Hrmph. That’s interesting. I weighed myself this morning, and I was back down to 201.5. So, I’m still above my usual weight, but by a reasonable enough amount that it could be chalked up to either typical pre-period bloat, OR CC’s Super Cheese-Yummy Chicken Stuffed Deep-Fried Dough Chunks (aka sopapillas). Yes, I think that’s what I’ll blame it on. It couldn’t have been the eighteen OTHER meals full of meat and cheese and fatty goodness. It must’ve been that EXACT meal that put me over the edge…
God, it was worth it.
I did call my nurse, just to confirm that this type of weight gain could be considered normal. She assured me that it WASN’T normal, but that it also probably wasn’t anything to be worried about, unless I started having difficulty breathing. And she assured me that it could not have anything at all to do with the Lupr.on. “Highly unlikely. I’ve never heard of that happening. You must’ve eaten something salty.” were her exact words. Yeah. I ate enough salt to bloat me with SEVEN POUNDS, nearly ONE FULL GALLON of water. Sure. And taking drugs that mess with hormones could have nothing to do with the bloating phenomenon, eh? Whatevs.
I’m just glad I have you people inside my computer to remind me that (1) I should put away the scale. (I won’t, of course, because that would be the sane thing to do, but being reminded that I should put it away makes me remember that this isn’t an everyday thing, that this isn’t my fault, etc.) and (2) that this is just part of the process. Reading that some of you have had similar reactions to the drugs I am taking really put my mind at ease. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
So. I think I still owe you guys a few pics from Austin.
And here we are together (forgive the blur. I am adamant about not using the flash, and G, H’s husband, had an adorable six month old Miss Piper on his lap, tugging at the camera strap. I think that’s as good a reason as any for a little blur!).
If any of you are in the Austin/Round Rock area and/or know someone in the Austin/Round Rock area, you should check out my friend, A’s, twice yearly consignment event, coming up next weekend. She started her own consignment business with a couple of partners, and she’s really turned this into a cool event. They’re called Fairytale Threads, and you can buy/sell pretty much anything you need for maternity, babies and kids. What an awesome concept!
After hanging with these two lovely people, I went to CC’s house, where she made me the Dish of Delicious Evilness…
H’s friend, Ray, came to town, hoping to meet up with H, but unfortunately, H got sick and didn’t come, so he had to settle for lunch with me. I’m not sure what it is, but I find him to be incredibly attractive (ahem, in a completely neutral way, that is…). It’s probably that he’s just so damn charming and outgoing. But anyway, this is him. I had a delicious BBQ chicken sandwich with tater tots from Waterloo Ice House. But, I had to restrain myself from quoting the notorious LL Cool J and saying, “I’ll take YOU on a platter.” I’m blaming the “meee-yow!” attitude on the drugs…
And then, here is a picture from the walk-that-wasn’t this morning. Yesterday night after dinner, I asked H if he wanted to go for a walk with me. He declined but said that he’d go with me this morning. So, we went to one of our favorite places to walk, Reynolda Gardens. And as we were walking (I’m a fast walker), I got a bit ahead of him. And as I came to the gate for the garden, I turned, and H said, in the snidest voice possible, ‘What, are you trying to run away from me? Why are you walking so fast?’
And if you know the Lupr.on brain, then you know that you DO NOT POKE THE BEAR. Do not poke unless you are using a very long stick and you can run very fast, else the bear will grab you and RIP YOUR EMMER EFFING HEAD OFF.
So, I lit into him. And we walked a little further before I informed H that I was now in a supremely crappy mood and I wanted to go home. And when we got back to the car, I laid into him a bit more about how shitty that was, and how I wasn’t that far from him, and I also reminded him that he has the tendency to run far ahead of me when we run together, and that I feel a little miffed, but I always give him free reign to run as fast as he wants because trying to mess with your pace is nigh on impossible.
We talked in the car on the way home, and decided we would go for a walk somewhere else, but we couldn’t decide on where, so instead we went outside to play frisbee for an hour or so. And by the time we finished that, the storm had passed, and all was pleasant and the bear had retreated into the cave. I apologized for snapping, but I still contend that I deserve an apology for being sniped at when I wasn’t doing anything wrong. But whatever.
So, here’s a photo. Gorgeous day. Too bad the minor head explosion prevented us from going any further and shooting more photos.
(Bucolic winding path paid for through the generosity of tobacco baron R.J. Reynolds.)
Lastly, here is a photo of me accepting my award for World’s Dorkiest Girl:
Alternately, this is also the picture of me leaving the store carrying the seven bundles of flowers we used to decorate the tables at the rehearsal dinner. I never miss a chance to ham it up. ‘What good is life if you’re not having any fun?’, right?
So tell me. What’s the most embarrassingly hormonal thing you’ve ever done or said, drug-induced or not?