Say What?

I went to the hearing specialist Monday and had my hearing tested. It turns out that I have a significant hearing deficiency in the middle frequencies. The specialist explained that this type of hearing loss isn't because of damage, but is usually hereditary and present from birth. So my questions is . . .

How long have I been yelling at people when I talk????

Seriously, I'm all of 28 years old, need a hearing aide, and the specialists said I've probably had this since birth, but that it must have recently gotten worse, hence the visit how instead of before. Tuesday (yesterday) they provided me with some trial case hearing aides and I can't believe the difference! Its not like I couldn't hear at all, but what I can hear with them is soooo much better!

I'm saddened by the thought that I should have sucked it up and went to a specialist earlier that this, because my boss and my husband both notice a difference in the volume of my regular speaking voice.

Now the FUN part of hearing aides . . .

Any one want to guess how much they cost? I told Jeff they were 'Hella Expensive' and he guessed $500. I told him he wasn't taking the 'Hella' into account. These bad boys are $3000 a piece. And insurance only covers 10%. If I sign up for my own hearing insurance through my office, they will pay $500 each for the 1st year, $750 the second year, or $1000 each if I stay on the insurance for three years.

So I have a 3 year plan to improve my hearing . . .but until then, you'll just have to deal with me speaking a little louder and asking you to repeat yourself every now and again. But at least I know there is an end in sight.

In the meantime, I may cry a little when I turn these bad boys in. I feel like a secret service agent.

p.s. for all the tech lovers out there, I can buy a wireless remote for these and connect them to my cell phone or MP3 player and route the sound directly into them . . .no earbuds or blue tooth required!

p.s.s Welcome to the blogging community Mimi!!!

"If you weren't pregnant . . ."

is the most horrible phrase uttered by a physician.

"If you weren't pregnant, I could give you a strong antibiotic for that, but instead here are some horse pills . . . take 4 of them a day for ten days."

"There would be a one day pill you could take for that if you weren't pregnant. But instead, here's a prescription for two pills a day and a topical cream for that . . . which you should use for 7-10 days."

Maybe the next worse phrase is . . . and you might want to avoid having sex for a while.

Don't they realize I've got at least four weeks of that coming after I have the baby?!?

Shame on them . . .

Home Sick

Yay me . . . .

I was feeling less than perky after working for 4 1/2 hours to close the store on black friday. But I just chalked it up to being in a car for two hours before being on my feet for 5 hours.

However, by mid-day Saturday it was apparent that I was flat out sick.

I don't know what's worse.

Being sick on a holiday weekend or being sick at your in-laws.

Don't get me wrong I like my in-laws. But it is hard to be nice when you feel so icky and all you want is to heat up a bowl of soup or a cup of tea in the microwave . . .

but they don't have a microwave.
I only wish I were kidding.

By yesterday the sinus pressure and icky sicky throat feeling started which in my world only means one thing . .

Sinus infection.

So I sucked it up and went to the doctor because I have no idea what I can and can't so with a sinus infection while pregnant and was subjected to a novice lecture on sinus infections, their causes, and why doctors like to wait until several days have passed before they treat you for one.

All of which I've know since I was 14. But that's okay, I'm breaking in a new doctor. . . he'll learn.

STARVING!!!!!

I sit here with a delicious bowl of creamy chicken and rice soup and a half a sandwich from Panera and I can't eat it!!! I am so hungry, but since I haven't eaten anything since 9 p.m. last night, my stomach has went on strike. I ate half of the soup and a few bites of the sandwich. It all tastes like nothing. Darn these tests that make me fast! They mess up my meals!
Anyway the Radioactive egg test went well. As usual, I waited over an hour to get to the testing area, waited to eat the nasty cold 'glowing' eggs, and then had to lie still for an hour and a half on an uncomfortable table. They turned the radio on for me, little did I know the station that started out playing some classic U2, was taken over by an evil leprechaun who played elevator music for the rest of the time I was there. Ick. I'm so shaky from not eating its hard to type so this will be short. Alaina goes back to party with Meme and Papa this weekend, which will hopefully give me time to make up some work and recover from my lack of energy. I need to pick up yoga or something. Maybe. The last time I tried it, I just aggrivated some sore spots. Who knew that my feet would complain so much about being flexed and unflexed?

Busy weekend . .

The tastefully simple party that I went to Friday was wonderful. I got to see some people who haven't seen me since I was pregnant (two years!!) and bought some yummy seasonings. Everything was so good, if I knew enough people in the area, I'd become a rep to sell it. How can you not love products that you just add sour cream and you have an instant gourmet party dip? I'm such a big cooking person and these products are consumable, so I'd . . oh wait. I forgot I was saying I can't do this.
On Saturday, I got to sleep in. Jeff worked on the bedrooms, still mudding and taping, and Alaina and I worked on messing up and cleaning the house. Guess who did what?
Sunday was an interesting day. I cleaned and got ready to have friends over for supper. It was a belated gift exchange for Christmas. I hit the jackpot! They got Jeff and I a pair of Cutco shears. The kind that the demo people use to cut pennies. I was pumped!!!! Of course the tough part of the day was that I feel down the stairs. I'm not quite sure what happened all I know is that I was walking down after my shower and then I was skidding down the stairs on my backside. I wacked my elbows and head pretty good and the bruises are just showing up today.
Monday was the progress day. I went upstairs and tackled the evil that is my sewing craft area. The Christmas tubs finally got put away, don't get me wrong the decor came down Dec 31st. But the tubs hung around downstairs until Sunday. I went through two tubs of stuff Stacey left when she moved, and most of my sewing area. Inspired by Omaha Mama, I took pictures to post of the before and after. I've decided to use the desk Stacey left to organize my scrapbooking/stamp/craft stuff. And I'm still thinking I need to have that cardmaking party. (healthy snack are a must of course!)
I also went to a GI doctor yesterday. For those of you that don't know I had a nasty bacteria in high school and my digestive track has never been the same. My recent health problems seen to be anchored around heartburn/acid reflux. They scheduled an upper endoscopy for 11 am this morning. Aren't you all jealous? I get to be knocked out and have a tube shoved down my throat. Yay! The only good news is I took a ntoebook and worked on one of the many romance books that I have brewing in my head and since I had to sit in the waiting room for 45 mins, I got a lot written.
p.s. kitty is back to her old self and pestering us all. We're glad she's back!