I don't have a duck problem. Haha.
Eric was very committed to finding all of them and didn't squack at how many I just couldn't leave behind.
Cinderella, Donald, Moana and Pua are still there. We found Shaggy but no Scooby. But now I know there is a Scooby Duck. Oh, and we found Beaker. Does this mean all of Seasame Street is in duck form too? I mean, an Oscar Duck for Eric with other ones to hand out from Oscar would be too much fun.
Finding joy.
One moment at a time.
They aren't all for me.
Buzz and Woody are mine!
The villains might stick around for spooky month.
There is a Transformer duck in the back row that is for Kai's Easter stash. He will be sooo excited. He lost his last couple ducks. He packs them everywhere until they're missing ;)
Today's couch buddy.
It's been a busy morning.
An eye appointment first for me. Then to Service Canada to get Kai's sin card replaced. We've lost his card. I needed his number for a form. We didn't have his citizenship certificate with us. Why would one need it if you are holding his passport? Given to him by proving citizenship in their office in the first place. We carried onto Walmart for pee pads and kitty litter. We found ducks!
Home. Then I was allowed to help Eric install the new to us microwave/hood range. We don't normally work well together if it involves tools of any sort. We did ok today. Funny thing...four of the kids dislike the new microwave. Lili hasn't heard it yet. Apparently it's beeps are annoying. ? I am completely unaware of the sounds. Totally unbothered. I would never have even noticed a difference.
I made a meal plan for camping and packed a bunch of food from the house. Then made a shopping list for Friday. I packed my clothes. Eric and the boys still need to gather warm play clothes.
The new purple stick vacumn arrived. We can relax a bit on finding a canister for the built in. I suggested we just use a broom temporarily. This was met with a stare.
I finished up some paperwork I've been dragging my feet on. It was long and tedious but my part is done. Ready to go to the family Doctor for his part next week.
Then my phone appointment with my Endocrinologist. Sigh. I came off the Ozempic because you can't be on it for surgeries and since we're functioning with not much notice I just came off. Everyone says you'll gain weight. I did. 8 lbs in three months. With my fasting sugars up too high I now have to go on insulin and go back to the cgm. Continuous Glucose Monitor. I didn't want this option. Sadly I can no longer control things with diet. Even with eating as strictly as humanly possible. Stupid, stupid pancreas. Now there are notes to the surgeon that there needs to be an on call Endocrinologist added to the team for procedures. I am SOOOO extra. It also means another visit to the diabetes education office to learn how to take the shots. Sigh. Sigh. Big sigh.
The cgm means alarms on my phone. I despised wearing it before. I resent the demands of the phone most days and when it starts alarms because you need a snack it moves into being extremely annoying.
It's hard for bodies to heal with unbalanced sugars. It's hard to be backtracking when I had diabetes in a managed state. Stupid cancer.
Insulin can cause more lows. I haven't had a single low since being off Ozempic. Back to wearing my alert bracelet. I hate it too. Insulin is ok for surgeries and deemed the most gentle option for the digestive track.
I'm incredibly tired of spending time with me. I'm simply too much.
My next Dr. appointment is next week and they are booked as 10 minutes. I suggested she book me two. They aren't allowed. Eric has an appointment too, but his will only be a minute. So perhaps I can steal his 9 that are left. Ffs. Get this, we can't book an appointment for Eric to get the next mole biopsied without a consult first. Even with a recent history of melanoma!
The tmi part.
Marriage is fun. Poor Eric. I went up to bed. Preparing to have a wee sitz bath for the abcessing fistula that roared back into action with a vengeance. However there were blood clots and just too much blood in general. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. So I had to call Eric. He couldn't tell either. There are four options. Anus, vagina, fistula or wound incision. I was tired and in pain so I put on a diaper and just went to bed. The pain was decreased when I woke so I figured the fistula was settling down. We ran our errands and once home the bleeding had started again except now it's clear it's vaginal. Why am I bleeding heavily now, after six days? The pain has passed. I'm grateful to be back with just discomfort.
There are too many details. Complicated, complex, extra.
I was told today by the Endocrinologist that finding new things to look into during scans and tests was totally normal for everyone. We're all just ticking time bombs.
In the distraction realm, I have a friend in our Jeeping community who is going through extreme trauma. She was massively victimized. Her story is all wrapped up in investigations and court proceedings and can be shared at a later date. In the meantime...its definitely distracting. I'm begging her to let me write the book turned tv series.
