Sunday night dinner again!

I have cheated with the photo.  We are in the middle of getting ready for THIS Sunday but I haven't taken any photos so you'll have to make do with one from a few weeks ago.

So.

What an interesting week this past one has been.

Starting off on a high in Brisbane with SS and his family and then a funeral for Himself's aunt on Thursday.  It was a good ceremony.  It celebrated her life and although there were tears it was probably the most uplifting, positive funeral I've ever been to.  It was a bit of a challenge being open casket.  I've seen many dead people in my work but not in a coffin.  She looked very peaceful.

Himself saw the sleep specialist and as a result is now following the WW plan (under my guidance) and is doing really well.

I started my group therapy (ACT) and so far so good.

I'm still walking almost every day and feel better for it.

And now the whole family has turned up so I shall go and be Mum.

I'm a Grandma!

Stepson has married his partner (Mrs SS).  We went up to Brisbane for the reception (they married in Vegas).

Mrs SS has two gorgeous kids who have long considered SS as their Dad.

On Saturday night GS (hehe) was asked what he'd like to call us and he replied "Grandma and Grandpa".

I'M A GRANDMA!!!!!!!!

Sunday night dinner

We do this every Sunday night.  The kids and their girlfriends and various others come around and we eat, drink, laugh and generally have a good time.

The walking has been going well.  I didn't do an actual walk today but chalked up 8000+ steps doing the housework which is the first time I've been able to tackle it with such a vengeance for a long time.  Yay for happy pills.

Himself had his scopes on Monday which resulted in him being admitted to hospital in a lot of pain from wind retention.  He had a scan which showed no perforation but is going back for more tests tomorrow.  Bits and pieces were removed and sent for testing and he's having another gastroscopy in 6 weeks.

After a while the wind started to dissipate, if you get my drift, and he was allowed to go home with the follow up tests etc.

I had planned to go and see the parents today.  Mum is quite badly depressed so we will have to work out some strategies to deal with that.  She had a friend coming to visit so I didn't end up going today but will be there tomorrow when the doctor visits.

But for now I'm going back to my glass of wine (a really nice lower alcohol NZ sauv blanc) and my book.

storm front photos

I love my pharmaceuticals!

So.

I was up at sparrow's fart (well when my sparrow farts, at least) and headed off the see the psychiatrist.  I do like this woman.  She says "fuck".

She asked me some questions that resulted in some answers that resulted in her making some quite interesting comments.

And she's upped my meds.

Then I came home and went for the planned walk with WW buddy.  We stopped for lunch and it started to rain.  We had no option but to continue to walk back to my place and on the whole it wasn't too bad.  Until it started to hail.  We were drenched.  And happy.  So all is good.

I then went to have my First Ever Mammogram (yes, bad me, ex chemo nurse and all that) and got drenched again trying to find the place.  They gave me a towel I was so wet.  Squeezing bits done and I am confident I will get an all clear.

Then filled the new script from this morning's consult and off to buy wool for Mum.  Not sure if I've mentioned this here before but Mum has taken up knitting as something she can do with her failing eyesight.  Needless to say she produces some interesting scarves but they will be cherished by all who receive them.

A quick visit to the supermarket and then home.  And the weather has been pretty amazing.  I took some good (I hope) photos of the cold front coming across - quite spectacular.  It's now piddling down again, Tom is buried in the wardrobe, a bit of thunder and Himself is cooking dinner.

All is right in my world.

I do love my pharmaceuticals  :)

I want a dog.

One rang me this evening.

I have had a pretty good day today.  Healthy breakfast.  For lunch I chose a weightwatchers soup over the pseudo healthy one!  Decided on cold meat and salads for dinner (and dropped some off to Two and GGF cos she's feeling crook and he's doing freelance when he gets home from work so time is a bit precious).

Then *insert evil music* I saw that Himself was eating chippies so I had some and finished off the box of shapes I opened yesterday (yes, I'm blaming the old bloke - even though I bought the damn things!).  I opened the bottle of McWilliams low alcohol wine and had consumed a glass and a half when ...

One rang me.

To invite me to join him and Ebs on a walk.  I dithered for a minute or two (see above consumption) and then thought "stuff it" and walked over to their place.  Before I left I clipped on the sadly neglected WW pedometer.  We went for a lovely walk with Chloe, Ebs' mother's small white fluffy dog (no idea the breed but you see them everywhere) and Lola, Ebs and One's Pugalier.  Yup, a cross between a pug and a cavalier king charles.  I am not a fan of small dogs but these two were so funny to watch.  Lola is only a few months old and is still at the awkward puppy stage.  We walked from their place down to the beach, along the beach to the river path and then back up the path to our place where we parted.  It took about an hour including pick up time and crossing at lights and stuff and trusty pedo said we walked just over 5 kms.

We have agreed to do this again on a regular basis.

Tomorrow I am walking with a WW buddy.  Well, she was a WW buddy but is now a friend.  We got to know each other better in Adelaide.

So I didn't have as much to drink as I would normally.  Dinner was good and I have no desire to raid the freezer for icecream.

Tomorrow I see the psych again.  Lots to talk about and I'm looking forward to conquering this depression.

In the afternoon I have my first ever mammogram.  Once that comes back clear I can stop worrying about the lump I found a couple of months ago which the ultrasonographer couldn't find.

I really want a dog.  I wonder how I can convince Himself this is a good thing.

And the cats.

never knock back a loving hand

Life has been a bit challenging of late.

I am still supporting mum and dad.  I can't get over the change in the relationship between my mother and me.  I guess good things can come from bad.

Diet and exercise are still on the back burner and health is starting to show the inevitable results.  Combined with some stress and the old back and neck and other bits aren't doing too well.

whinge whinge whinge!

Life isn't that bad.  :)

I see my new psychiatrist again on Wednesday and I'm sure things will be better after that.

I have made some contacts with people from my past.  Some not that long ago and a couple from waaaaayy back.  Gotta love facebook - lol!  It's good to renew friendships.

And on that note I'm off to cook dinner.