And Changes Still to Come…

One of the new changes is I have found myself a new doctor.  On our first “get to know you” appointment, we discussed any medical issues of concern, what treatment I was receiving currently and where I’d like to see it go.  Well, the poor man really didn’t know what can of worms he had opened up with his questions but one of the first things he said when I mentioned about wanting to change to NDT was whether I had an endocrinologist already.  OMG I could have kissed this young man.  I told him no, but I want one of my very own!  LOL What I actually told him was yes, I do in fact want one as I’d like to actually be symptom free for the first time in 26+ years as I am getting very tired of fighting some obscure number that my previous doctor keeps telling me is within the correct range.  He said he’ll make that happen!!  He is also going to remove a small patch of skin on my arm that I’ve addressed concerns about and would simply be happy to have it gone.  The appointment is already booked for that.  AND, my appointment that day was for 9:15 a.m., I was in the exam room before that, seen to, filled out my medical history and out the door by about 9:30.  I’d still be waiting at my old doctors office!  Night and freaking day between the two.  Ten guesses as to which one I prefer, and the first nine don’t count!!

So far, so good.  I am impressed by his bedside manner, his ability to simply get things done with no fuss, no muss. And most of all, how he listens to his patients genuine concerns.  He is thorough as well and I am so far quite impressed.

I will be keeping up on the updates to let you know if this continues, and also to keep me to task and make sure I get what I need to do done.

Future is looking bright!!

 

 

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Oh How Things Have Changed

It’s funny how you start off on one path and years later find yourself in a totally different direction.  Sometimes it’s not entirely different.  Maybe it’s more of a parallel path running adjacent your original goal with some slight (or not so slight) changes.  Either way, you find yourself in a different place than you originally thought you’d be.

Today I find myself typing this on my Surface tablet, watching the rain come down against the most glorious reds, golds and bronzes that autumn could possibly provide us.  The fire is crackling behind me and the smell of spaghetti sauce simmering away on the stove is making my stomach growl just a little and a mug of hot coffee is steaming away beside me while I’m sitting here at the kitchen table.

I am currently residing with my folks in northern Ontario.  We are not in the city.  We are gloriously in the middle of the most beautiful, yet rugged, undeveloped land.  For an example of what I mean, the other morning, approximately 5 a.m., we awoke to the beautiful howls of about 3-4 wolves.  They sounded quite close which was very exciting.  We knew there were wolves around locally, but I’m not sure they’d ever been that close.  They howled a total of about three times and you could hear that they were moving at quite a clip too.  Later on that day, we actually found wolf scat on the road when we took the dogs for a walk.  Evidence that they were indeed close.  Up here you can’t go by just sound as there are large bodies of water around and sound travels quite far.  So while they could have sounded like they were right outside, and they certainly did, they could have actually been several miles away.  Finding their scat was definitive proof they were close.  We knew it wasn’t dog feces for the simple fact that there aren’t many dogs around, they never defecate on the road, and this scat was full of berries and had some fur in it as well.

So yes, I’ve moved from the big city down in Southern Ontario to the wilds of Northern Ontario and I don’t regret it for a moment.  One of the reasons for my move was not just because my parents were up here (they’d made the move about 5 years ago) but also because my daughter followed them up as the opportunity for her to do so had arisen and she took full advantage of it.  And quite frankly, who could blame her.  Look at this gloriousness.  The Goddess has done us proud this fall.

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My daughter just got married (last weekend) and they’ve just announced they are expecting!!  Baby is due beginning of March.  I’m going to be a grandma!!  So yes, lots of changes have happened already and lots more to come too.  Oh, and I also have a new puppy.  She is my new show baby.  I would have entered her into some shows this year, with the move, I haven’t been able to dedicate the time I have wanted nor should into her.  That is going to change as the cooler weather approaches.  We  will be upping the ante with lots and lots of training so we’ll be ready for the spring shows.  She’ll almost be a year, but I’m hoping she’ll show like a pro by then.

