I know, I know. I’m a tardy blogger. I’ve had some medical adventures. As the song says, let’s start at the very beginning.
Nothing's changed, and that's the problem. I'm still short of breath, dizzy, lethargic(OOH, how I love that word! I get a visual image of a sloth.), and my blood pressure isn't being good. Right now, I'm OK. But we went to a different doctor two days ago. She told me that she was going to check for anemia, my thyroid function, and some other things. We would get the iron level results that day.
Well, I was entirely relaxed before they went to take blood, and I think that was the problem. Last time, I had my blood pressure up, this time, I didn't. Towards the end of taking blood, I started to feel funny, and I knew I was either about to black out or come very close to it. I did not want to black out, so I did everything I could to stay conscious. It took a while, but they eventually got my hearing back to normal(sounded like I was in a box) and they wheel-chaired me to a bed. So, I almost blacked out. Gah!
We got the results back I am not anemic. I was so disappointed. It's not that I wanted to be sick, but that anemia would be an easy fix(and, ahem, would help a lot with my paleness). Dr. H kept talking about my paleness. I am still waiting on the other tests.
In the meantime, she sent me to have a echocardiogram done. I got back from it a couple hours ago. I was fine; the lady explained what she was doing the whole time- it was like a biology lesson! Too cool. Oh, and guess what? I have abs. Oh yeah. *Laughs to self*
We'll have some results in the next few days. I actually know the doctor who is reading my echo. I prefer the term "echocardiogram", as it sounds much official, and less like a tin man(OK, so I stole that joke).
I think I'm going to practice voice today. I haven't been able to, and it's making me #1, upset, #2, behind, and #3 INSANE! I tried the last few days and physically could not. It makes me so mad, because I want to so badly, and I can't! I am going to do it, I think. The next time I feel really good(I'm beginning to think that I sit too often, and that's making my blood pressure low).
In reality, there's not been that many doctors. It just feels like it. I cannot wait for my results.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
My Bucket List
Now, I'm going to keep "dreams" separated from things on my "bucket list"". These are just things I'd love to do one day when time and money permit. I'm not putting everything I want to do, like play the piano for the White House's inauguration ball. Just things that are very possible.
See an opera at the Met. Didn't see that one coming, did you?
See an opera at the Royal Opera House. I'm predictable.
Meet a famous opera singer. Predictable, but not very well-rounded.
See Guys N' Dolls on Broadway. My favorite musical ever.
See Oklahoma! on Broadway. My third favorite musical ever. Why did I skip the second one, you ask? Because it's actually more of a movie, but still, technically, a musical.
Meet a famous pianist, preferably Daniel Baremboim.
See a session of Congress(I've seen part of a state congress).
Do the chicken dance with Tishmeister.
Participate in a flash mob. Maybe it will be a chicken dance flash mob.
Milk a cow. Oh wait, I've done that. A million times. Let me redo that:
Milk a camel.
See an opera at La Scala. I know, you're screaming, "Shut up with the opera already!" OK, OK, I get it.
Go wild on a shopping spree. I am extremely cheap, and never go crazy with spending. I'd like to have 300 dollars to go crazy with.
Eat an entire pizza.
Be videoed while drinking a two liter of diet coke in under a minute. I can do it, but it's yet to be videoed.
Get an insane makeover. Just for a day. Blue eyeshadow and all.
Go to wal-mart in a ridiculous outfit. I'm thinking hair everywhere, mis-matched shoes, a HUGE shirt, shorts that reallllly don't match the shirt.
Act completely bizarre to a poor, helpless checkout employee of walmart. Not mean, just weird.
Get a shirt that says, "Billy Goat and Proud".
Get a shirt that says, "I'm with theTishmeister".
Go around walmart loudly announcing annoying conspiracy theories to everyone. I know, I have an obsession with doing weird things in walmart.
Are you scared yet? I think that's all for now.
See an opera at the Met. Didn't see that one coming, did you?
See an opera at the Royal Opera House. I'm predictable.
Meet a famous opera singer. Predictable, but not very well-rounded.
See Guys N' Dolls on Broadway. My favorite musical ever.
See Oklahoma! on Broadway. My third favorite musical ever. Why did I skip the second one, you ask? Because it's actually more of a movie, but still, technically, a musical.
Meet a famous pianist, preferably Daniel Baremboim.
See a session of Congress(I've seen part of a state congress).
Do the chicken dance with Tishmeister.
