Thursday, July 07, 2011

WW Weigh-In, Week 18

Followed By Bonus Overshares!

Week 18: 139. Ish. I'm not entirely sure, because I'm still running a fever so I'm not yet back to work. This means that I don't have access to The Official Weigh-In Scale, located at my parents' house (plus they'd really prefer I didn't spread The Plague over their way). So instead this morning I got on our little floor scale, which has an accuracy best described as "quixotic", further aided and abetted by the fact that the dial is way way far away from my aging eyes, and even with my glasses on my reading of it is... iffy at best.

It looked like 139, give or take the wiggle of the dial as I struggled and squinted, so 139 it is.

Oh, and if you want the entire numbers rundown, check the sidebar under my Followers widget. Once I passed 12 weeks it started getting a bit unwieldy; I finally caved and just made it a page element. It is to be hoped that I have a more accurate reading for next week.

Preferably lower as well.


Okay, next is the overshare part. Anyone reading who doesn't want to be exposed to information about yeast infections, menstrual cycles, ice cream or chocolate needs to go away now.

You have been warned.


So it's not enough that I'm sick. Oh no. On top of that, I developed a charming yeast infection. I held off asking Choreboy if he'd please pick up an over-the-counter treatment pack for me for two days because I kept thinking surely I'd be better in the morning and could get it myself before things got too bad.

Needless to say, that didn't quite pan out. Bless Choreboy (best husband in. The. World. Bar none.), he went out with my detailed description of the particular pack I needed -- the one with the inserts, the ointment, and the wipes, thankyouverymuch -- and after only a little struggle due to labeling issues, he returned home with the goods.

I raced to the bathroom for some desperately needed relief and quickly discovered that the degree to which I was hosed had just doubled. Nay, quadrupled. Because not only was I dealing with yeast infection treatment (which is sticky and ooky and just plain aggravatingly messy at best), but my period had started!

Ah, good times.

See, you can treat a yeast infection while menstruating, but tampon usage is not recommended. I bleed like a stuck pig for the first 24-48 hours of my cycle which is bad enough with a tampon/ backup pad combo. With only a pad? Basically, I get to sit here and pray I don't spring a leak.

Then to top it all off, my pads were in short supply because my usual weapons of choice in the period wars are tampons, preferably of the "suck up the volume of a lake" caliber. Since I had to drag myself out of the house anyway, the boys got their dearest wish and went to their summer program for the first time this week and I then went straight from their daycare site to the grocery store one block away.

My plan was to buy pads and two cans of soup.

I walked out of the store with two boxes of "Shamwow is Jealous" absorbency pads, two cans of soup, one box of Skinny Cow Dreamy Clusters in dark chocolate, and two 2-for-$7.00 1.5 quart containers of Edy's Slow Churned Yogurt Blends -- one of Caramel Praline Crunch, and one of Chocolate Fudge Brownie. Chocolate much? I am such a freaking hormonal stereotype.

I'm just grateful tomorrow is Friday so if I go to work I can wear jeans.


Furry Bottoms said...

That is why it is called the curse, I say. Nothing seems to go right when your period starts. Thats my experience anyway. The whole world goes bad in my eyes. Everything goes wrong. But chocolate helps!!! :)

Hope you feel better all over fast!

Dr. Fat To Fit said...

I'm sorry you're feeling bad. You cracked me up with the "shamwow is jealous!" Hopefully you'll feel better soon. Fluids and rest!

Amanda said...

FB, you said it re: the curse. Talk about showing up at the worst time possible, too!

Doc, yes ma'am on fluids and rest. My mother doesn't consider Diet Coke a fluid, but conveniently I'm the grown up now. Hee.

Ah, some days it's the little things :)

Anonymous said...

Yep. Choreboy is a champion extraordinaire for making that run for you and bringing back the right stuff.

Shamwow is jealous - ha ha ha! Be careful, don't stain the furniture. Seriously, I hope you feel loads better very, very soon!

Choreboy said...

*nod* I walk into the store and say to the first worker I see: " I need Monostat, the industrial package." And when I realized the type of look I was getting I felt the need to add "it's not for me". The things I do for my wife...

Amanda said...

I tried to correct his spelling, but as he said, "Like I buy it all the time anyway..."

(pssst... it's still "Monistat", honey)

(and he's still made of awesome)

tz said...

I so can't wait until menopause -- I sometimes hope the Gyno will find something wrong (but not terribly) and give me a feelin' the pain for you...hope you feel better.

Diane Fit to the Finish said...

I am so sorry that you are feeling poorly. I hope that tomorrow you will be feeling better.