Thursday, January 6, 2011

Big Fancy Words With Lots of Syllables

     Well, hello! I didn't see you there. Not so surprisingly, I still can't! So not so many interesting things have happened today, but I will be sure to report all interesting and uninteresting. Grab your fine-toothed comb and get ready! Here we go!

     Natalee is a urinary rebel. Looks like it will take some time with this potty training business. Oh, joy. Juliette did pretty well at her first try at a sippy cup. She's been having some teething issues, so I put a couple ounces of water and a couple ice cubes in there. It worked out splendidly. My husband got a wild hair and cleaned! It was amazing! I said thank you, that the living room looked fantastic and he said "What about the kitchen!?" Of course. Oh well. I probably would've said thank you for the kitchen had I had some time to actually see it.

     Moving on, I had a pretty important doctor's appointment today. My cardiologist concluded from the multitude of not fun tests that I have Neurocardiogenic Syncope. Which is just a couple big, fancy words with lots of syllables meaning: I pass out a lot randomly for no reason. Which I already knew, which was one of the reasons I was seeking treatment. However, he did prescribe me a medicine for it. So that's good. He also dropped a bomb on me that almost made my girly emotions get the best of me. With this disease, I need to have about ten pounds of fluid weight on me at all times. He wants me to drink a gallon of water a day and add salt to everything I eat. I was already wanting to lose 40 friggin pounds and now I'm going to have to go ahead and go for 50 just to account for the 10 I need to gain to not pass out. Again, joy. Good times! I'm glad I have some answers though. I just wish they didn't result in me being fatter. I wish I could have some kind of illness that ate my ass and thighs. No answer on the headaches though, so I'm sure I will be referred to another doctor after I go for my follow up with my neurologist. Whatever.

     On a good note, my hair looked fabulous today! I'm lying. I shouldn't lie to you. I just wanted to have a good note for you today. I'm sorry. I will say eleventy-seven hail marys and do twenty-one push ups. I hope that you have found a golden nugget in this pile of dirt and I hope to dry your eyes out again tomorrow. This has been DeLaina, boring your brain to DEATH.

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