Phew16:44 Jan 19 2009
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So I finally cracked and cleaned my husbands room to the point I can walk through it and make it so he can change the sheets on his bed. I swore I would never do it, but he has managed to lose his wallet and needed his national insurance number for a really important job application.
I am of the firm belief that the best way to find something that is lost is to clean until it turns up. This has pretty much spread to me planning a big cleaning spree for the next few days. I have convinced him to take all the extra trash bags that will be filled to the dump (seriously, fuck recycling, I do NOT have the energy. If you want to judge me for my non eco ways, feel free to come clean my house:P) so there is a distinct possibility, if my body allows, of having a house I can be happy in in a few days.
I do need to do a mound of laundry though. After cleaning his room I discovered a pile of clothing that puts Everest to shame. Then I need to really scrub the kitchen floor. I have been putting it off because my wrists have been really fucky, but I had a failure cascade with a box of eggs this morning and I don't think the quick wipe up is really going to cut it this time.
I really should have given up on cooking before I started. My hands decided that it would be fun to give me only sporadic service and I ended up dropping more shit than was really necessary. I ended up not tempting fate by putting my food in a plastic bowl. This led to me sulking for a considerable amount of time and wondering if I should invest in some baby bowls and a beaker with a pink bunny rabbit on it.
Watching the scales continue to go down has been keeping me on the right side of happy and my painting, while REALLY fucking tedious at the moment, is moving forward at a non embarrassing pace.
I think I need a break now. I have a Charlie Chaplin film I am dying to watch and I think I have earned it. Then I am going to hit the walking machine before I have a very hot bath with girly smelly stuff in it, some coffee with a LOT of cream in it (I fucking love my diet*) and spend the rest of my night basking in the quiet satisfaction of having accomplished a metric buttload today:D
*I can't remember if I have mentioned my diet on here or not yet. It is actually not a weightloss diet but it is very, VERY good at behaving that way. Basically I was doing some research on seizure management as my medication seems to fall a bit short. I found a diet called the ketogenic diet which has been proven to help children and some adults gain control over their epilepsy. I figured I had absolutely nothing to lose and went for it, and holy shit, it works SO well. It is something like an atkins variant, except it is higher in fat. I know some people are going to disapprove of this, but I want to stress that this is NOT for weightloss, it is for seizure management and with how it is working, I will probably be on it for the rest of my life.
Ockham has noticed the difference in a big way. I do not forget my sentences before I finish talking, I can think clearly, I can use big words and I don't keep zoning out. I don't think I have had a seizure in something like a week now, whereas before it wasn't uncommon to have several every day. Life is really looking good.
There, long post, I have been overdue a good ramble:P
COMMENTS
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Bones
17:07 Jan 28 2009
Sounds like a day to cheat, and have a chocolate bar. ;)
Ockham
20:25 Jan 28 2009
4 weeks, 5 days.