The struggle continues. Maybe I am so focused on weight loss because I can't control any of the other things going on with my body. It's more challenging to keep up with little Miss Hyperdrive these days. The kid is crafty. Sometimes she will give me a little look, a sly grin...then launches off like a crazy, baby torpedo. I've noticed my body is trying to adapt to the new physical demands of parenthood. My biceps are the biggest I've ever seen them. But a few things are not 100%, like my knees. Oh wow, I tried standing up from a crouching position while holding EK today and I couldn't do it. It hurt so much! And she's the age now where she wants to be held; asking with her big, baby browns and her little hands, pulling on my pants. And twice now, I've blacked out momentarily when standing up too fast, once holding EK. We were about to fall over when my head cleared. Does any of this worry me? Hell yes it does. But what the hell can I do about it? I've told doctors about these things and they never seem concerned. If it doesn't show up on an xray or blood test, they don't seem to think there is a real problem. All in her head, they may say to themselves. When your medical audience is apathetic, you eventually assume the same attitude. Also known as "FUCK IT."
So I've had blood coming out of my nose whenever I try to blow it. This has been going on for about two weeks. I'm always congested but it's been worse lately and now with the constant bleeding from my head, my nasal passages are swollen and painful to touch. I've let this go because I figured I'd be told it's just allergies and I'd go home feeling like an idiot for rushing to the clinic to head off an infection. So now the nurse tells me over the phone I better come in because it's probably an infection. No shit? How about you save me the trip by looking at my chart and seeing I've been in twice this year for sinus issues. Then kindly call in a prescription for a Zpack. Nope, got to go to the walk-in clinic. No appointment for you! You go to the walk-in clinic, now! So I'm getting my happy ass up early in the AM to hopefully get in first at the fucking walk-in clinic. Yes, because people with a shitty immune system love to sit in a clinic's waiting room for an hour and a half. Sorry, I am just frustrated because I'll have to reschedule my neurology appointment for the fifth time. Can you tell I hate walk-in clinics?
Thanks for letting me vent. I think I hear a shot of Nyquil calling my name. And maybe a couple of tampons for my nose. Have a good'un. Tschus.

