heee, wonder if this would work. Bringing it out to watch me every time I eat my stop me from eating so much.
Countdown to weigh in: 1 days
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Monday, March 22, 2004
All I can say is ow. Ow. ow.
I've had today off work, and stupidly did too much, and am now hurting more than I hurt yesterday. Stupid stupid stupid girl.
Oh but the plus side was that the nurse weighed me before I went into theatre and I was down 300grams from my last weigh in. However, when you can't do a heck of a lot round the house, and its uncomfortable to walk down the hall to the toilet, and you want chocolate to make yourself feel better, I'm not too sure how this will turn out on Friday.
Countdown to weigh in: 6 days
I've had today off work, and stupidly did too much, and am now hurting more than I hurt yesterday. Stupid stupid stupid girl.
Oh but the plus side was that the nurse weighed me before I went into theatre and I was down 300grams from my last weigh in. However, when you can't do a heck of a lot round the house, and its uncomfortable to walk down the hall to the toilet, and you want chocolate to make yourself feel better, I'm not too sure how this will turn out on Friday.
Countdown to weigh in: 6 days
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Monday, March 15, 2004
Okay so here's the deal. Last post was January.
I had a week in holiday in February.
Went to the doctors on the 25th of Feb
Had a scan on the 27th of Feb (they told me it was just going to be a simple jelly on your belly, see your insides, but it ended up with a nice camera up your growler move that tricked the hell out of me.
Doctor phones on the 3rd of March to say tests came back fine, no pcos, no blood trouble, but we think you should see a gynaecologist becuase (boys can stop reading now) your uterus is thicker than normal for someone your age. I have no idea what the fuck this means. I might be 28, but I'm not grown up in the medical ways of the world.
5 March, meet a lovely English man, with a dodgy job (are there no female gyanecologists?), who gets out the lube (I am so sick of people looking at my growler), and five minutes later, once I'm dressed and feeling less embarassed, tells me that most people have around 14mm uterus wall and mine is about 18mm.
Can I come in for surgery on the 19th of March? Yes. I reply. (thank god for medical insurance).
So between freaking out about all this, and not eating right I haven't been to WW in ages. On Friday, I have to get up at 7 and eat, because I can't have anything from then until after my day surgery. Think I might duck into town, do the weigh in, explain to my leader why I haven't been around, come home and try and get some sleep.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. Sucks to be me right now.
Countdown to weigh in: 4 days
I had a week in holiday in February.
Went to the doctors on the 25th of Feb
Had a scan on the 27th of Feb (they told me it was just going to be a simple jelly on your belly, see your insides, but it ended up with a nice camera up your growler move that tricked the hell out of me.
Doctor phones on the 3rd of March to say tests came back fine, no pcos, no blood trouble, but we think you should see a gynaecologist becuase (boys can stop reading now) your uterus is thicker than normal for someone your age. I have no idea what the fuck this means. I might be 28, but I'm not grown up in the medical ways of the world.
5 March, meet a lovely English man, with a dodgy job (are there no female gyanecologists?), who gets out the lube (I am so sick of people looking at my growler), and five minutes later, once I'm dressed and feeling less embarassed, tells me that most people have around 14mm uterus wall and mine is about 18mm.
Can I come in for surgery on the 19th of March? Yes. I reply. (thank god for medical insurance).
So between freaking out about all this, and not eating right I haven't been to WW in ages. On Friday, I have to get up at 7 and eat, because I can't have anything from then until after my day surgery. Think I might duck into town, do the weigh in, explain to my leader why I haven't been around, come home and try and get some sleep.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee. Sucks to be me right now.
Countdown to weigh in: 4 days
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