Daily Archives: November 8, 2007

Day 8 Mikey

I woke up yesterday smiling and happy. That is just an oddity as I normally wake up grumpy, until I am completely alert. But, yesterday I was happy and I know why. I dreamed about Mikey. Hell, I thought I was with him, back in the day, sitting out in the middle of a field out on Ingelside Plantation watching the stars and talking.

We were sitting on the ground, atop the red plaid blanket, with the jeep parked behind us. It was slightly chilly to the point that sitting close was necessary but we didn’t shiver. The radio was on low and we were just discussing a million different things. And hugging one another.

It was so real. I could feel his arms around me and hear his voice saying “hey girlie.” This had to have been one of the most realistic dreams I have ever had. One of my first thoughts when I woke up was I needed to call Mikey. I rolled over and then it hit me that it was a dream. I’m not 18 years old and Mikey is gone. The thought of having to go to the cemetery to “see” him is just heart wrenching.

By this time I was fully awake at not so happy. I still had the good feelings of having spent time with him but the reality of it all was just too much. I rolled back over toward the wall and clenched my eyes tightly closed in hope of going back to sleep and back into the dream to no avail.

Instead, I got up and got on with my day, in order to get one day further away from it all.

Day 7


What do you do with a scurvy pirate?

Make him walk the plank.

And, if you have small children in your life you are probably singing the above now, as that is from The Backyardigans. It is actually a very cute show but after you have watched the pirate episode a couple hundred times it is not so cute.

This pumpkin was requested by Charlie as he loves pirates. I had a pirate pattern but didn’t bother with that one, as none of the pumpkins fit it properly.

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Today has been a rough foot day. For some reason the pain is getting worse instead of better. I’m going to call my doctor tomorrow to see what he says. Dr D has been fantastic about everything, he is the first doctor I have had that I don’t dread seeing.

Dr D is a podiatrist in the closest city to us. He is funny and smart, and very understanding. He never blames every little thing on my weight, and he has a very gentle touch. And, he actually prescribes pain medication. Not excessively, by any means, but he understands that being in pain is a bad thing, and doesn’t help healing.

I have been seeing him since Spring and he really has done things exactly how I like them being done by my doctors. I have been wishing he was a family doctor until I went to the doctor his office set me up for my preop workup. She was incredible also, to the point of discussing PCOS and infertility with me and sharing how she went through the same things I have.

Now, if you’ve read me for awhile you would know I hate most doctors as the tend to treat fat people like they’re worthless, finding 2 doctors that don’t is just amazing. So, I’m going to change over to this primary care doctor and go from there.

My old primary care doctor wasn’t a bad doctor but, she was a resident still, and they did some things just odd. Things like refusing to prescribe blood glucose test strips if you had Type 2 diabetes. That is utterly ridiculous as all diabetics should be testing multiple times a day. In fact, testing a lot is how I learned what I can and can not eat and given me a 5.2 A1C (5.2 is in the range of a nondiabetic.) I was lucky in that I was given a lot of strips and a meter but, I’m running low on strips so I have to get a prescription as they are very expensive.

I’ve talked enough about this tonight. I need to get ready to sleep. Have a great day.