Participate in a flash mob. Maybe it will be a chicken dance flash mob.
Milk a cow. Oh wait, I've done that. A million times. Let me redo that:
Milk a camel.
See an opera at La Scala. I know, you're screaming, "Shut up with the opera already!" OK, OK, I get it.
Go wild on a shopping spree. I am extremely cheap, and never go crazy with spending. I'd like to have 300 dollars to go crazy with.
Eat an entire pizza.
Be videoed while drinking a two liter of diet coke in under a minute. I can do it, but it's yet to be videoed.
Get an insane makeover. Just for a day. Blue eyeshadow and all.
Go to wal-mart in a ridiculous outfit. I'm thinking hair everywhere, mis-matched shoes, a HUGE shirt, shorts that reallllly don't match the shirt.
Act completely bizarre to a poor, helpless checkout employee of walmart. Not mean, just weird.
Get a shirt that says, "Billy Goat and Proud".
Get a shirt that says, "I'm with theTishmeister".
Go around walmart loudly announcing annoying conspiracy theories to everyone. I know, I have an obsession with doing weird things in walmart.
Are you scared yet? I think that's all for now.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Getting Old
Is this what happens when you get old? Maybe it's just laziness, but..........
I think walking out the door to church and not caring about whether or not you shaved your legs very well or not qualifies as getting old. I guess part of getting older is not caring anymore.
I guess knowing that your outfit is a little weird and not caring qualifies as getting old. I don't particularly care if people think I'm an odd bird. They probably already know it.
I would say that not caring that this is the third time in the row you wore this skirt to church qualifies as getting old. It's not like I'm going out dressed like a hooker; surely they can forgive the lack of clothing variety. I don't think Jesus minds.
I believe that knowing your hair is ev-er-y-where and not caring qualifies as getting old. I'm not quite there yet, as I do like my hair to be at least somewhat contained, but I'm definitely not obsessing in the middle of church about it.
I bet that opting out of wearing high heels, although those heels make the outfit look 100% better, counts as getting old. I didn't want to fool with the 3 inch heels, so I just went with my very small 1/2 inch heels. Much more comfortable.
I'm getting old.
I think walking out the door to church and not caring about whether or not you shaved your legs very well or not qualifies as getting old. I guess part of getting older is not caring anymore.
I guess knowing that your outfit is a little weird and not caring qualifies as getting old. I don't particularly care if people think I'm an odd bird. They probably already know it.
I would say that not caring that this is the third time in the row you wore this skirt to church qualifies as getting old. It's not like I'm going out dressed like a hooker; surely they can forgive the lack of clothing variety. I don't think Jesus minds.
I believe that knowing your hair is ev-er-y-where and not caring qualifies as getting old. I'm not quite there yet, as I do like my hair to be at least somewhat contained, but I'm definitely not obsessing in the middle of church about it.
I bet that opting out of wearing high heels, although those heels make the outfit look 100% better, counts as getting old. I didn't want to fool with the 3 inch heels, so I just went with my very small 1/2 inch heels. Much more comfortable.
I'm getting old.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Blogless
I know, I know, I've been a terrible blogger. I didn't blog yesterday, and the blog the day before was a quickie. Call me a loser. But, as ERT workshop was these last two days, I was busy. I've got something on my mind, but it is unbloggable. Suffice it to say that it involves people doing things they shouldn't.
What am I going to blog about? To be honest, there's more than one unbloggable topic. I'm left here, blogless. Maybe tomorrow.
What am I going to blog about? To be honest, there's more than one unbloggable topic. I'm left here, blogless. Maybe tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Why I am So Freaking Pumped
OK, I don't like to use the word freaking, but it is totally valid here. I am freaking pumped. Let me enumerate my many reasons for glee.
1. I'm going to get to see Tishmeister tomorrow at ERT workshop(which is also exciting!)
2. And if that weren't enough, not only do I get to view her, but I get to talk to her!
3. And as if that weren't enough to make my year, I get to go somewhere with her!
4. And not just any old somewhere. We get to go see her daughters in Bye Bye Birdie!
I am freaking pumped. I wonder what kind of trouble we can get into. I'll do my best.