Introducing Panama’s To The Moon And Back aka Selene

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She needs her ears to be posted again and her nails ground down again but she is my beautiful baby girl.  She is just over 6 months old here.  Isn’t she beautiful? ❤

 

 

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A Little Eyebrow Update

It’s been a very long time since I had made any kind of post, whether it be personal or dog related.  So much has changed since then and I have so much to share.  The eyebrow debacle…boy, what an experience that was.  I should have known better and had misgivings almost from the start.  A then local spa was having a sale on microblading in celebration of this new service at this location.  Being that it is a professional and long established business, I would expect professional results, regardless of it being a new service being offered.

When my then fiance booked the initial appointment, never once did anyone say that it would be over multiple appointments.  We were under the impression that it was a one and done appointment.  Should have known better.

When I arrived a few minutes early to my appointment time, I was asked if this was the waxing appointment.  I responded with no, it is a microblading appointment.  I was then informed that I would need my existing eyebrows waxed and dyed.  I blinked a couple of times debating on how I want to address this mess and apparent severe lack of communication.

I decided to start from the beginning.  I asked her what the steps would be in getting my eyebrows microbladed.  She explained the first appointment would be the waxing and dyeing (to make the eyebrows a uniform colour…this I questioned in my head at the time) and about a week later, the first microblading appointment.  And about 30 days later the second and last appointment would be scheduled to fill in the eyebrows.  The waxing/dyeing is NOT a part of the sale pricing.

I opted to go ahead with the appointment and paid the waxing/dyeing fee.  The woman who was the supposed professional, was friendly enough and got on with the waxing and shaping.  Neither of which would have been a lot of work seeing as there simply isn’t a lot to work with.  Red flag #2 was when she consulted her book as to the next step.  I’ve already paid for it so I may as well continue.  Should have known better.

She asked me to choose a colour.  Well, I am a dark blonde naturally, but as I’ve gotten older, I have developed a silver streak that frames my face while the rest remains a dark blonde.  My natural eyebrows are a dark blonde so they aren’t dark at all.  Due to my colouring, to go dark would be insane as they’d look like giant dark caterpillars on my face.  The choices were either a stupid blonde, chestnut brown or black.  Like WTF?

So she mixed up a custom blend which ended up being quite close so that all worked out well.  Then she dyed my existing eyebrows with that colour and we waited.  The end result of the dyeing, I really liked.  I should have stopped there.  One day I’ll actually go with my gut and bring things to a halt when things feel wonky.

I was happy with the results so far so I felt somewhat confident moving forward.  Went to my second appointment which was the first of the actual microblading appointments.  She had the correct colour mixture all ready and confirmed by me.  She again consulted her book and this is where I truly should have brought things to a halt.  When she shaped my brows with a pencil to mark where she would microblade, I almost had a heart attack.  She said she’d be doing it within the lines of the outline so they’d no be as thick as that.  Thank the fucking gods for that as they’d be horrendous.  So I cautiously allowed things to continue.  It was a time consuming process but wasn’t uncomfortable at all.  My tattoos were much more uncomfortable than that by a long shot.

I have no words for how I felt when I first saw my reflection.  I wanted to cry.  My biggest fear had come true…I had horrendous caterpillars on my face that were much too wide, piss poor shape and a horrid colour.  All I kept thinking was that I had to walk out of this store into a highly populated mall in order to get my car to drive home after I’ve let loose the tears that were threatening to burst forth.

I was stunned…the staff kept looking at me and they seemed concerned, as was I, as to what she had done to my face.  She told me not to scrub my eyebrows or scratch the scabs etc or the colour wouldn’t take.  You can bet your arse that I went home and scrubbed the hell out of my brows.  Thank the gods, that took most of the colour out..although it did make them bleed.  Over the next week or so, I made sure to remove any scabs and remnants of colour that I could.  Thankfully I was successful and there was no trace of colour to be found.

