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i hope everyone's well.
I had my appointment with my sleep doctor yesterday, and just as I thought... he wants me to use the new air pressure setting for FOUR months before looking into other things *harrumph*
He also said my thyroid levels were a tad high (still within normal range) which is good because I don't want to take the med any more. Go ahead and bring menopause on, Body. But my B12 levels were a bit low (but also within normal). He wants me to add 2000 IU (or mg) once a day.
Gah! Four more months of feeling like my body's made of lead. At least my head is mostly clear though lol *sigh* Now, if only I could sleep through the night. This new habit is just too weird. By 9PM, I normally CANNOT keep my eyes open. I fall asleep at my desk. I lay down and wake up just enough to make it to 10-11PM- fall dead asleep only to wake up at 1-2AM 
I don't fall back to sleep until 6-8AM and remain passed out anywhere from 12-3PM 
This has been ongoing for several weeks now.
I also have to remember to ask my allergy Dr. about IgA immune deficiency. My mom has that (recently diagnosed).
Rant: I REALLY dislike Dr's in today current climate of herding the patience in and out as quickly as possible. I left my sleep Dr. almost depressed. I tried to go over some questions and concerns but he didn't even look at me for most of it as he fiddled with my machine. He gave me curt round-about answers. At first, I blew it off as him being of a different nationality. My primary Dr. is the same way and he's foreign. But then I made myself recall similar behavior from apple-pie American doctors (gastro and OBGYN). My hubby's in the medical field. I know what burocracy (SP!!!) from the State and insurance providers is doing to the field. Doctors (by and large) no longer have time to hold their patients hands and be HUMAN. It's very sad.
Yuppie DON'T congratulate me on weight GAIN I want to get down to 125. I was 153... then 143... then back (as of yesterday) to 146 Going off my liquid diet and getting away from walking is doing me in.
I CANNOT handle that diet anymore. But I do look forward to my walks once the weather stablizes. I need to do something every single day for 2 weeks for my habits to stick. If I start walking now, I'll just frustrate myself into quitting. Once day it's pouring down rain, the next it's snowing, the next it's icy I can handle light rain and I LOVE walking while it's snowing. It's just not safe with the ice though.
Rant-ish: On Sunday, the kids let the dogs out to go potty and left the door open for them. Some time later they ran into the house and the girls (several rooms away) cried out "Dear God, what is that SMELL?!!" I could smell them from my room, lol.
Then the dogs ran into my room and I was... Nope! The puppy was soaked in skunk spray. I took him outside and poured 2 cans of my Tomato Bisque soup on him. But the water was freezing cold. Inside, the girls had just gotten a shower so there was no hot water.
So, in my room the dogs had to be. Momma dog licked tomato residue from the pups coat lol. An hour later, I dragged him into the shower and gave him a good scrubbing. Their pillows are ruined though... and I don't quite have the heart to through them away yet.
It was the strangest skunk smell though. It was almost artifically chemically and kind of burnt smelling- as if the pup was skunked, then ran through a chemical plant and then through someone's burn pile (we burn leaves and some trash in this area).
So, I was self-conscious at the Dr.'s yesterday. I had had 2 showers and was "blind" to the smell (what is the proper term?). Maybe that's why he wouldn't look at me Afterwards, I went to a gas station. There was a line with several burly men. Some looked to be oil riggers, others, hunters. After I paid, the checkout lady turned to her co-worker with her nose in the air and asked "what IS that smell?" I said, "Sorry, that's probably me. My dogs were skunked last night." she was mortified but laughed and told me "you poor dear!"
The men behind me were trying desperately not to even crack a smile but you could tell they just wanted to bust out laughing.
Ahhh, the joys of country living
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