Since people complain.....GEEZ....

Hey all-

Well I've had some complaints that I haven't updated in a while...apparently people enjoy my frazzled and crazy view on life (who knew???!!!!)

So...the biggest news is that I moved home with my parental unit for the rest of the summer. I had been in great debate about this issue for a while due to the fact that I had to basically see my ex everywhere...we're cool, I'm not mad at him and he wants to be friends...so you ask- what is the problem? The problem is I apparently am turning into a crazy ex girlfriend and have found it almost impossible to turn off my feelings for him...go figure- I guess someone in the family needed to be crazy... Well, at any rate...that wasn't the final decision for the big move- in fact, I didn't want to move home and feel like I was running away from my problems, I wanted to face them like a real woman- with lots of chick flicks and a simultaneous affair with two men one called Ben, the other Jerry... No, God made the final decision...funny story...

So, I was going home for the weekend for Holly and Aaron's baby shower in Idaho Falls and I finally had had enough...I was sick of being sick. For the last year and a half I have been putting on a brave face and have not been complaining about several big health issues that I knew meant Bad News Bears...mostly because every time I went to a doctor about them they looked at me like I was taking crazy pills and gave me a pill that was supposed to solve the problem and sent me on my way...so I did what any normal (well semi-normal, we've already established that I'm crazy) grown woman would do...I called my nurse of an older sister and complained... maybe she looked at me like I was taking crazy pills ( I couldn't tell, she was on the other end of the phone line....) but she agreed to make an appointment with this new Nurse Practitioner that she introduced me to and I absolutely love.

So that was the prologue, here is the story. Its Sunday night, I'd just finished a conversation with my parents and my awesome brother about my thoughts of moving home so I wouldn't have to deal with seeing my adorable, gorgeous too pretty for me ex...(I told ya, crazy!!!!!) and they all were in agreement...moving home would be in essence running away from my problems...they basically said I needed another reason that was bigger or better because I just needed to grow up and suck it up and get over it like a woman should (see the aforementioned prescription...Ben and Jerry and chick flicks, what a beautiful combo!) So I went to bed and before I lay my perfectly coiffed hair and clean face on my pillow I decided to pray, in this prayer I said "Heavenly Father...I don't want to move home if it means I'm running away...if I'm supposed to move home give me another reason..." Well, I didn't even consider that I was going to the doctor...in fact, I had quite reserved myself to the fact that I was most likely going to be told that I was a hypochondriac and needed to be put in a psyche ward...I just thought that I would have it dawn on me in the morning- I thought I would just magically have a good reason come to me....Well, it came and it wasn't so magical...

Sooooo....Amber went with me (because that is what nursely older sisters love to do!) and we're sitting in the doctor's office and I'm telling my NP all of my symptoms and she's nodding her head and instead of the crazy face she has a different look- a look of concern... Long story short- after all the math was done with my symptoms it didn't spell healthy (okay I know math and spelling don't normally mix, but in my crazy world I say they do!) In essence, my extended periods of hypertension ( known to the common man as high blood pressure) an infection I'd been dealing with for a year, and my insulin resistance finally put some fire under a doctor's bum! She basically said that her concern was that the insulin resistance was no longer a metabolic syndrome but Diabetes and that my kidneys were malfunctioning because of it, leading to high blood pressure and my body's inability to fight infection! She basically said, that, even without laboratory work, I was one sick little girl and while I didn't exactly have to move home, she had a feeling that for the next few months she needed to be able to keep a close eye on me while I tried to get my blood pressure under control and learn how to deal with my metabolic syndrome more correctly.

Go me! I ask God to take one trial away-dealing with the one that ran away, far far far far away- and he says "Okay Britt, I'll let you move home if that is what you want, but here- take this brand new shiny trial and deal with that!" I'm not complaining- I'm actually kind of happy that I found out what was wrong. Now I can deal with it, get stronger and healthier, and I can laugh in the face of all the doctors who gave me a pill and sent me on my way (after giving me crazy face...)

So- the results are in...my metabolic syndrome isn't Diabetes (yet) however, I was about two points away from Diabetes...and the doc was very happy to hear that I was going to be closer for the rest of the summer so she could moniter my progress. I am now on a pill...a wonder pill apparently, that makes my body metabolize sugar- because, lucky me, it doesnt, and I'll be on it for the rest of my life... but I have to be at a rather large dose and the side effects that you deal with as you gradually raise the dose to a treatment level are not pretty or fun...I won't elaborate, just trust me. I also have to meet with a dietician...the doc says my diet sounds pretty close to what they'll ask me to do, but there are a few new things that they've discovered about metabolic syndrome in the last few years that make your treatment more effective. As for my kidneys- yes, they are being effected, which is why the high blood pressure is going on...but the doc says that once my sugars are under control and I lose about 10 pounds that should go away (hopefully, especially given my family history) Funny side note...apparently my cholestorol level is too low....I didn't even know that is possible, but apparently it is...that's right, I have low cholestorol- don't get too excited...it doesn't mean I get to go out and eat french fries and onion rings...it means that I need to start taking a fiber supplement....which I was actually already doing- so not much change there. I also need to be checking my blood sugar- so I have a handy dandy glucometer (not quite as cool as the Blue's Clues notebook, but I'm sure I can decorate it or something... and it records stuff, that's cool...right?)

So...yeah...I'm home and I'm on my way to being healthy. We hope....I'm also nannying for Amber this summer, painting posts at the apartment complex and taking on odd jobs here and there- all not really because I need to, but because I have to not be sitting around all day or I'll feel like I'm wasting this opportunity to find ways to do something more than fulfill my life long wish of sitting around all day with Ben and Jerry and General Hospital. I'm having fun and enjoying an opportunity to get closer to the fam...which I didn't think was possible...but yes it is...
apparently...

I use that word a lot... apparently...hmmm....a new quirk to add to the bucket 'o quirks...good times.

Well, that's about as updated as it gets...if something new or exciting happens I'll let you know...but apparently (hmmm another one) you people enjoy the boring and droll happenings in the world of the Brittany...I'm honored and flattered...really...

Hugs and Loves until next time- Diva OUT!