Before I go into the usual rambling "I'm sorry I suck at blogging" apology tour, I want to put it out there that if anyone who reads this and is not already a FB friend of mine wants to become FB friends, please email me at mammamer at gmail.com. Those who are already friends with me there can attest that if anything, I am actually a little too active on FB.
I think anyone reading for the past couple of months might guess I had slipped into a general depression and well, it might be true, but I haven't sought out professional help about it although it seems I have had every single other medical appointment and have not been too shy when it comes to my medical insurance.
First, my back! Well it turns out that Physical Therapy was indeed the trick! I stopped chiropractic after noting that I would be a mess for a week after it, my back would start to feel better for a few days and then I would have another chiropractic appointment and the trouble would start again. So I quit it. I also started getting one hour of deep tissue massage in the lower back/hips/glutes area and that has also garnered huge improvements. I would do more but they aren't covered by insurance and you can't even use FSA dollars towards them so the $100 is straight out of the pocket.
I have to say, I appreciate the masseuse though. She works for herself and rents space from the chiropractor I had seen. The first time I saw her, I had brought extra money for a tip, after conferring with a co-worker who is massage happy on what would be the appropriate tip amount. The masseuse declined the tip and asked me to use it towards my next massage. Since she works for herself, she pays for space and expenses associated with having your own business. The workers who give massages at spas, she said, get maybe $20 an hour for the massage you pay $100 for so keep on tipping those folks!
In the interim I had an MRI done of my spine and got to see probably the most amazingly gorgeous doctor ever.
After LM was born, I started bleeding out of a place I shouldn't and had to go in and see what was going on. The doctor that had to use some sort of special camera to look up my ass was super good looking and I remember thinking that was the most humiliating medical moment of my life. Luckily, it still is.
This new doctor did not have to do anything embarrassing with me other than explain how the joints, bones, and nerves work in the back using a plastic model. He has probably had to do that a million times. The result, however, is I have Facet Joint Arthritis. Hurrah!
What can be done? Well, keep up with the PT he said but the most important things are increasing core strength, flexibility, and get to an ideal weight for my height.
That's right, I got told by a hot doctor that I was too fat. (As an aside, I was delighted to see on my medical chart that I am now qualified as "overweight" as it used to be "obese" - hurrah for keeping 25 lbs off for a year! Now for he next 25 pounds....)
My other medical fun time had to do with the lady parts. I am enjoying a lot of the fruits of peri-menopause. What is not to love about the erratic nature of the not so "monthly" flows and all the other excitements of occasional hot flashes? It is just nature's way of saying, "Wrap it up, Grandma."
Anyway, I had to have an ultrasound per my OBGYN who wasn't happy with something I said in my annual exam with him. Yes, my OBGYN is male and I think he is one of the best doctors I ever had and will go to him until he retires. So while I was there, the technician had the wand up me and was looking at my remaining ovary and asked me to press down on the outside so she could get a better look. She then says, "Do you experience a lot of pain on this side?" I said no and asked why she asked. "I am sure your OBGYN will talk to you after he reviews the results."
Yes, I know technicians can't give any medical info but seriously lady, now I have to live with that for 24 hours? Does she not know whom she is dealing with? I don't brush things off, I go Dr. Doom and Gloom Google ape shit over such things. I probably don't need to tell you how much research I did on ovarian cancer before the doctor called me the next day to tell me it was a common benign cyst and that they sometimes cause pain.
Basically, everything is fine.
So I am trying to enjoy my respite of good health. I still exercise 6 days a week at 6am with my beloved Jillian Michaels DVDs (and a good dose of Bob Harper too). I am back off of sugar and also stopped dairy too in order to see if it helps with reducing inflammation for the back. I am struggling with trying to not eat more than 1500 calories a day which I know is a lot for some people. I have no idea how people keep at 1200 calories a day.
It is summer now, the kids are both enjoying their day camps although poor Miss A is so wiped out when I pick her up she blows up at the slightest provocation. For example:
LM: What's that? (points outside A's window)
LM: Hahaha! Made you look, made you look, now you're in the baby book!
A: (In tears) I'M NOT IN THE BABY BOOK! YOU ARE!
Me: (Slowly turns up music on radio)
Hell, at least she is learning to swim there thanks to daily lessons. I look forward to once more being able to enter a pool without a kicking clingy barnacle attached to me.