Tired

11:11 PM! Exhausted. No time to fiddle around with Blogger problems so I've switched the whole "Road to Orlando" thing to blogspot and I'll deal with why it suddenly hates to FTP to sirgalahad.org later on.

I still have to do something about dinner for tomorrow because if I don't cook it ahead NOW I'm going to be eating crap in sheer desparation when I get home from work. And MAYBE squeeze in a mini workout before I sack out. Ugh.

I have a playdate, meeting, work, then home at last. Not to mention crazed phone calls to the painter who won't just leave the paint he is supposed to leave.

Don't want to miss playdate though it pooped us out last Friday. It's my only chance to hang with my new mom-firends-in-the-making.

Saw doc this morning for Julia who looks like she is going to keep the tooth she knocked loose two weeks ago jumping off the bed. Went great -- she charmed everyone at the office and was agreeable and good natured. We're relieved the tooth is ok, but she's lost some weight from refusing to eat (tender teeth, I'm guessing) and she's boinking around like crazy. Can't get her to be still and cooperate!

Trying to go up the big kids slide at preschool, trying to climb up and over the fence, climbing out of her crib and straddling the crib rail yelling "Horse! Horse!", sneaking into the bathroom every chance she gets to use the toilet brush to scrub the toilet while yelling "Wash! Wash!" and all manner of toddler hijinks that have me on edge.

I used to be able to treadmill by sticking her in the crib with some toys but now that she can climb out... can't do that. Can't have her loose either or else she tries to get on there with me saying "Help! Help!" She's big on "helping" with whatever it is I'm doing. I don't mind having the sidekick, but it would be better if it were a sidekick I could reason with.

Wish my own doc appointment was as spiffy as Julia's. While I'm down ten lbs since Dr. H. last saw me, I have to have a slew of bloodwork done and we're talking about going back on Glucophage for the PCOS thing.

Well, nothing doing. I'm nursing her til she's 2 at least now, so I'm NOT ready to go back on the Glucophage. Thpppt. He's not unsupportive of this decision, but not supper supportive either. More like... "Well, let's see what your labs are like and see...." So I'm anxious and not at all eager for fasting labs on Monday.

While in the lobby waiting for my appointment I was reading a diabetic trade journal and it was going on about hormones in diet and the advice given was more fiber, more plant food, more whole grain, more organic, yadda yadda.

I never understand why they just don't quit mincing words and just SAY "Go vegan! It will be much better for your insulin resistance!"

Give a patient the bottom line and quit fannying about. If the patient doesn't feel like doing it, then it's the patient's problem. But don't hem and haw around with it. You aren't giving patients the big picture then and that's just plain wrong.

Gah.