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My Life Thus Far
2008-10-04 06:35:43 (UTC)

Uncomprehendable Messes

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I amaze myself by how little I can get done in a day. Just
as much as I amaze myself by how much I can get done in 20
minutes. If procrastination were a course in college, I
should be the professor. Sad, but true.

I started out very motivated this morning. I wanted to get
the house picked up and perfected (baseboards cleaned,
corners vacuumed, kick plates under the cabinets cleaned),
but it didn't happen. I cleaned up the living room, went
to take a shower and when I came back out Kiki had
destroyed it. I don't know what to do with that girl.
She's been a monumental handful from the moment we dropped
her dad off at the ship. She's getting into everything,
making uncomprehendable messes and acting out like she
just turned two! I don't know what to do with her. I'm
trying to be patient, but my patience is wearing very
thin. At this point, paper thin. It's just a phase. I keep
telling myself that. Phases end.

Tomorrow I have a lot of work cut out for me. Cleaning,
cooking and baking. I'm having my little get-together with
the other wives and I'm starting to feel anxious about it.
They know where I live! What if we don't hit it off? What
if I don't want to be friends with them? Worse yet, what
if we end up liking each other? Will I lose some of my
privacy because they could possibly drop by? I sound like
a hermit crab, I know. I just like my privacy (coming from
the woman with a very candid online diary). "Real" life is
different from my diary. Unless I tell people about it,
they don't know it exists. Very few people in my "real"
life know where my diary is. I can count them all on one
hand. Having people in my home is very exposing. I don't
know how I'll feel afterwards, but I'm sure I'll end up
being glad I did it. I might come out of it with a few new
friends :) That's not such a bad thing.

I think I might have a B12 deficiency. Today I noticed
that my left hand started tingling. Then the tips of three
of my fingers started burning. Like really intense pins
and needles. Yesterday the same thing happened to the toes
on my left foot. I did some research online and that was
one of the diagnosis, along with scleroderma, which I'm
fairly positive doesn't run in my family. B12 deficiency
is very plausible. I've got about 75% of the other
symptoms and it's very common amongst people who don't eat
much red meat or who are vegetarian and sometimes it
occurs if you've taken acid blockers for an extended
period of time (I took Zantac for 6 months straight when I
was pregnant). Even before I went veg I hardly ever ate
red meat. Only occasional chicken or fish dishes. So, I
could be borderline. Maybe I should have some blood work
done? Eh. I don't want to.

Last night I went to bed as soon as I finished writing. I
was very proud of myself for that. I got a great night's
sleep. I think I'll do the same tonight. My house isn't
bad. It isn't too much to accomplish by party time. I
think they'll forgive me for not scrubbing the baseboards
once they taste my vegetarian lasagna :) Ciao!

P.S. This is my 1,200th entry...That's pretty amazing...




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