DeadpanAnn (old blogger version)

I fried some chicken tonight. Mmm mmm GOOD.

We have two working toilets now, at a total cost of over $500. &%*T!

I'm pretty sure that not a single one of the students in my 7th period class has a chance of staying out of prison. I'm DEFINITELY sure that I won't shed a tear when they leave for the summer, but I will shed tears if any of them are in my class next year for 8th grade.

My boss is a micro manager.

Please, dear Lord, please let them hire Cool Assistant Principal to replace Micro Manager Principal next year. Please.

If we don't make hotel reservations soon, our San Francisco trip isn't going to happen.

Last night in the "travel" section of Books a Million, Tim almost backed out of San Fran after he read that the big event in June is a gay festival, and that mimes are out in full force in June.

I do agree that both are major negatives.

I wonder if the mimes are gay.

Tim wants to buy a new dining room set before this weekend. We recently bought a bedroom suite, a toilet, and some other pricey stuff, plus Tim's second job is over after May, so this relaxed spending surprises me. We usually try to stop the bleeding after such financial hemorrhaging.

Could Tim be working for the mafia or something?

Maybe he's nesting.

I hope the baby's okay. It sucks not being able to feel it or have anything to reassure you. I'm just sorta taking a guy's word that everything's okay.

I ordered one of those doppler things so I can listen to the heartbeat. I know, I know. Waste of money, blah blah blah. Do you think the doppler waves or whatever will screw the baby up? Even if I do it forty times a day?

We should sell the pool table and make this room into a playroom.

We had a buyer for the hot tub, but couldn't figure out how to make a 35 inch high hot tub fit through a 32 inch wide door.

Any hillbilly husband out there want another hot tub and know how to fit one through a small space?

How about a pool table? Hmm? Any takers?

Surely he's just nesting.

I hope the baby's okay.

Labels: family, I am not a hypochondriac, married life, random thought whenever, this house is trying to kill me

(This post may contain TMI.)

This morning I was reading a message board by women who have PCOS and are trying to conceive. For those of you who don't know, PCOS is Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. With this condition, the body doesn't use sugar properly. Sugar causes insulin to flood the bloodstream and "feed back" to the ovaries, who then refuse to release eggs. Instead they form cysts and release too many of the wrong hormones. Those wrong hormones produce all kinds of unwanted effects and complicate the situation further. It's a real clusterfk. That's the short version, anyway.

The problem is that since gynecologists are the only people who ever explore your girl parts, they're the ones who usually end up diagnosing this disease. And the problem with that is that they don't know jack shit about the hormonal side of it, so they end up treating the symptoms and not the causes. If you want real treatment, you have to seek it out. Regardless of that, it shouldn't take a genius to read a snippet or two about the condition and figure out that sugar is poison to your reproductive system if you have this disease.

When I was reading on this message board, I saw posts by women who have been trying to get pregnant for months or years. They've seen fertility specialists, they've taken Clomid and more aggressive drugs, they've had the follicles on their ovaries measured. Some of them have gotten pregnant only to miscarry. I mean they're really putting themselves through a lot of crap to have kids.

Then I noticed that one of them had a "signature" that proclaimed her love for Dr. Pepper. Then I read a post by another woman who said that she has to drink only clear liquids for 24 hours before a certain medical procedure, and that it's gonna kill her because she loves her coffee. Hey, I'm drinking coffee as I type this, so I'm not throwing stones. But in the posts that followed, I learned that she packs it full of sugar. The more I read, the more blown away I was. Everyone chimed in about how much they love their Dr. Pepper, or their Mountain Dew. Not a single time was the word "DIET" mentioned. And there's a whole thread on Christmas snacks. Brownies. Cakes. Pies.

Here these women are undergoing extensive and invasive medical procedures to get pregnant, but their diets are full of sugar. What gives? Do they not know? You would think that with all the docs they're seeing, someone would've informed them by now.

Sometimes I think people enjoy their medical conditions. Some people seem to enjoy the suffering, the trips to the doctor, the disappointment of not being able to get pregnant--- in short, they like the attention.

Yesterday at the movies, I ate a bunch of popcorn. Then we went to a Mexican restaurant, where I may have ingested some rice. Reading about these stupid people has renewed my desire to avoid bad things at all costs. I hope I get knocked up right away so I can go back to that website and tell them how I did it-- by eating no sugar or refined breads, drinking no Dr. Pepper or sugary coffee drinks, eating no pie or brownies. In short, by not being an idiot.

People are stupid.

Labels: Good Old Fashioned Bitchin', I am not a hypochondriac, stupid people

The doc called back. My thyroid hormone levels are low. Just barely, but still. They didn't recommend anything other than rechecking it in 6 months. I did some research and found that vitamins B6 and B12 are supposed to be helpful, as is sea salt. I also read that some of the things that make P.C.O.S. worse will also cause hypothyroidism: high sugar diet, processed foods, etc. And the symptoms are similar: weight gain, fatigue, depression, high cholesterol.

I've lost about 15 pounds, so it's not bad enough that it's keeping me from losing weight. I hope that when I get some weight off and have been on a reasonable diet for a while, some of these little medical issues I have will resolve themselves.

Then I can procreate, and pass on my good genes.

Labels: I am not a hypochondriac