The name cracks me up - it could also stand for hysterical sister, which I so easily could let myself be if I was not a positive action girl with a job to do. My sister coined the phrase operation 'operation'.
Talking about positive action, from today I am back on my diet plus a home made juice every day and a spoonful of oil (can't remember which one and am too lazy to walk down to the fridge). My last blood test revealed that my iron levels are close to nothing. I think the healthy range is something like 10 - 250 and I am 12. As I can not face chicken liver every day I have started taking an iron supplement to make sure they do not turn me down for the operation last minute because I am anaemic. Of course alcohol is off the menu too until our wedding anniversary in 6 weeks time *whimper*. Perhaps G is going to join me to demonstrate his empathy...............
Excellent, I just took away two of my emotional crutches in a time when I am going to feel rather vulnerable. But I must say that taking the food crutch away is not as daunting as it would have been at the beginning of the year. There is a distant memory that it used to work so well and was so comforting, I tried it out yesterday but it did not do that much for me. Had some white bread and butter - my 'death row last meal' choice. It was nice but not orgasmic - kind of take it or leave it. And this morning I feel rather bloated so it just is not worth it.
I have already started with my Arnica gel that has worked wonders on my aches and strains this year, including my always painful 'computer mouse' shoulder which I have had no trouble with since. I am massaging it into my stomach every morning. On suggestion of my sister I am also going to see an osteopath today - every little helps.
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