WInter Coat?

What the hell? Is this my winter coat I feel? OK, I know I have not been my usual gym rat self, but come on, can't I catch a break?

I usually spend soooo much time in that place. I'm talking 2-3 hours a day. I have whittled it down to somewhere between 11/2 and 21/2. 

I try to be as faithful as possible for several reasons, one being, that my endochrinologist has told me that exercise is burning off the extra synthroid ( I take enough for a 200+ lb man--and I do not weigh 200 lbs), and it just keeps me sane...OK, closer to it. It relieves my stress in a way that nothing else does."Hi my name is Laura and I am an endorphine junkie!"

Well, speaking of Dr. BlueEyes, and I call him that because resembles the now late Paul Newman. He also has a very dry sense of humor, which I appreciate. He is one of the top specialists in his field and people travel from all over the world to see him, so I am blessed that he is right in my neighborhood. I am lucky that UCSF in just so close!

I digress. Again! Getting back to my story and why the winter coat....

At one of my appointments, which I pay dearly for, by the way, Dr. BlueEyes asks me how about my sleeping patterns. Well, I don't sleep well, but I was told by one of by Docs to just take Benedryl.

Dr. BE:" You realize that is not a hypnotic"

Me: "Yes,I realize that..."

Dr. BE: ...it's an antihistamine!"

Me: " Yes, I am aware of that."

Dr. BE:  " Antihisitamines will hang you over"

Me: " I don't think I feel hung over. I don't really take much...just 25 mg."

Dr. BE: "Yes, it hangs you over!"

Me: " No, I don't think it does."

Dr. BE: " Yes, it does."

Me: "...no, I don't think so...."

Dr BE: "YES, IT DOES! "

OK, the exchange continues like this for a while until I got weary of the argument and wanted to move on...

Me: " OK, you're right, it hangs me over"

Dr. BlueEyes had the look of triumph on his face...or was is "I told you so". Oh who cares, he really is quite brilliant. I don't say that because I think all docs are brilliant, really I don't. I have been around doctors all my life and let me tell you, they come in all shapes and sizes of smart, stupid and everything in between...even out of their mind crazy. They are no different than any other sector of the human population.

So, instead of my little pink knock out pills he prescribed little blue ones. Well, not sure if the original dose came in blue. 

So now while I sleep much better, and much longer, the side effects are becoming intolerable.

I don't really mind the fact that I have a metallic taste in my mouth...doesn't bother me. I also know that carbonated drinks of any kind will knock out that side effect....but I learned this tidbit too late. You see, I started to EAT at night to get rid of that weird taste, but I sort of enjoyed doing it all at the same time. I liked the combinations...does that even make sense? I was really kind of sleep walking, or should I say, sleep eating anyway. Now I am afraid that I am conditioned, just like the little a little rat, to eat when I experience the taste or even the effects of my meds. Sigh. 

So,  when I went to get dressed yesterday, my jeans were so freakin' tight!

I even unbuttoned my pants before my client came in ( I had black pants on) at work last night. ARG!

So, you see, I have my winter coat!