Football!!!

So, I pretend sometimes that I am a decent photographer.  And once in a while, I get lucky, and take a decent snapshot... 

Of course, as anyone who's ever tried their hand at photography knows, you get a good ONE out of every million or so, and the rest look more like this...

It's especially difficult to get a good shot when you're trying to capture action, like at a football game.

Even more so if you're doing it at night. 

Last night was our homecoming game, and, while I'm not much of a "football person", I decided to go.  After all, it was homecoming.  And since I pretend to be a decent photographer, I took my camera.  Kathryn's boyfriend plays on the varsity team, and I figured I could try to get a few good pictures of him during the game.  I took something like 300 pictures.  About 250 of them are even identifiable, and only about 6 are actually decent.

Oh, well...  At least I got those 6.  
:)

Oh, well...

Oh, dang it... I thought I was doing better, but now I'm just about to sob again over something small. Ugh!

Geez, Louise!

No, I am not actually talking to Louise...  I really don't even know Louise, though I occasionally say "geez, Louise", and tell the kids they have to pretend to be a middle-aged woman by that name.

I suppose my next doctor update is in order, on off chance that someone actually reads this and might be wondering...  (yes, I DO know that I'll probably be the only one to ever re-read my ramblings, but that's OK, too.)

As recommended, I visited my Primary Care Doc, and she spent nearly an hour with me, trying to figure out what's going on.  (YES, she really IS that good!)  She ended up ordering 5 more blood tests, and decided to send me to a GI specialist to do the dreaded scope and get pictures of my esophagus and stomach.  Eh.  I'm not going to look forward to that one, but at least after it's over we'll know for sure what's going on in there.

I'm also going to need to see a cardiologist for a stress test.  That one should be no big thing, but with my family history, every doc I've seen really wants to make extra double sure it really is no big thing.

In the meantime, it's been 9 days on the low-dose hormone, and I think I can tell a difference.  I actually slept almost all night last night, and I haven't done that in a long, long, long time.  It might be a combo of things, or it might be just one really working.  I don't know.  I don't care.  I didn't burst into tears today, and I didn't snap anyone's head off (yet), and that's a definite improvement!

Update

I went to see the doctor yesterday, and she ordered some lab tests to confirm that the wacky stuff really and truly is hormone-related.  Ya' know, they have to take THREE blood samples, each six minutes apart, to test for hormone levels.  Ouch. 

In the meantime, since she seemed relatively certain that it's a perimenopausal thing, she gave me a low-dose hormone to take. 

I am currently alot like that little ant - the one with the high hopes.  I'm ready for a decent night's sleep, and for alot less mood swings! 

Of course, it's not quite as easy or simple as all that...  I also have to see my primary care doctor, and a cardiologist (something about evaluating my risk, you know, since my dad and brothers have cardiac "issues", and these things tend to run in the fam...).   But still, I'm very hopeful that I can feel better soon.

I'm still having my soy milk every day, and exercising 3 or 4 (sometimes 5) times a week.  Now, I've just added to my menopause survival aresenal.  ;)

More Perimenopausal Freakiness

As if the rest of it weren't weird enough, let me say that the night sweat thing is scary.  Heck, I thought waking up and being hot and a little tiny bit sweaty and needing to kick off the covers as fast as you can was night sweats.  HA!  Try waking up totally drenched in sweat, without covers, realizing that not only are YOU drenched, but you've sweat enough to have damp pillow cases and sheets. ICK...  I think that's the real meaning of night sweat.  Now THAT's scary. 

I really can't wait to talk to the doctor.  This sucks.

Family Portrait

Well, I've been sitting here looking at more pictures from Matt's wedding, and I am reminded that there "wasn't time" for the family to have a picture taken together that day.  Let me re-state that.  There was time for a picture - actually, several -  of the kids and Charlie, but not for one with me included.   It might not really bother me so much if it weren't for the fact that I specifically asked that we could have a family picture taken.   You know, while we were all together, and all dressed up, and in the presence of a photographer, in a nice setting.   Grrrr.....  I'm going to end up being one of those people who, when I'm about 95, won't even have any pictures to show that we were even a family after our first year together.

:( 

Bleh.

zombies

Oh, dear. I dreamed a little dream that a zombie apocolypse was underway. Somehow, I made it onto a bus of "survivors".... A bus that was as huge as a jet plane. LOL! I swear I didn't even eat anything before bed last night, and I was definitely not drinking!