If I pretend the needle's not there, maybe it won't hurt...
Okay, I have admitted defeat. After getting sick last Wednesday, so sick in fact that I had to leave work early, I have caved to my husband's repeated requests to see a doctor, especially as my parents agreed with him. I understand their concern; since June I have days when I feel so nauseous that I cannot eat as I vomit and I feel so drained that all I can do is sleep or lie in bed. This is completely out of character for me - I have enough trouble getting to sleep at night usually! As there's never been much of a pattern to this frequent sickness - it comes on different days of the week, when I'm stressed and not stressed, when I'm on my period and on the pill - it has been frustrating to pin down why it keeps happening. I really hope it stops happening on work days and I really hope it doesn't happen at Christmas!
I was a little nervous going to see the doctor today as my previous doctor has retired and that surgery has closed down so I went to a new place and saw a new doctor for the first time in years. She was very nice and listened to me babble and decided that the best thing would be to have a blood test done, so that she can see whether I'm anemic, or if I have low iron levels, or an overactive thyroid. Oddly, my Mum went anemic when she went through the menopause and my sister had trouble with low iron levels that caused her to go on heavy iron tablets for a while. I just hope there's an answer lurking out there. I utterly despise injections and so will get terribly blubbery and upset when I have it on Thursday morning but I know it's important to do it so am determined to see it through. I've definitely grown as a person, a few years ago I'd have been shaking and hysterical at the thought. I'll probably have to pay a trip to the dentist too as I keep getting mouth ulcers and sore gums and while bongela does appear to vanquish them all, it often makes eating much more uncomfortable :(
This past weekend, my folks came to visit. They stayed in a nice local hotel - where our wedding reception happened actually. We got to have dinner altogether and lunch the next day too. It was marvellous to catch up and presents were exchanged. Mum and Dad brought us French biscuits, earrings for me and a little change wallet for Anthony. We presented Mum with an elephant-themed chocolate advent calendar - she's mad about elephants and has many gorgeous elephant figurines - and gave Dad a bag of small mixed cheeses, as he and I are big cheese lovers. It was great to see their responding smiles :) I also baked in their honour, oaty biscuits from my Cornish recipe book. A little burned around edges as I forgot to take into account the fan oven but very chewy and delicious. The church congregation agreed - the huge tin-full I made got all eaten up at Sunday's service :)
Oh and Ripper Street series two has begun. I am enjoy much of it, though am intrigued by why some story-decisions have been taken. No spoilers here, I'll write a review once the series is done. I have been unexpectedly inspired to write a fic that fandom again, more of my Hobbs lives verse, working him into series two. I think only rusty_armour will be interested but hey, I'm having fun writing it, it's such a vivid world and Hobbs is a great voice, he sees things through such clear eyes.
I was a little nervous going to see the doctor today as my previous doctor has retired and that surgery has closed down so I went to a new place and saw a new doctor for the first time in years. She was very nice and listened to me babble and decided that the best thing would be to have a blood test done, so that she can see whether I'm anemic, or if I have low iron levels, or an overactive thyroid. Oddly, my Mum went anemic when she went through the menopause and my sister had trouble with low iron levels that caused her to go on heavy iron tablets for a while. I just hope there's an answer lurking out there. I utterly despise injections and so will get terribly blubbery and upset when I have it on Thursday morning but I know it's important to do it so am determined to see it through. I've definitely grown as a person, a few years ago I'd have been shaking and hysterical at the thought. I'll probably have to pay a trip to the dentist too as I keep getting mouth ulcers and sore gums and while bongela does appear to vanquish them all, it often makes eating much more uncomfortable :(
This past weekend, my folks came to visit. They stayed in a nice local hotel - where our wedding reception happened actually. We got to have dinner altogether and lunch the next day too. It was marvellous to catch up and presents were exchanged. Mum and Dad brought us French biscuits, earrings for me and a little change wallet for Anthony. We presented Mum with an elephant-themed chocolate advent calendar - she's mad about elephants and has many gorgeous elephant figurines - and gave Dad a bag of small mixed cheeses, as he and I are big cheese lovers. It was great to see their responding smiles :) I also baked in their honour, oaty biscuits from my Cornish recipe book. A little burned around edges as I forgot to take into account the fan oven but very chewy and delicious. The church congregation agreed - the huge tin-full I made got all eaten up at Sunday's service :)
Oh and Ripper Street series two has begun. I am enjoy much of it, though am intrigued by why some story-decisions have been taken. No spoilers here, I'll write a review once the series is done. I have been unexpectedly inspired to write a fic that fandom again, more of my Hobbs lives verse, working him into series two. I think only rusty_armour will be interested but hey, I'm having fun writing it, it's such a vivid world and Hobbs is a great voice, he sees things through such clear eyes.