me to a T - Tracey Odachowski

Totally forgot about posting this when I was typing out my sobfest last night (i.e., my previous post). But here is a pick-me-up…I made my next little Weight Watcher goal! I try to make little goals at a time (so I can feel more successful LOL). After I hit my 10% goal, I wanted to see ‘6′ as the middle number (i.e., hit the 160s). AND I DID IT! Wednesday when I weighed in, I was jumping up and down when I saw her write that 6. Man that felt good. I was stuck in the 170s for what seemed like FOREVER. Haven’t seen the 160s since Chris came home from Iraq, and that was only a very brief stint in the 160s at that. So, that feels good. That’s my feel good thing for the week.

to talk about. It’s been a rough week. Pain level is up again - always is at that time of the month, which comes way more often than I like. Thank GOD for wonderful massage therapists and physical therapists. They don’t get enough credit in the world, you know? The past couple of days have been pretty bad, taking LOTS of meds. Of course, the downside to that is when I take too much, I get migraines from the narcotic rebound. I swear that sometimes there is just NO happy medium.

But, thankfully, after my appointment today, I feel like I’m on the upswing. Everything seems readjusted (again), back in place, blah blah. The PT said that no wonder I was hurting - my pelvis was WAY out of place. Not good. Like I said, I really hate this time of the month. It gets me every time. Ugh. this month worse than usual.

I swear, I will NEVER again not believe a patient when they tell me they have pain and they don’t look like they do. I’ve learned to mask my pain pretty well. I don’t like the kids always knowing, you know? They don’t need to know. Shoot, they know too much as it is. I hate that I get reprimanded by my 6-year-old when I do something I’m not supposed to do. That’s pretty bad. Cannot WAIT for this part of my life to be behind me so I can move on. Hate looking in the mirror and realizing just how much this thing has aged me. The pain has aged me.

Oh, good grief, I had NO intention of logging on here and starting a pity party! Really, there are people out there way worse than me! Speaking of which, if you could, pray for my brother-in-law, Eddie. He was injured at work (his back) a few months ago, and it has gotten much worse, so much so that he is walking with a cane and will most likely undergo surgery soon. So I’m just praying he is able to get over it soon. Thanks.

Ok, more cheery post later, once the kids do some ultra cute thing to blog about.

Oh, speaking of the kids…Miss Em is getting her 2-year molars in (should have known that when she hasn’t been sleeping the past few weeks!). Mr. Gabe is getting his adult tooth #2 in, and guess what? (my parents aren’t going to be surprised by this)…it is CROOKED! BIG TIME! Looks like he may have inherited his mommy’s teeth. Hopefully, unlike his mommy, he won’t be cursed to 10 years of oral appliances. Ugh. It will be interesting to hear what the dentist says in a few months. Fortunately, our dentist is an orthodontist, too, so he will definitely know what the future looks like. Man, I guess I should start saving now!