So yesterday was February 11th and also my day at the hospital. I had anxiety leading up to this day wondering what messages I was being sent from the universe and what they meant....why the 11th, why are these songs that had meaning back in the day all playing now....especially on the drive to the hospital. I am going to say though that much like my girlfriend had said, all of these messages mean I am on the right path. At least that is my assumption.
I was shocked after doing the fast and fluid diet leading up to the hospital visit that I had put on 5lbs! WHAT?!? Seriously? Perhaps it was the intake of Poweraide and sodium content? Water retention? It sucks! Here I thought I would step on the scale the morning of the hospital and actually be at my lowest weight to date. Not the case. Even still, the day after now I'm still heavier than before I started my fluid diet. Gah! Well here's hoping that it's water retention and the lbs drop off and go to....well you know where. It's deflating to see such an increase when I have worked so hard to get to where I am.
Anyways...hospital. Joy! Always love going...I'm being sarcastic. 7:45am is a blessing for an appointment time though when one has fasted and been on only fluids the whole day before. I was first to go in. Of course my veins did not cooperate. I wasn't surprised. They used to be a breeze years ago but now for whatever odd reason they are all a pain in the ass. So first attempt at IV in the right hand....fail. The nurse tried my left hand and voila, it worked first shot. She said in future I should tell nurses that the vein in my left hand is far superior and that they should try there first. I guess my veins in the right hand are very valvy and not overly prominent. Good to know. Left in the future first.
My test went well. I was well drugged, relaxed, asleep and remember nothing. Thankfully! I do remember recovery and laying with my eyes shut and hearing everything happening around me though. I couldn't open my eyes but I felt awake. Recovery wasn't long, and my husband came back to join me and speak with the doctor so that he could absorb what she had to say since he knew that I would be too out of it to recall the conversation.
Apparently I need to 'keep up doing whatever it is I have been doing', as everything looks better than it has in past. So I have been granted a 2yr break from the test. At least that is for right now. If results come back in 2-3 weeks and are good then it's 2yrs until I need to return. If not then time will change but for now this is very positive. I had hoped that everything would go well and that she would say I could return in 2yrs. I was so happy last time when she said 18 months! Now my goal is to continue to focus on my health, what I eat, how I live in hopes that the next time I return she will say 3years!
Now having said all that it does not come without some anxiety as well. My concern is that by leaving the testing for 2years it could put me at risk of the doctor finding cancer at the next check up and that it would be too far progressed to be able to do preventative. It just scares me to think of the what if's when I have my precious family. I need to stop fretting the what ifs and just live....
After releasing me she did ask that I head to the lab for an additional poke and get some blood work done. I didn't want to put it off and still being dopey figured it was a better time than ever to get er' done. She is curious to know if I have Celiac disease or if I have a possible gluten allergy. My youngest daughter has struggled with stomach issues and was tested for it. I however have never been tested so we shall see. She was wondering since I made the comment that I have been feeling better than ever since I started doing whole juice in the morning and eating far more fruits and vegetables.
I am continuing on the positive path and could not be happier with myself. No one else is paving this path but myself. It's exciting to see such wonderful progress on my own accord. Bravo me!
I have been a little slack in February so far in terms of getting things accomplished, reading and what not. Financially my hubby and I are on it and working towards a solid comfortable future. So I guess it has been fairly productive. I'm hoping to get into the basement this weekend and really do a once over on it. Out with the crap, organized is the stuff that stays. Sold Viggo's old Dome cage that was collecting dust and taking up space in the basement. Now to push a few other items and hopefully make a few bucks and clear some space.
So many positives have been taking place lately...my girls as always had amazing report cards, my oldest got an audition for the program she wants to get into for high school, everything is progressing well as we near her trip date, my youngest is once again taking big steps in her riding lessons and gaining confidence back...Life just seems to be good.
I guess 11 is my guide...I am on the right path.
Today My Name is....Onward.
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