Monday, February 10, 2014
Like always my test results came back showing nothing wrong. I'm starting to wonder if I am really an alien or super human that magically heals myself when I go to the doctor. I'm getting tired of going to the doctor and having all of my test results come back normal when I really feel sick. I swear I'm not a hypochondirac! I am continuing my medication and if I don't start feeling better I have to call back to get a referal to a GI for an endoscopy. We'll see how it goes. On the bright side, I've started to get used to the pain in my belly and have expanded my food choices since last month.
I think I found a new goal. I am going to take at least 10 minutes out of each day and read for pleasure. I read a book last week for the first time since Owen finished football in October. I forgot how much I enjoy getting lost in a book. I think that's part of why I don't read that often anymore though. I get lost in it and then before I know it the clock says 8:32pm, Owen should have been in bed 32 minutes ago and hasn't even brushed his teeth yet! Maybe I will have a timer and only let myself read for 10-15 minutes. Then again, Spring football starts again in March so I will need something to do during football practice.