1. I'm going to get to see Tishmeister tomorrow at ERT workshop(which is also exciting!)
2. And if that weren't enough, not only do I get to view her, but I get to talk to her!
3. And as if that weren't enough to make my year, I get to go somewhere with her!
4. And not just any old somewhere. We get to go see her daughters in Bye Bye Birdie!
I am freaking pumped. I wonder what kind of trouble we can get into. I'll do my best.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Getting Off My Butt
I have a problem. Its name is mixed up priorities. Really mixed up. So, I sat down and wrote down all the things I do every day. The list looked like this:
School
Piano
Voice
Facebook
Exercise
Farm stuff
Ok, these are the things I do every day(with the exception of exercise, but I have to include it). Now, in reality, my current priority list looks like this when prioritized(I am being brutally honest):
Facebook
Voice
Piano
Farm stuff
Excercise
School
In reality, it should look more like this:
School
Voice/Piano
Farm stuff
Excercise
Facebook
It's almost flipped. I am determined to change this. I'm finally starting to feel myself(sans the breathing issues) and I'm going to have to kick myself in the butt to get this stuff done. I want to be able to do my activities in my Junior and Senior year. I don't want to be sorry that I wasted the first two years of high school and then be unable to do things I want. I want to have all my required high school courses done in two years. I want to be able to do early college classes. I want to be able to CLEP out of things so that I can focus on my work. I want to have a life.
I have a game plan for tomorrow. I am applying Moose Man's law of three times on facebook(though I'm not sure he actually adheres to it completely). I am not going to get on until lunchtime. Yep, I said it. Now I have to do it. I'm going to start the day off with school. Two hours of school. Straight. Two hours. Two. No interruptions. Then, I'm going to practice voice for an hour. Yep. Then, I'm going to practice piano for an hour. Only then will I get on FaceBook and do whatever else my heart desires for an hour. After that, I'll basically repeat my morning sans the voice practicing, although I may do a bit more of that as well.
That is my game plan. My only problem is that we are going to the gym tomorrow. I'll have to work around it. That will take about an hour and a half out of my day, but I think I can do it. I am determined, absolutely determined to get Algebra 2, Italian, geography, and writing out of the way. I will not sit on my butt and do nothing. I am going to change things.
Now that I'm all psyched, I feel better. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I know it.
School
Piano
Voice
Exercise
Farm stuff
Ok, these are the things I do every day(with the exception of exercise, but I have to include it). Now, in reality, my current priority list looks like this when prioritized(I am being brutally honest):
Voice
Piano
Farm stuff
Excercise
School
In reality, it should look more like this:
School
Voice/Piano
Farm stuff
Excercise
It's almost flipped. I am determined to change this. I'm finally starting to feel myself(sans the breathing issues) and I'm going to have to kick myself in the butt to get this stuff done. I want to be able to do my activities in my Junior and Senior year. I don't want to be sorry that I wasted the first two years of high school and then be unable to do things I want. I want to have all my required high school courses done in two years. I want to be able to do early college classes. I want to be able to CLEP out of things so that I can focus on my work. I want to have a life.
I have a game plan for tomorrow. I am applying Moose Man's law of three times on facebook(though I'm not sure he actually adheres to it completely). I am not going to get on until lunchtime. Yep, I said it. Now I have to do it. I'm going to start the day off with school. Two hours of school. Straight. Two hours. Two. No interruptions. Then, I'm going to practice voice for an hour. Yep. Then, I'm going to practice piano for an hour. Only then will I get on FaceBook and do whatever else my heart desires for an hour. After that, I'll basically repeat my morning sans the voice practicing, although I may do a bit more of that as well.
That is my game plan. My only problem is that we are going to the gym tomorrow. I'll have to work around it. That will take about an hour and a half out of my day, but I think I can do it. I am determined, absolutely determined to get Algebra 2, Italian, geography, and writing out of the way. I will not sit on my butt and do nothing. I am going to change things.
Now that I'm all psyched, I feel better. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I know it.
Activi....ties!
In my mind, I sing the title like one does the Activia theme song. Get over the weirdness.
I was thinking(very dangerous thing to do, by the way), and a I had thought while thinking. The thought that I had while thinking was, "Self, ya know, if you don't drop any activities, you'll wind up doing piano, voice, and choir, and church choir, and possibly another choir. Yep. Possibly another choir.
I hesitate to put this where, theoretically, Dr. Singalot can see, but it's nothing bad. It's just something I wouldn't voice to him. Get it? Voice. Ha ha ha. Anyway, he conducts a choir. Let's call it Villa Bocee. For now. I don't like it as a permanent name for the choir, but it's the best I've got at the moment.