Now please do not misunderstand me regarding microblading.  I am looking at trying it again…with a different company.  One which I’ve done a lot of research on and I’ve seen a lot of before and after photographs.  I’ve also seen her tattoo work regarding permanent make-up and have been very impressed with the results.

My complaints are with this woman and this particular business alone.  I found the whole experience unprofessional from beginning to end.  They should have also been clear that it wasn’t just the service that was new to them but that it was also new to their employee.  Clearly she had little to no experience and the onus was on the company to make that known.  As a customer, I am trusting that they know what they are doing as that shit is going on my face and is going to be seen by everyone for some time to come.

When I do make the move to have them done, properly this time, I will be doing so with complete confidence she knows what she is doing and that they will look fabulous!

 

 

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I’m going to have eyebrows again!

Hypothyroidism comes with many symptoms. One of which is losing your outer eyebrow so what you’re left with is pencil thin. I don’t pluck them as there is nothing really to maintain as they don’t grow back so the shape of them never alters. Until Thursday. On Thursday I’m taking the plunge into the world of microblading. I’m getting my brows back!!

I’m nervous about it to be honest but also excited! I shall post before and after pics, keeping in mind there are usually two appointments for them to look natural.

Wish me luck!!

I’m Tired of Being Tired

You know the kind of tired I mean.  Right deep into your bones tired where even the thought of doing the simplest of tasks makes you want to cry but you don’t have the energy to even do that.

I know I’ve a lot of a lot of things on my plate right now what with working and being a full-time student.  The stress of work pushes me to ensure completing the other, but it wears you down.  Coupled with housework being on the decline because of the lack of direction from me and my lack of time to see that it’s getting done (forget about it being done properly).  Let’s not even go into how much time I don’t have for the dog which I feel guilty as hell about.

Two years of constant lack of sleep due to stress of maybe I’m too old for this and wondering what in the hell am I doing in a class of 20 year olds.  This fourth term is absolutely insane with the demands of the amount of weekly study hours that is needed to pass let alone succeed.  I’m not sleeping which definitely is not helping the studying, or my temper.

I’ve never been one to sit down and feel sorry for myself.  I’ve always believed that if you don’t like something, find a way to fix it.  The onus is on me to make changes, not one someone else to do it for me.  But today, right now, I could curl up in my bed and just cry myself into exhaustion.  But I don’t have the time for that kind of self indulgence and I sure as hell don’t have the energy for it.

I’ve currently given up fighting my doctor on switching me over to NDT as well.  I just can’t do that right now, which annoys the hell out of me because I know that would help me with my sleep, concentration and focus.  I will start back up in May when I am off for the summer.  It’ll be easier to fight him when I’ve only got work and life in general to contend with.

For now I’ll continue with my Synthroid, iron supplements, no sleep and general grumpiness…but most importantly, I’ll continue moving forward.  It may be on fume and automatic at times, but I’m still chugging along.

 

Thanks for listening to me rant.  I’m off to bed…to toss and turn and fret over every little thing.  Night!

 

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Hypothyroid and Life’s Little Challenges

Life has changed for me a lot over the last couple of years.  Shortly after losing the baby I lost my job…exactly 30 days after actually.  Now the job opportunities in southern Ontario are not exactly lucrative.  One of the only guaranteed jobs available is in a call center and yeah, not exactly appealing but always there as a last resort if need be.

Unemployment is no joy and being on unemployment insurance is no picnic either but at least the bills are getting paid, right?  Six months goes by with me applying for anything and everything locally for my skill set and they are either not paying a lot or it’s too far away to make the travel worth what they are offering.  At this point, desperation is starting to set in because I’ve been unemployed for far too long and if I wish to stay living with the man I love, I need to be working so I don’t drive him nuts.

