My new doctor

I've been seeing a Dr. in a smallish town 2 hours away from me. He specializes in thyroid disease and complementary medicine. He is an allopath, a dentist, an accupuncturist, a master herbologist, has a designation in chinese medicine and is working towards his full designation as whatever a chinese medicineologist would be called :D

He's doubled my existing thyroid medication. Added in an adrenal supplement as well as B-complex, vitamin C and magnesium. All helpful in healing the adrenals.

Let me just say it again - I LOVE doctors who look beyond the numbers. My numbers tend to suck - so they do look at them, but the regular doctors just never look past the numbers to ask the question "why do they suck so badly?" Why do I swing like a pendulum? Something has to be off, some underlying support system keeps dropping the ball.

Anywho, I'm excited. I am back to taking 1,000,000 pills a day. But, I remember that the best health time of my last decade was when I was seeing Dr. K and Dr. A and taking 1,000,000 pills and tinctures a day. Last time I checked vitamins and minerals are actually required for your body to work properly.

Whoo Hoo!!

New glasses

I don't have a very strong prescription, but these help with eyestrain a lot.

I also finished getting all the colour out of my hair. Yay.

I have a master plan, but the first step was getting it back to it's natural colour.

Crazy dreams

I occasionally get these "blast from the past" dreams. I'm sure everyone does (I tell myself that to stay sane.) Dreams where you can see, hear, smell, and touch the object of the dream. Sometimes it sets my day on it's ear. I get to see people that I will always adore. And, I saw them as they would be today, not as they're locked in my memory banks - 20 years younger.

It was crazy, it was awesome, it was heart yanking, it was bittersweet, it was an all encompassing emotional ride that I wasn't conscious for. All I'm left with when I finally come to is a strange combination of happiness from being visited and unsettledness for knowing that I will never, realistically, ever see these people again.

Makes for a mixed bag of feelings at 6:30 a.m.

Hopefully, coffee will chase some of the mixture away.

I'm a felon

Nice. We got our 2% Costco Executive Membership reward coupon in the mail the other day.
Somebody slammed it in the bank and went to get groceries.

Then all of a sudden, our account is in the red??? Confused? You betcha.

I guess I should've looked a little harder and noticed the word *COUPON* and not cheque like in previous years. Oops. Is oops a viable defense for theft?

Add robber to my impressive resume. Oy.

This is me and the kids and my new haircut. I thought the jelly would add a nice textural quality to the image, so we smeared it all over their faces. I think it adds a certain jenasayquaw? (that's as good as my french is - I apologize to Mrs What'sherface that failed me in Grade 8)

So, there's the mandatory picture. Now what?? It's been a long time. It's spring. I like spring. My child who is allergic to every possible environmental allergen known to man (minus dogs and cats) does not like spring. Damn eczema.
Spring feels like a time for new beginnings. I always feel a little more hopeful in spring. I look forward to the growth that spring can bring. I'm a hound for growth. I feel like I'm on this never ending quest for Peace. Peace isn't really my best friend. We've met each other a few times, but we tend to be more casual acquaintances than anything else. I want to take it to the next level with Peace. I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to woo Peace, but I will get it and I will make it mine. Mark my words.

I've gone through a very cathartic weekend. Excellent for the soul. Nudges me towards Peace just a little bit more. It almost feels like a blockage that didn't allow my air to get all the way down to my belly has been removed. I'm a little more lighthearted. I'm a little more relieved. I'm a little less guilty and I feel comfort. Good things for me to feel. Cause sometimes my innards can be more like a sack o'potatoes than anything else. And if this teeny tiny lightening of my spirit is any indication of what I'm after....damn when I finally nab that Peace for my own, it's going to heaven.

My kids

like brussel sprouts. Who knew?

Twins Turn Three

well, they did already, but whatever - better late than never