Anyway, it's a good audition women's choir(directed by a man), and currently made up of all adults, most of them older. However, he doesn't limit it to adults, and said that in a year or two I'd be ready for it. Mom would love to accompany for them, I know. And they'd love to have her accompany(brag brag). She's purdy darn good, and it's not a paid position either. They meet on Thursdays, I believe. My dilemma is this: I am wholly attached and involved in the other audition choir. I also know that Villa Bocee would be a fantastic opportunity. However, time is of the essence. My dilemma is, if/when I am presented with this choir, do I drop one and pick up the other, do both and deal with it, or decline to do(not that anyone's begging) Villa Bocee? It's mainly a question of driving.
To add to the mess, my younger sister is in the other audition choir that I'm in. Let's call it ERT. ERT is a wonderful choir in which I have many friends. If my sister shows little interest in ERT in a few years, then that problem will be resolved, if not, the problem remains.
You know what I really really really wish I could do? The youth symphony. However, they bring in high and mighty guest pianists. I understand, actually. One pianist can mess up the whole thing. Still, I'd love to do it. Our area has one, and I bet they need a pianist, but I hear it's not so great.
I'd love to participate in the operas as well, but geez, I'm already booked. Maybe my junior and senior years when I can drive, and I'll be technically not doing high school, but early college. I'd better get my butt in gear.
I was thinking about the competitions I'm going to do this year. I'm doing MTNA piano auditions, Sonata contest(local, no biggie), probably the Schumann club auditions(though I don't know whether to audition with voice or piano), and possibly NATS(voice). Possibly. I probably need to wait another year. I'll find some in-between competitions somewhere. It'll be fun.
Activi......ties!
I was thinking(very dangerous thing to do, by the way), and a I had thought while thinking. The thought that I had while thinking was, "Self, ya know, if you don't drop any activities, you'll wind up doing piano, voice, and choir, and church choir, and possibly another choir. Yep. Possibly another choir.
I hesitate to put this where, theoretically, Dr. Singalot can see, but it's nothing bad. It's just something I wouldn't voice to him. Get it? Voice. Ha ha ha. Anyway, he conducts a choir. Let's call it Villa Bocee. For now. I don't like it as a permanent name for the choir, but it's the best I've got at the moment.
Anyway, it's a good audition women's choir(directed by a man), and currently made up of all adults, most of them older. However, he doesn't limit it to adults, and said that in a year or two I'd be ready for it. Mom would love to accompany for them, I know. And they'd love to have her accompany(brag brag). She's purdy darn good, and it's not a paid position either. They meet on Thursdays, I believe. My dilemma is this: I am wholly attached and involved in the other audition choir. I also know that Villa Bocee would be a fantastic opportunity. However, time is of the essence. My dilemma is, if/when I am presented with this choir, do I drop one and pick up the other, do both and deal with it, or decline to do(not that anyone's begging) Villa Bocee? It's mainly a question of driving.
To add to the mess, my younger sister is in the other audition choir that I'm in. Let's call it ERT. ERT is a wonderful choir in which I have many friends. If my sister shows little interest in ERT in a few years, then that problem will be resolved, if not, the problem remains.
You know what I really really really wish I could do? The youth symphony. However, they bring in high and mighty guest pianists. I understand, actually. One pianist can mess up the whole thing. Still, I'd love to do it. Our area has one, and I bet they need a pianist, but I hear it's not so great.
I'd love to participate in the operas as well, but geez, I'm already booked. Maybe my junior and senior years when I can drive, and I'll be technically not doing high school, but early college. I'd better get my butt in gear.
I was thinking about the competitions I'm going to do this year. I'm doing MTNA piano auditions, Sonata contest(local, no biggie), probably the Schumann club auditions(though I don't know whether to audition with voice or piano), and possibly NATS(voice). Possibly. I probably need to wait another year. I'll find some in-between competitions somewhere. It'll be fun.
Activi......ties!
Monday, August 1, 2011
My Parents, Adoptive or Not, Will Love This Post
I have a confession. I had a thought. This thought was, "Wouldn't it be weird if I had a boyfriend?" I burst out laughing at the thought.
I honestly cannot see myself dating in the next four years. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that I will not date until I am well into college, and maybe even out of it.
I have views on dating that differ from this culture's. This culture views dating as an activity. I am an advocate of courtship, rather than dating. The difference? Courtship leads to marriage, and dating leads to entertainment. Entertainment that doesn't last.
