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It's been a long day......
Oct. 25th, 2013 07:24 pmSo I didn't get much sleep last night. I had someone in labor and delivery in what looked like premature labor, 4 1/2 weeks early. I wound up sending her home this morning, undelivered. T'was a false alarm. However, I never sleep well when I have someone in labor and delivery.
I was up at 6:30 and out the door a quarter past seven. I stopped by my office to upload stuff for my transcriptionist, stopped at the hospital to see, then send mom-to-be home, then off to the other hospital to get some notes done, over a light breakfast.
I've been weighing in on the electronic hospital scale. The past 10 days, the weight has been not changing much, though I have noted my size has been getting smaller. Two pair of pants I could not wear a month ago have come out of the closet, one of which I had to sew the pleats back into last Sunday. I may do that to my carpenter jeans this weekend. I don't dare wear them they way they are now without a tightly cinched belt. Without it, one sneeze and it would be, "Showtime!" However, while I knew the pounds would start to drop again at some point, that all folks losing weight hit plateaus, I was still anxious to see the numbers start going down once more. This morning was the day. Another three and half pounds are abruptly gone.
Saw my doc on on Monday. She's quite happy with what she's seeing with me and my labs. We were both a bit surprised to see that the formal celiac lab testing came back negative. Now the labs will turn negative after one has been off of gluten for a while, but usually not just a month. Given both the remission of my arthritis and the resolution of my psoriasis, the change has made an enormous difference for me. Perhaps it's an allergy to some other component of the wheat, but truthfully I don't really care. I'm not willing to go back to using the wheat products. She did give me something to think about this last visit. I was marveling at how much better I felt since I "gave up wheat" and she stopped me cold. "To give something up implies a sacrifice. You've been liberated from wheat! This is not a sacrifice. It's a gift. It's a triumph!" Her words give me a different perspective to consider. She's right. I'm not really sad about not eating wheat. I'm more annoyed that its so ubiquitous, that its a challenge to know what's safe to eat and what isn't. However, given the difference in my life over a month ago, it's no contest as to how I want to live.
The day at work has been way busy, but it's been one sweetheart patient after the next. Not one person today was someone I didn't enjoy seeing. It all leaves me feeling truly blessed, that my day was worthwhile.
Time to head for home. My husband wants a pizza tonight and to cocoon. He had his flu shot this morning and he's feeling a bit achy, plus the way I've been running between work and well, running, we've seen very little of each other for the past 48 hours. Yesterday morning I was out the door early to make it to the gym, to get the run on the elliptical in. I still cannot believe I can cover 4 miles in hour without killing myself. Plus what it's doing for my head and not just my waistline, is nothing short of exhilarating.
Ya' know that gluten free pizza I had last week was pretty damned good. Small, which is a good thing, and way tasty. (Clams and garlic; what's not to like?) It was dinner last Thursday, the remainder lunch the next day. Sounds like a good choice for tonight.
I was up at 6:30 and out the door a quarter past seven. I stopped by my office to upload stuff for my transcriptionist, stopped at the hospital to see, then send mom-to-be home, then off to the other hospital to get some notes done, over a light breakfast.
I've been weighing in on the electronic hospital scale. The past 10 days, the weight has been not changing much, though I have noted my size has been getting smaller. Two pair of pants I could not wear a month ago have come out of the closet, one of which I had to sew the pleats back into last Sunday. I may do that to my carpenter jeans this weekend. I don't dare wear them they way they are now without a tightly cinched belt. Without it, one sneeze and it would be, "Showtime!" However, while I knew the pounds would start to drop again at some point, that all folks losing weight hit plateaus, I was still anxious to see the numbers start going down once more. This morning was the day. Another three and half pounds are abruptly gone.
Saw my doc on on Monday. She's quite happy with what she's seeing with me and my labs. We were both a bit surprised to see that the formal celiac lab testing came back negative. Now the labs will turn negative after one has been off of gluten for a while, but usually not just a month. Given both the remission of my arthritis and the resolution of my psoriasis, the change has made an enormous difference for me. Perhaps it's an allergy to some other component of the wheat, but truthfully I don't really care. I'm not willing to go back to using the wheat products. She did give me something to think about this last visit. I was marveling at how much better I felt since I "gave up wheat" and she stopped me cold. "To give something up implies a sacrifice. You've been liberated from wheat! This is not a sacrifice. It's a gift. It's a triumph!" Her words give me a different perspective to consider. She's right. I'm not really sad about not eating wheat. I'm more annoyed that its so ubiquitous, that its a challenge to know what's safe to eat and what isn't. However, given the difference in my life over a month ago, it's no contest as to how I want to live.
The day at work has been way busy, but it's been one sweetheart patient after the next. Not one person today was someone I didn't enjoy seeing. It all leaves me feeling truly blessed, that my day was worthwhile.
Time to head for home. My husband wants a pizza tonight and to cocoon. He had his flu shot this morning and he's feeling a bit achy, plus the way I've been running between work and well, running, we've seen very little of each other for the past 48 hours. Yesterday morning I was out the door early to make it to the gym, to get the run on the elliptical in. I still cannot believe I can cover 4 miles in hour without killing myself. Plus what it's doing for my head and not just my waistline, is nothing short of exhilarating.
Ya' know that gluten free pizza I had last week was pretty damned good. Small, which is a good thing, and way tasty. (Clams and garlic; what's not to like?) It was dinner last Thursday, the remainder lunch the next day. Sounds like a good choice for tonight.