When you are on unemployment insurance for x amount of weeks, they send you to a mandatory information session regarding resumes, successful interviews etc.  They also discuss retraining.  I had been thinking about that but wasn’t sure it was something I could do given I’m (at the time) 43 years old and been out of the school system for a long time (I don’t want to crunch those kind of numbers personally lol).  Well one of the options was a program called Second Career.  There were quite a few requirements needed in order to qualify for applying to this, and I mentally checked them all off and decided I might as well find out more.  Long story short (this was in July) I applied, got accepted and then, with the government being what it is, I wasn’t inform of my acceptance or denial until after the school year had already begun in September.  Luckily I was instructed to go ahead and get my books etc and attend.  Three days in I had to go and fill out all the paperwork to make it official.

Now going back to school amidst 18-23 year old students was a little intimidating to say the least.  I will admit that I didn’t have the best study habits when I was younger, but then I was blissfully unaware that all of my grades in high school really would have a major impact on my life.  And yes I was told that, but really, what do parents truly know of life?  Oh to do certain things different if one could.  *sigh*

But my biggest fear was brain fog.  Would it keep me from absorbing the information that I needed to retain not only for that class but for the tests?  I was terrified that brain fog would add to the disadvantages I already faced as a mature student.  My first semester was interesting and quite the adjustment to say the least.  It took a while to get used to school life once again, but I was thoroughly enjoying myself and had met a good group of people.  Although, when one of the professors told us there is a 65% drop out rate, I was freaking out just a little on the inside wondering what the hell I’ve just got myself into.

My first term came and went and ended with a 86% GPA.  Not too shabby having been out of school for so long.  I knew that it was only going to get harder from here as we’d been warned over and over that it is one of the toughest programs the school has.  As a side note: seriously? Who says that to students, especially mature ones?  The ones that still aren’t sure they’ve made the right decision but are trying their damnedest to succeed anyway.  Grrrr.

Anyway, second semester was much harder as I got sick on three separate occasions which ultimately meant I missed far too many classes.  Due to that, although I had a great classmate and friend that gave me a copy of her notes, I still struggled to catch up and continued to struggle right up until the end of the first year.  *phew!*  I made it, but my GPA dropped drastically.  My struggling to catch up for some reason hindered my learning current information as I was worried about what I didn’t know so much.  I really was an evil circle.  But I passed all the classes but at what price?  The stress of not being able to catch up caused me to feel like I was constantly treading water which added more stress.  The insomnia didn’t help either.  I was exhausted.  Trying to keep the brain fog at bay, study, work and life….all trying to take priority of my time.  Some days I didn’t know which way to turn.

This first year has been a lot of fun, a lot of stress and a lot of trial and error.  I now know I need to organise my life more.  I need to allot studying into designated time slots and stick with it.  I’ve made myself a goal for this year.  I want to end my second year with a 90% GPA.  I know I can do it.  I just need to get my shit in order.  Organisation means less stress which should mean more sleep, which in turn should help with keeping the brain fog at bay.

Oh and by the way, I’ve tried most electronic organisers and was left disappointed which I found to be the same even most paper organisers.  However, I found Passion Planner right before school and they have free downloads and a YouTube channel to demonstrate the many different ways you can use it.  And I’ve found it to be better than anything out there.  It is still a young company but their customer service is outstanding, they have new cover designs regularly and they have a great kickstart program as well.

http://www.passionplanner.com

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqHQiQpT0UkmF73-y9JHbCw

https://www.facebook.com/thepassionplanner/

 

I don’t normally endorse anyone, but I honestly love this system and I’m just starting my second year using the Passion Planner and won’t switch to using anything else as they just don’t compare.  🙂

#passionplanner #life #brainfog #thyroiddisease #hypothyroid #synthroid #hypothyroidism #backtoschoolafter40 #maturestudent #whatinthehellamIdoing #gluttonforpunishment

 

 

 

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Part 3- Puppy Producers

This is the last segment to this series. Totally agree with all the points made. Goes to show that the facts don’t back up what the animal rights groups have been shouting all these years. Makes you wonder why they lied about it, doesn’t it?

