Doctor Visits

Wednesday, I went back to the doctor.  The anxiety medicine he put me on last month did not help.  In fact, it made things worse.  I went from feeling anxious to being depressed and couldn't think straight.  I was having bad headaches again, especially when I would lay down at night.  The cloudy feeling was normal from what I understand.  At least, that's what the pharmacist said.  Still, it wasn't working for me.  I got to the point that I didn't feel safe driving.  I was crying a lot, too.  He switched my medicine and now I only take it once a day.  I am taking it at night so if there's any foggy feeling, I'll sleep through it.


They weighed me at the doctors.  I am not happy with the results.  I am a stress eater.  When the doctors started mentioning things like Congestive Heart Failure, heart problems, and the bad news from the fertility specialist was just enough to make me stop caring.  I didn't watch my diet and I haven't worked out in months.   That was a recipe for weight gain.  Right now, I just feel like I can't get up and go.  Hopefully, once my medicine starts to work I will feel more like a human again and can start exercising like I should.


I am forcing myself to slow down and to really pay attention to my body.  I am learning some of the triggers of the anxiety.  If I can figure them out then I can work on controlling my body's reaction to that stress.  It isn't fun worrying about everything and that is where I am right now. I just don't feel like I am good enough to measure up to anyone's standards.  I have to stop comparing myself to others if I want to feel better.


Yesterday, I got out of the house for a bit.  While I was driving, I heard a sermon on the life of Jesus.  The minister was talking about how it is prideful to compare ourselves to others.  He said our measuring stick should be Jesus.  Are we living up to HIS standard?  That really spoke to me.  I am trying to remember that when I want to start being so critical on myself.


Blessings,

Weight Loss Mama

A Year Later

Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of my first conversation with Dad.  I remember that like it was yesterday.  It took almost two weeks from the time I started looking for him until I finally got a hold of him.  That first phone call was so scary.  It took 5 more weeks for us to finally meet, but it was the start of it all.


A lot of things have changed over the last year.  I am starting to get to know my Dad.  I have tried to give Dad the space he needed to process all of this, so things haven't progressed as much as I'd like.  I take comfort in knowing that God is in control of this situation and everything will work according to His Glory.


One thing I didn't count on was the relationship that would develop between his wife and me.  She was so accepting of my entrance to her world.  She has done nothing but show me an example of Christ's love.  No one will ever replace my Mama, but I have gladly give this lady the title of my Bonus Mama.  I am blessed to have such a wonderful lady in my life.


I have been blessed to do what a lot of people in my position never get to do.  No matter what happens, I am thankful that God gave me the opportunity to know these two incredible people.  I am a very blessed lady!


Blessings,

Weight Loss Mama

A New Diagnosis

Oh the changes over the last 4 months.  This year started out so promising.  We had insurance.  We were going to try to have a baby.  Things were really looking up.  Then, we got bad news from the doctor.  He wouldn't even try to help us conceive.  My PCP tried to help us and that ended abruptly when I had a reaction to the birth control pills to try to regulate my period.  From there it just went crazy.  I spent most of January either in the doctor's office or the ER.  The doctor thought I had a heart problem.  That turned into the thought that I had GERD.  The ER had already ruled out any lung issues.  Finally, after 4 months they have decided to treat me for anxiety issues.  The doctor called in some meds that I started yesterday.  So far I am not liking the side effects.  Yesterday, I spent most of the day feeling like my head was in the clouds.  I called the pharmacist that confirmed my side effects were normal.  Today, I woke up so weepy.  I couldn't look at anyone or start talking without crying like crazy.  I finally ended up having an asthma attack before all was said and done. I know it will take a while for the medicine to take effect so we have to wait it out.


Life has been the same for so long I didn't think there was any way I could possibly have anxiety issues.  It made no sense why everything came on all at once either.  I guess my body had just had enough stress.  This has been difficult to swallow.  Aunt Flossie took "nerve pills" but I never new exactly what they were for.  Mom had some issues with depression and anxiety and was treated for it.  I am not sure why this diagnosis was so hard for me to swallow.  I just feel like I am broken person.  I have this whole list of things that made this so hard to accept.  I have many friends who struggle with emotional issues and I don't think less of them at all.  I have always been more critical on myself than I am others, though. There is so much swirling through my head, but I am just not ready to put it on paper.  I have always forced myself to be honest on this blog.  It was my way to hold myself accountable.  So I have written this entry to do just that.


I want to thank those who have prayed for me, for those who are in my inner circle and given me support, to those who have been my sounding board and those who are always there when I need you.  I appreciate it more than you will ever know.


Blessings,

Weight Loss Mama

Big Day

Today was a big day for our family, though. Sam lost another tooth. We were getting ready to leave to go to my friend Amy's house. This tooth had been loose for about a month, but it was so small I couldn't pull it. He grinds his teeth so most of the tooth was gone. I finally wrapped some fishing line around it and pulled it. It look almost 10 minutes to do. I don't know who cried more - Sam or me. I am extra emotional right now as I started my cycle this week.


We have officially begun Birthdaypalooza at our house. Everyone in our family has a birthday between March and August. Mom's and Aunt Flossie's are in March. We still celebrate their birthdays. Landon, John and Jewel-Anne will celebrate their birthdays this month. Isaiah's is in May. June is our anniversary as well as Liana and my birthdays. Sam's is the last one and his is in August. By August, I am sick of birthday cake! Landon's birthday is next so we are planning his Mommy Date for his special day. In our family they get a party/family dinner (usually a combined party for the month) and then we have a special day on their birthday. Landon wants Chinese food so I will honor his request.