I honestly do not think it's cute when 5 year-olds have boyfriends. Am I a heartless, mean old person or what? All this can lead to is a bunch of crap later on in the tweens. The minimum age I would put on my child for dating would be 17. My children will understand later on.
My mom used to say something to the effect of 16. That's two years away. This makes me laugh.
Most of this is due to the fact that guys have the intelligence and common sense of a retarded poodle until they get to around college age. This has been proved to me many, many times.
Practically all relationships in middle school end in heartbreak. I say heartbreak very lightly, because you can't know what love is at that age. People who think they know what love is when they don't are in trouble.
I don't think I'm in any danger of someone asking me out. As long as I keep up the opera freakishness, I don't think I'll have that problem.
I'm single and very content with it.
I honestly cannot see myself dating in the next four years. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that I will not date until I am well into college, and maybe even out of it.
I have views on dating that differ from this culture's. This culture views dating as an activity. I am an advocate of courtship, rather than dating. The difference? Courtship leads to marriage, and dating leads to entertainment. Entertainment that doesn't last.
I honestly do not think it's cute when 5 year-olds have boyfriends. Am I a heartless, mean old person or what? All this can lead to is a bunch of crap later on in the tweens. The minimum age I would put on my child for dating would be 17. My children will understand later on.
My mom used to say something to the effect of 16. That's two years away. This makes me laugh.
Most of this is due to the fact that guys have the intelligence and common sense of a retarded poodle until they get to around college age. This has been proved to me many, many times.
Practically all relationships in middle school end in heartbreak. I say heartbreak very lightly, because you can't know what love is at that age. People who think they know what love is when they don't are in trouble.
I don't think I'm in any danger of someone asking me out. As long as I keep up the opera freakishness, I don't think I'll have that problem.
I'm single and very content with it.
Insert Extremely Whiny Title Here
I don't want to be the whiny, sickly kid, but can I just wonder aloud on the internet? What I am wondering is why my blood sugar is so freaking uncooperative. You'd think with the low-carb diet that my blood sugar would be great. It always was when I went on Atkins. Nope. My fasting blood sugar was 115 on one meter and 99 on the other. Why the huge difference in meters, I don't know, but both are really quite terrible.
I've lost 3 pounds as of two weeks ago. Whoop(detect the sarcasm?). Mom says I need to eat more. Dad says I need to eat less. I think I'm eating just right. This is like a medical version of the three bears.
For today, I'm going to be much stricter with the kind of carbs I eat. I ate a lot of popcorn yesterday. This just feels so unfair. It's not like I'm eating tubs of ice cream in between meals of cookies. I'm going to start keeping track of what I eat. This is going to be incredibly boring.
Also, my blood pressure is not being very nice. It's all over the place in the morning. I always feel bad in the mornings, and a lot of times the whole day. My heart beats really fast and I'm out of breath. My chest started to hurt this morning. I don't want to be whiny, but if I can' complain here, I have to do it to the rest of the world. I'm sparing the rest of the world.
Someone said that I need to go to a pulmonary doctor. I'd like to get my blood sugar issues straightened out first. I know that I'm very likely(but not officially diagnosed) a hypoglycemic. Maybe I haven't been eating in intervals like I should. I'll try to balance what I eat and how much I eat of as well as how often.
Know that you spared the rest of the world a lot of whining. Go in peace.
I've lost 3 pounds as of two weeks ago. Whoop(detect the sarcasm?). Mom says I need to eat more. Dad says I need to eat less. I think I'm eating just right. This is like a medical version of the three bears.
For today, I'm going to be much stricter with the kind of carbs I eat. I ate a lot of popcorn yesterday. This just feels so unfair. It's not like I'm eating tubs of ice cream in between meals of cookies. I'm going to start keeping track of what I eat. This is going to be incredibly boring.
Also, my blood pressure is not being very nice. It's all over the place in the morning. I always feel bad in the mornings, and a lot of times the whole day. My heart beats really fast and I'm out of breath. My chest started to hurt this morning. I don't want to be whiny, but if I can' complain here, I have to do it to the rest of the world. I'm sparing the rest of the world.
Someone said that I need to go to a pulmonary doctor. I'd like to get my blood sugar issues straightened out first. I know that I'm very likely(but not officially diagnosed) a hypoglycemic. Maybe I haven't been eating in intervals like I should. I'll try to balance what I eat and how much I eat of as well as how often.
Know that you spared the rest of the world a lot of whining. Go in peace.
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