Sorry for the absence, but Romy has a bad cold, which means little to no sleep for anyone. Right now, she's in her crib coughing repeatedly, even though she was out cold when I put her down for a nap. Poor kiddo.
I am apparently in the middle of torturing myself with doctor's appointments, since I am fifteen minutes away from a dentist appointment (not technically doctor-like torture, but still unpleasant). The results of last week's blood draw were shared at my physical this week, and they weren't bad but they weren't good. My cholesterol, which I was worried about, is normal, but my glucose (I think?) is a little high. So the doctor gave me this diabetes diet, which essentially was like, "No carbs. Don't even eat bananas or red apples because they have sugar!" I think I may have heard everything she said to the extreme because she's not even making me go back to get it rechecked. Seriously, I think the whole thing is because I eat dessert and candy EVERY day. So, yeah, I did need to cut back. But I don't want to change my entire eating lifestyle (and it's not a chub issue; I actually weight the least I've weighed since my super skinny college days.), and I don't want to feel guilty whenever I have a dessert. I think I may call the doctor back and say, "Look, if I start eating (gag) brown rice, (gag) whole grain pasta and bread, and save the desserts for the weekend, am I OK? Because I don't need any more food issues in my life." Oh, and I'm also vitamin D deficient. Which means I'll be a hunchback any day now.
More pleasant (but possibly frightening) is that someone finally put up this brilliant David Silver song from "90210." I like to think of it as me and Matt's song. Enjoy, and try not to heave.