2009-01-26

I was planning to post a list of things that I do that are rather OCD, and a list of things that are not in some sort of effort to prove to myself that I am not in fact becoming more set in my ways. In the end, I could think of 3 really kind of big weird things, and nothing to really prove that they weren't in fact anomalies. Because yes, the toilet paper must indeed go only one way, I have a specific order I shovel snow in, and I have an specific order to the things I do to get ready for bed. I have no normal things. Every year I think I get a bit worse, and so by the time I'm 60, I'll be the cranky old lady constantly washing her hands and yelling at kids to get off her lawn and leave her cats alone. I'll probably blog about it to, so be warned.

To continue the disjointedness of this entry....
Playtex, seems to have discontinued the bra I've been buying from them for the last 20 years. They have replaced it with a bra that includes as part of its "fiber contents" (I kid you not) Polyurethane foam. Now, I get that this makes for a nice shape that looks good under "today's t-shirt styles" but you know what? Doesn't look that great on me. AND this is not exactly tight t-shirt weather, this is more 3 layers of sweater weather and I really do not want my bra simultaneously adding another cup size to my body and making it so that when things hit my chest I don't feel them. I plan to write them a letter to express my displeasure AND let them know I'm proud of my petite breasts. I'm sure when husband edits the letter there will be no mention of petite breasts though.

Also I switched OB-gyn offices this week. I had pretty much decided to stop going to the office that helped deliver Amy and Emily. My favorite nurse practitioner is gone, most of the staff are new, it is 40 minutes away from my house, and it was taking an average of three months to get in for the routine. I decided that really since all I ever need is routine, I'd just have my family doctor take care of that and just simplify things. Then I ended up with a girly problem that went beyond the scope of my family doctor and she sent me to a new ob-gyn here in town. He's a man, which isn't my preference (apparently I'm not alone, he's the only one accepting new patients) but he has a nurse practitioner and so I made my appointment with her. So here I am first visit giving my medical history and such to both the "triage" nurse (who takes the initial info) and the Nurse practitioner. Both of them (separately, medical staff do not talk about you in the hall no matter what you might think) upon hearing that I was a) not on the pill and b) not using another method of birth control expressed pleasant surprise--Oh so you are planning a pregnancy? Well, I had to explain that no, I wasn't. I was in fact a) almost 40, b) fairly infertile and c) pretty sure my husband was too. We did both get a good laugh out of it--my husband and I. I think he thought it funny that I didn't just have to do this once but twice.
In sort of a serendipity thing, there were two articles about birth control pills in the Sunday paper. One of which made me say, hmmm maybe I should re-think this, until the line about not recommended for women over 35, especially with High blood pressure. Mine is not high enough to worry about yet, but despite all the running, it is higher than I'd like it. I also got a little oh what's the word for when you think you are sick, but you aren't? About heart disease. Oh man now I'm aphasic too--stroke!

No, I'm not really having a stroke. or heart disease (probably). but I am going to sign off and have a cup of tea.

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