As for me, I've just stabbed myself in the stomach for the last time!  
After injecting myself in the stomach for the past 22 nights I'm finally done!  
And after blood test after blood test, waiting for my stupid blood levels to rise ...  
Hopefully next Monday will be my last for at least a week! 
But no more needles in my stomach!  My entire lower abdomen is black and blue!  
And to think I had to pay nearly $30 for each injection!  Which I had to give myself!  
Hopefully now I can start feeling a bit better as I've been super bad.  
But it's all good as, following an examination (requiring anaesthetic),  
I found out that I don't have cancer, after an initial positive test.  
So all I'm doing now is laughing.  
 

lilyr wrote:

stusue -- I am very glad to read that you don't have cancer!  Reading about your injections brings me back to teaching LOTS of patients how to give themselves injections.  And how to avoid the bruising. 

Thanks, Lily!  

I worked out that the lower I injected myself the worse the bruising was, so I ended up just injecting myself in a line across my lower abdomen, just below my bellybutton, which lessened the bruising, as then they were just small ones and were mostly yellow, rather than black.  But boy, oh boy, did it get hard trying to find a spot to inject myself after 22 needles!



This is the third time I've had to inject myself but this is the first time I've had to do it for longer than 5 days!  And you add in all the blood tests I've had, both before and since the examination, I'm surprised all my bodily fluids aren't leaking out all the holes!



My stupid doctor obviously wanted to go the slow and steady approach, rather than the much quicker method that the surgeon preferred - taking a whole heap of tablets right at the beginning, before going back to usual level - and which would have been a LOT cheaper for me ... and a LOT less painful!


 

sunshine and stusue, sorry to hear you all have been under the weather.  Hope things are better now.  stusue, ouch, just reading your post ~ I don't think I could do that.
wendy, yeah I guess you could call it a lift, there's no place to go but up. Perky, probably not since there was so much but they are at least level.  Got on the scales yesterday and I was 13# lighter which I love ~ he told me how much he took out of each and it was a lot.  Still having some issues with a couple of areas that are slow to heal.  I had to reschedule last Tuesday because of a funeral so will know more this week on how they are coming and if there is any infection.  I was so sick Friday I thought I had the flu.  I was aching all over and my stomach was gurgling.  Thought it might have been from a greasy hamburger I ate on Wednesday but most likely was a 24-hr stomach flu 'cause I felt better yesterday.

Last week was a tough one as we had two funerals for two classmates who died one day apart.  The one I went to on Tuesday was one of our class leaders.  He was an all around great guy, football captain, president of our class, big heart and huge reunion promoter.  He married one of our classmates 20 years ago and together they ran a "Prayer Warrior" email chain that kept us all informed of ailing classmates and others from our home area.  He had been in the hospital for quite a while and had just been released to go home and wait to go to Mayo Clinic on March 1.  Our class of '65 were honorary pallbearers and there were probably 80 of us there.  He and I will forever be linked as we won the "Orange Crush" award at our 20th reunion (we all voted on Friday night of the reunion who we had a secret crush on but never told).  When they announced the winners on Sunday morning, I said "where were all you guys in '65".  I still have the award, an Orange Crush can on a little wooden block.  The other funeral on Wednesday (which I didn't get to go to) was for a 26-year heart transplant survivor.  Also a wonderful man, loving husband, father and grandfather.  I didn't know him as well but kept up with all his news on FB.  His widow and daughter sat right behind me at the funeral on Tuesday and could not believe the strength it took for them to be there.  The two guys had also been on the same floor, in fact right next door to each other, at the hospital.  I know our class is super close but that's unbelievable.  Said they had a mini-reunion every time someone visited.

One last thing before I close this book.  My best friend (the one with COPD and who I am doing the X-stitch gift for) asked me a couple of weeks ago if I would be interested in joining a gym.  She has been antsy and needs to get out of the house so told her sure, I needed to do that as well.  We joined the YWCA on Wednesday and as soon as the doctor allows, I am going to start doing water aerobics.  We also were watching a Cardio dance group in one of the rooms and I know I will be able to do that as I love to dance.  We were able to get a lower rate due to fixed income/age so looking forward to it.  They are expanding and are adding new pools, one strictly for women so will love that.  She is a 59-year smoker and Feb. 15 was her final "stop" date so this will help give her something to help her.  She is super skinny and I am super plump so it will be interesting to see how we both do in the coming months.  I have a chance to go to Hawaii in November so that has been my motivation for the surgery, weight loss, etc. plus it is time for me to have some "fun".

I'm having a terrible time posting pics so I'm quickly going to do that and ask what sites does everyone use.  photobucket sucks.



Believe or not, here is my sickly "little" puppy who is all better now and 10 months old.



This is the front of the first rag quilt I finished up the other day.  Used a lot of scraps up.  It was kind of a tester before I did the baby one.  I used a fleece blanket for the middle layer.  Here's the back.

Last edited by oscar66 (February 28, 2016 12:08 pm)

Thanks, Oscar.  You know that phrase "black sheep of the family"  I guess I always feel like the brown sheep.  Not a bad person, but I just don't quite fit anywhere.  I guess that's what happens when you march to the beat of your own drummer, lol.
It was a really nice morning so I took the dogs for a walk, I need to be doing more of that.  I need to start lifting my weights.  I need to lose 20 pounds.  I need to stop drinking Coke and eating cookies.  Why is it so hard?????