Let's Talk Dogs...Logically!

When I started writing Part One of this subject I had no intention of needing a Part Two. And when I finished part two I felt relieved that I was finished – I didn’t like the pressure of people waiting for me to publish the next segment.

But as I started trying to write about responsible breeders vs puppy producers I realized that really, the whole topic is just a continuation of part one and two and I should write it like that. So here’s part three, and it looks like there’s going to be a part four. Get your reading glasses out!

Part Three – Puppy Producers

In part one I spent a little time going over the landscape of dogs in the US. In recent years there are fewer dogs coming from AKC breeders, fewer dogs in shelters overall, and eighty- three percent of dogs in…

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Hypothyroidism Sucks!

What does being hypothyroid mean?  Sounds like a relatively simple question, doesn’t it?  I mean, if you ask anyone on the street, they just tell you that you’re on medication for life.  Hell, even doctors tell you that.  And that’s pretty much all they tell you too.  But is thyroid disease as simple as that?  Hell to the no!

What does being hypothyroid mean to me?  Simply put, everything.  Having been diagnosed 20+ years now has put some perspective on this, but the last few years have been the most enlightening.  The first few years it meant regular blood tests and obviously daily medication.  I didn’t think much of it for many, many years.  I took my pills, I did regular TSH testing and that really was the sum of all I and more importantly, my doctor did.

Now in all this time, my symptoms really didn’t go away.  I still felt tired, some days more than others.  I still found most things a lot more effort than they should have been to accomplish.  My doctor watched my levels, he’d ask how I felt, I told him, he’d tell me to keep an eye on it and if it got worse, we’d see about upping my medication.  it never got worse per say, but it certainly didn’t get any better either.  For all intents and purposes, I was still hypothyroid due to my symptoms vs having thyroid disease (symptom free with the right medication) and shouldn’t have been.  It wasn’t until I developed additional symptoms that I started doing my own research.

I’m still trying to get my doctor to the same level as I am in regards to more knowledge of this disease and I’ll give him credit, as he has been doing some research on his own and he’s slowly coming along.  But I’m just tired of struggling with fighting not only my symptoms, but to get proper help as well.  I’m tired of the long bouts of insomnia, the development of gallstones, the occasional need to get outside immediately because I feel like I can’t get enough air.  I’m tired of struggling to keep the brain fog at bay.  I’m tired of the months of pain in one (at a time) area that randomly starts up for no apparent reason.  I’m tired of working my ass off in the gym 6 days a week with both cardio and weights, improving my diet (yes, getting my macros right) and it not making a damn bit of difference in my weight.  I’m tired of weighing up how badly certain things need to get done because I am so drop dead tired right to my soul that I don’t even know how I’m still standing and dear lord, do I really need to do that giant pile of laundry or god forbid, take the dog for a walk right this very minute?  *sigh*  Yes, yes you do because it’s not the dogs’ fault you’ve got this pain in the ass disease, not to mention going to work or school naked is generally frowned upon.

I’m a responsible adult dammit but some days I just want to tell the world to fuck right off!  Even if the world were on fire, do not disturb me cause all I want to do is hide under my blankets feigning sleep cause who the freaking hell can sleep when your tired as sin but your body is so screwed up it won’t let you do anything but just lay there staring up at the ceiling?

Who’s bright idea was it to come up with a disease that makes you so tired you can barely keep upright yet as soon as your head hits the pillow it at the same time laughs at you and says “Nope!  Not tonight sweetheart.  Tonight we’re going to toss and turn and never get comfortable and just watch the time crawl by one minute at a time”?  I think we need to hunt that ass down and do unspeakably painful things to him.  Who’s with me?

 

 

 

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