Let’s start off with the thing that put a damper on… well, everything.
The bad news
No teeth for Tim yet.
It turns out we misunderstood the process. This time, he was just going in for impressions both days.
In two weeks, he’ll go back in to test a preliminary mold. Or something like that. The process is kind of hard to understand. Two weeks after that he’ll actually get his final chompers.
I don’t know whether it’d have been faster if we chose someone who’s in town full-time. (This guy only comes in twice a month. No idea why, but he’s got almost 40 years’ experience, so Tim wanted him.) But it’s too late now. Tim’s stuck for another month, poor guy. He was really looking forward to that steak.
It’s definitely a good thing that he opted to stay home this year. The last thing he needed was barely being able to eat while on vacation — let alone the crap his so-called friends would give him about the current look.
The good news
I’m definitely going to make weight for FinCon. Last year, I was at 171 lbs when I went down. Still about 15 lbs over my healthy weight, but whatever. I was thrilled. I mean, at one point down here I was 212 lbs. Eep.
Anyway, yesterday I was at 172. Today I weighed in at 171, but I think I might not have had enough water. (Desert conditions mean I need to drink nearly a gallon a day, and if I don’t drink enough I suddenly get much lighter on the scale overnight.) Even so, I have nine more days of working out/eating carefully/avoiding high sodium foods. So that’s plenty of time. And if it turns out I really am at 171 already, then I’ll keep my streak alive of being just a little bit lighter each conference. For now, though, I’ll settle for breaking even.
The neutral news
I saw the psychiatrist on Thursday about my medication. He said that, given the stress of things, it’s not surprising that I’m having a tougher time. So he didn’t seem that interested in adjusting my levels just yet.
Part of me was relieved. I was worried that I’d top out on Lamictil, which would mean switching medications. It’s not something to do lightly.
Granted, this was all when we thought the Tim-barely-being-able-to-eat thing was just about to end. Not to mention the anticipation of having this awfulness over and done with.
On the other hand, I’m needing to lie down a bit less. (A bit.) And I think the exercise is boosting my mood/energy a bit. (A bit.) Hopefully, I’ll come back from FinCon recharged (if a bit weary). If not, we’ll discuss the medication levels at the appointment later that week
More good news
The psychiatrist gave me a prescription for Ritalin for my fatigue.
Those of you who’ve been reading for a while know that I haven’t been able to get medication for the problem in years. I went off Provigil because it wasn’t covered by insurance. I was on Adderall, but then doctors stopped wanting to prescribe for off-brand use. Understandable but frustrating.
A neurologist and rheumatologist both couldn’t help due to insurance approval constraints. Then I decided to just not deal with it until the pregnancy thing had been resolved. But that, for various reasons (too various to get into now), has been put on hold. So I figured I’d mention it at my appointment and… voila!
He started me on a low dose (5 mg), but it does seem to perk me up a bit. Not quite as much as Adderall, but we’ll discuss that at the next appointment. Maybe I’ll see better results if he boosts it to 10 mg.
For now, I’ll just revel in the fact that some doctors still realize that there are ways to get patients the medications they need.
For the first time in probably six months, my gray is covered and my hair is cut. I miss being able to have slightly longer hair, but the lack of humidity here causes my hair to lie progressively more flat on my scalp the longer it gets until I have a whole bell shape going on. So… short it is.
Actually, a bit shorter than I intended. But I like it fine, and it’ll grow out to the right length soon enough. That’s the nice thing about too-short cuts. They fix themselves.
I’ll getting my eyebrows dealt with on Wednesday. I try to take care of them on my own whenever possible, but eventually I either get too carried away or not enough. So I’m willing to spend $15 to get a professional to take care of it this time around. Then fend for myself for a few more months.
I got a facial when one was on special. It was fancy schmancy with an outrageous “real” price (which, given the frequency of specials, I doubt any customer actually pays). But I still tip on the list price, so it wasn’t as cheap as I’d have liked. But whatever, I have plenty of fun money, and it’s a once-a-year indulgence.
I’m also experimenting with some new makeup because I feel certain that somehow, somewhere there is a way to hide the ridiculously dark circles under my eyes. Hope springs eternal!
Point being, I should look fairly kempt at the conference. Which will be good when I’m trying to tell anyone and everyone about my awesome book that they should buy and/or talk about on their own site.
Speaking of which: I’m bringing some copies. So if you any of you guys keep meaning to buy the book… I’ll probably figure out a special conference rate or something.
FinCon time already?!
Having spent so much time preparing for it, I can hardly believe FinCon is almost here. Mom flies in next Sunday, and we’ll drive out on Tuesday.
At any rate, I’m looking forward to seeing a bunch of you, so come say hi if I don’t find you myself. That said…
I’ve been terrible with faces lately. Really, really terrible. I can’t remember if I mentioned this in a past post, but I talked to a woman for 20 minutes without recognizing her. I’d talked to her at the last four parties (admittedly, months and months apart) and I’d been looking forward to chatting with her again. But I didn’t recognize her. She had changed her hair a bit — it was more blonde before — but still…
My point is, if you say hi and I have to check your badge please please please don’t take it personally. If you have your picture up on your blog, I will probably recognize you. Probably. Anyone else… It’s a dice roll.
So again, please don’t be offended if you say hi and I briefly have a blank look on my face. I will see your badge. I will figure it out and then be incredibly embarrassed that I didn’t recognize you from last year. It’s how I roll.