was peeing blood (he's fine, we had all kinds of tests done. I had no idea that a prostate could bleed for no particular reason. Pretty sure I already posted about him falling threw a glass table at some point. Still fine there.
I finally finished up my LTD appeal. Still no word on my dad's back pay. Just getting that appeal in really made me RELAX and I've been doing some gardening and being social with the neighbors which I haven't been because of my hermitage. Really nice women (and men) on my street.
I found a consignment shop with some REALLY nice things and have a summer wardrobe again. I am now down to 155 and my old summer stuff hangs on me (still the stress diet, it's so hard for me to go buy salad stuff because I end up wasting it and I LOVE salad) the not drinking is probably helping with the weight, because I go for crappy comfort food once I realize my body is telling me it's starving. And then it's a couple bites and I'm done.
The gardening is messing with my fibro, so I'm going back to the gym TODAY to just stretch and roll around on those huge airballs. Will throw in some elliptical and that's about it.
Anyway, first thing this morning I found out I had a bad pap. This is getting old. I can't keep having biopsies and surgeries every freaking 6 months. Can you say INVASIVE MEDICAL TRAUMA? My doc and I will decide if a hysterectomy is the correct course of action, but JEBUS, that's major surgery.
Well, another good thing I'm doing for myself is reading fiction again. My kindle is filled up with technical things, get happy books and other non-fiction. I got the latest Stephen King and I can read it when I'm waiting around for dad or other appointments. It's really good if you like the Dark Tower Series.
Yeah, I don't want this to be a whiny blog, and I want to say that I do have a great support system and like to throw in some happy shit here and there. I also want to post someday about winning the lottery. THAT would make me really happy. ;)
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