This week has been full of obstacles. It's been two weeks since the docs visit. Since then I have been on so many supplements that I'm not even hungry by the time I'm done taking them. I have meds for the night, meds when I wake up, and then meds a few hours after I wake. I sleep more than I'm awake. B-12 shots 5 days a week and not the energy I expected either. As mentioned before the doc wants my nerve and stress levels at an all time low.
With that said, our sermon at church last Sunday was bringing the praise with you. No matter what the situation, there is always thanks to be given. Example and I know a lot of you women have seen the little poem where Thank you Lord for the dirty dishes, it means I have been provided with food......and so on.
Well, it seems that I have been tried and tested to "bring the praise" with me for the past two weeks.
Teenage child decides he is upset with you and it breaks your heart? Thank you Jesus that you know where he is and that he is safe and happy. Husband runs out of gas? Thank you Jesus that he has friends ready to come to his side and that we even have a vehicle to run the gas out of. You go for your blood work after a horrific day just to be told you have to come back? Thank you Jesus for the bench that you provided for me to sit down on and have a break down. Yes, that last part was meant to make you chuckle, but it was indeed true. We weren't even past Monday and already God was giving us every opportunity to apply his message to our lives. I had been putting off going and doing my labs for no reason. I just dislike dealing with the lab. It's full of someone complaining on their cell phone as loud as possible what all they are having done and how terrible it is going to be. Then the lab workers. Bless them. I only have to deal with it for a short time. They deal with it all day long 5 days a week. I made it there at about 4PM. They closed at 4:30. When she saw what all I had to have done she told me I would have to come back in the morning. I was certain she was pushing me off. I walked into the lobby and sat down on the bench. I proceeded to boo who while people passed me to swiftly grab the down elevator. I dried my eyes after a quick prayer and went home and got straight on the Internet to look up my blood work code by code. She was right, it had to be done in the morning. Humbled much? Not only that, but there really wouldn't have been a way for me to give that much in labs and then safely drive home. My husband was my escort that next morning and after 18 vials of blood and $6,500 worth of it at that we were done.
The lab tech even looked at me at one point and asked, "You have Lyme?" I shook my head and she said, "You're really sick." Yes, yes I'm really sick. A reality that is sinking in more and more.
The teenager woes are a whole nother story. in my Forrest Gump voice Everyone keeps telling me it's the age. We do have a blended family, so he is with his father right now. Except for the once a week text I haven't heard from him. This parenting thing was so much easier when my hardest decision was which diaper to buy. Doctor's orders were to not let myself stress under any circumstance. Somehow I am keeping it at bay. I remember being his age and I wasn't exactly a bundle of joy. It was at his age I started testing waters with my parents. I just didn't have another parent to run to because mine were under the same roof. Bringing the praise hard on this situation.
Gluten free for two weeks now. I've learned that the brain tricks you into thinking that just because the gluten is gone that the whole pan of gluten free brownies you just polished off by yourself are carb free. As a matter of fact, the carbs look to be higher in the gluten free products, so due to the tightness in my britches here lately, I will be just eating clean and paleo-like. We did try the pasta the other night. It was nast-tay. My husband said that maybe it's just an acquired taste. No wine is a an acquired taste. This was just gross. I'll stick to spaghetti squash for my noodle substitute. Which if you've never had is actually very good.
Last night my daughter's soccer team all went to the Dynamo game (Houston's professional soccer team.)
I think I had a bit of a panic attack. My sound sensitivity has been off the charts. I can hear things like I'm wearing a miracle ear. It's all amplified too. At one point my legs and hands started shaking quite bad. I was fine once I got to my seat and sat for a bit. I came home and slept for 12 hours. Hard. It is crazy the things that I do now that just completely leaves me spent.
As I go into this next week, I up my doses. So, just about the time I'm used to it all I will be starting over. My big goal for this week is to get my weeds pulled in the backyard and grocery shop. I'll be bringing my praises.
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