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Yeay for meat fondue and home-made key lime pie. I actually made the pie two days ago, but it tasted a lot better last night. I guess that it needed that extra time to sit and for all the flavours to mix.
To all my doctors out there, I would like to say "HA!". Not only am I now off my prednisone (evil steroids!) for something like 6-8 weeks without any ill effects, but I am actually doing better than I have in years. My blood pressure is down to the levels they've been trying to achieve for years without any success, my muscle mass is growing, and my energy level has went way up. On top of that, I'm eating well, no signs of anorexia. Mind you, it helps to have a husband who is willing to try new and interesting entirely home-cooked meals, like the cream of mango soup that I'm making tonight. And "they" said that I'd need to be on the prednisone for all my life and couldn't cut it out entirely without dying on the spot. Shows how much "they" know. HA! :-)
As usual, I love my car, my house, and my husband, although not necessarily in that order. I'm also glad that the husband kicked my butt in gear and forced me to take my medications (although, no necessarily "as prescribed", but at least the way I take them is working, as evidenced by no swelling, more than good blood pressures, and my general "feeling good" which is rather rare for me for this time of year.)
I attended, all alone, the seminar on how to decorate windows. Now I need to buy a sewing machine and start producing pretty things. I also want to change the square window in the loft into a round window, but the husband tells me to keep dreaming about it. So, I guess that I'll modify my plan for the loft window by asking him to replace the current one with another square one, but that is more decorative, which I can then decorate even further.
We watched Get Shorty and Be Cool last night. I have no idea how those movies can be considered comedies, although I will admit to laughing in some spots. A few days ago, we watched The Pacifier, and the husband commented on how I drive the same way as the main character in the movie, which person happens to be an ex-Marine (or is it Navy seal? whichever). I don't think that he meant it as a compliment, but then again, he's probably just bitter because, as a female, I'm obviously the superior driver. ;-)
Speaking of driving and cars, I'm glad that my brother-in-law didn't manage to convince F. and I to get a Honda Pilot. Those cars are seriously big and ugly, and apparently really suck on gas mileage. I'm happy with my little CR-V that I can drive across construction sites. :-)
Looks like tomorrow will be haircut day for our little family. The boy definitely needs one and I have some ideas on the subject of his next style. As for myself, I think that my hair is finally long enough that I will be able to donate quite a bit to it to Locks of Love, and organization that gathers hair to make real-hair wigs for people who lost there in cancer treatment. I have been growing my hair out since February and was off by a few centimetres back in August. Mind you, I want my hair to be long enough so that, even after all the inches that they need are off, I still have enough hair to reach to my shoulder blades. My hair is nearly to my waist now, so I think that I have enough. It looks really nice too. It's rather thick considering how fine my hair is, and very straight, and has a lot more (natural) blonde highlights now that I'm spending a lot more time outside. It's really pretty, and if you think that I barely had any hair at all just 5 years ago, it has certainly come a long way. Time to give something back to the world. The funny thing is that when people hear about the Locks of Love plan, they usually exclaim "You can't do that! You're hair is gorgeous!" Um...I thought that this was the point? Why would I want to donate my hair if it was ugly??? People are weird. It's just hair. It will grow back. :-)
And on that note, I am off to finish unpacking the office. I need to study all of pediatrics tomorrow, and load some new stuff on Mini-Me (which for those who don't remember is my little Pocket PC) before my rotation starts on Monday. I start at 9AM in the NICU. Damn...better relearn all those things that I was taught about tiny babies and how to handle emergencies. I'm excited about the new rotation.
To all my doctors out there, I would like to say "HA!". Not only am I now off my prednisone (evil steroids!) for something like 6-8 weeks without any ill effects, but I am actually doing better than I have in years. My blood pressure is down to the levels they've been trying to achieve for years without any success, my muscle mass is growing, and my energy level has went way up. On top of that, I'm eating well, no signs of anorexia. Mind you, it helps to have a husband who is willing to try new and interesting entirely home-cooked meals, like the cream of mango soup that I'm making tonight. And "they" said that I'd need to be on the prednisone for all my life and couldn't cut it out entirely without dying on the spot. Shows how much "they" know. HA! :-)
As usual, I love my car, my house, and my husband, although not necessarily in that order. I'm also glad that the husband kicked my butt in gear and forced me to take my medications (although, no necessarily "as prescribed", but at least the way I take them is working, as evidenced by no swelling, more than good blood pressures, and my general "feeling good" which is rather rare for me for this time of year.)
I attended, all alone, the seminar on how to decorate windows. Now I need to buy a sewing machine and start producing pretty things. I also want to change the square window in the loft into a round window, but the husband tells me to keep dreaming about it. So, I guess that I'll modify my plan for the loft window by asking him to replace the current one with another square one, but that is more decorative, which I can then decorate even further.
We watched Get Shorty and Be Cool last night. I have no idea how those movies can be considered comedies, although I will admit to laughing in some spots. A few days ago, we watched The Pacifier, and the husband commented on how I drive the same way as the main character in the movie, which person happens to be an ex-Marine (or is it Navy seal? whichever). I don't think that he meant it as a compliment, but then again, he's probably just bitter because, as a female, I'm obviously the superior driver. ;-)
Speaking of driving and cars, I'm glad that my brother-in-law didn't manage to convince F. and I to get a Honda Pilot. Those cars are seriously big and ugly, and apparently really suck on gas mileage. I'm happy with my little CR-V that I can drive across construction sites. :-)
Looks like tomorrow will be haircut day for our little family. The boy definitely needs one and I have some ideas on the subject of his next style. As for myself, I think that my hair is finally long enough that I will be able to donate quite a bit to it to Locks of Love, and organization that gathers hair to make real-hair wigs for people who lost there in cancer treatment. I have been growing my hair out since February and was off by a few centimetres back in August. Mind you, I want my hair to be long enough so that, even after all the inches that they need are off, I still have enough hair to reach to my shoulder blades. My hair is nearly to my waist now, so I think that I have enough. It looks really nice too. It's rather thick considering how fine my hair is, and very straight, and has a lot more (natural) blonde highlights now that I'm spending a lot more time outside. It's really pretty, and if you think that I barely had any hair at all just 5 years ago, it has certainly come a long way. Time to give something back to the world. The funny thing is that when people hear about the Locks of Love plan, they usually exclaim "You can't do that! You're hair is gorgeous!" Um...I thought that this was the point? Why would I want to donate my hair if it was ugly??? People are weird. It's just hair. It will grow back. :-)
And on that note, I am off to finish unpacking the office. I need to study all of pediatrics tomorrow, and load some new stuff on Mini-Me (which for those who don't remember is my little Pocket PC) before my rotation starts on Monday. I start at 9AM in the NICU. Damn...better relearn all those things that I was taught about tiny babies and how to handle emergencies. I'm excited about the new rotation.