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We are engaging in a modified lifestyle plan

It includes the following…

Daily

Intake

Excluding

Treats

this is to be combined with

Expending

Xtra

Energy

Regularly

Cutting

Inches from

Sagging

Extremeties

I may have suspected this was necessary when I had to buy a pair of size 14 trousers to take on holiday.  I think the equivalent size in the States is about 357!  And then I found this…

That was July 2007!  Let’s take a shufty at August 2010 – don’t panic or reach for the sick bag I have more clothes on…

I am now off to eat a someting to cheer me up – ohhhhhhhhhhhhh no I can’t do that now, I know I’ll go and kick Bernard instead  – that should do the trick!

Lay off the exercise!

I’m sure you’ve all seen those programmes, Jerry Springer, Maury, etc even if it’s just as you hastily flick past whilst channel surfing.

‘Tell your husband why you’ve brought him here today?’

‘Little Jim Bob Wafflebottom Jnr may not be yours!’

‘What?????????’

‘Did you ever suspect that you may not be the daddy?’

‘No!’

‘Never?’

Close up of cute chubby black baby.

Cut back to blond haired blue eyed Aryan looking couple

‘No!’

‘Well we have the results.  In the case of Little Jim Bob Wafflebottom Jnr you are…… NOT the father!’

I’ve never understood why people would go on those shows to share their secrets, well now I do.

Meet Sean. We did.  On the ‘landing’ at 10z at the Royal on Friday where Sean asked had I found my house keys.  I assume I displayed a somewhat horrified facial expression.

Sean:  ‘He still doesn’t know.’  Clue in the title of the post – DON’T TELL BERNARD!

B:  ‘What keys?’ or ‘Have you lost your keys?’ – It was one of those two I can’t remember exactly I was in shock.  St Anthony’s not helped so far, Sandy.

Fortunately Joan came out of the unit to give me a hug because I’d knit a little Myeloma Buddy for her grand-daughter who is only a few weeks old and B was distracted briefly.  There were some subsequent questions but fortunately I was saved by the lift.

Back to Maury – People chose to air their dirty (filthy) laundry on these shows because their husbands don’t start asking for intimate details of when they last had the keys, what time was it exactly, what were they wearing, what was the weather like, etc.  They have a disbelieving reaction in front of the audience and then you get a breather and get to chat to Sean about myeloma, and it’s only after you leave Sean and company at Phelbotomy and are approaching the coffee shop that B says ‘When were you going to tell me about the keys?’  – I’m gonna go with never if I couldn’t find them.

Then you get another reprive because a lady in the queue has myeloma.  How do you know this – well as I’ve read previously about receipients of the MM award (well except me), she was really nice, funny and pleasant  so I thought she must have myeloma.   Okay, what really happened was she commented on the sharpness of the knitting needles I had sticking precuariously out of my box and how she could do herself a mischief if impaled on them.  She then asked me how I was doing.  I didn’t know her from Adam and she’s enquiring about my well being.  She said her grandson has lukemeia, so I said that I had a blood cancer too, myeloma and it turns out she does.  Diagnosed last November.  I looked well, she looked well and B looked like he was going to have a fit if I didn’t tell him what I wanted to drink!  Her grandson is six – what a ________________ (insert own words, mine would have made a docker blush).

We sit down and it’s back to the keys – are you sitting down?  It’s a good job I was.

B:  ‘I suppose it’s my fault for telling you to take them with you.’  (Now he hadn’t managed to get any sleep before we left home so I know there’s not a pod under the bed.)

Me:  ‘Er, no.  It’s actually just as well you made me take the car key off and leave that at home.’

B:  ‘I wondered why you were using the side door keys.  We’ll get you some more cut.’

So thanks Sean, really!

Prior to this we had met our new consultant – not the one I expected but apparently two of them share the clinic.  Fortunately I had heard very good things about this doctor and he is a professor too – I just refuse to see anybody less now.  It was just as well I knew how well regarded and loved he is by his patients because there was one downside – he wears a white coat.  I’ve never been any good with anything medical even regular doctor’s appointments – but previously I’d had so few of them, about five in the last 30 years, so it wasn’t that big of a problem, and obviously I’ve gotten over this phobia, needs must and all that, but white coats still freak me out a bit, and now I’ve got past that too.

We sat there whilst he went through the blood results – went through the blood results – okay I typed that twice but the last consultant didn’t even say the blood results were okay, not okay or I seemed to be full of blackcurrant cordial instead of blood.

Now restrictions aren’t as stringent on crowds but common sense is advised – er, well, good job B has enough for both of us.

Acupuncture is okay.  This did produce a pause, apparently because there can be a risk of hepatitis but when I said my acupuncturist is also a nurse, the Prof was satisfied her standards of hygiene would be good.

Normally I’d have to get my prescriptions from our GP but the Prof gave me a prescription there and then for the Aciclovir and Septrin – even asking how I would like to take the Septrin as there are two options.  I asked about Bonefos and whether I could take it once a day rather than two (1,600mg), Prof double checked – yes I can – would I like some adding to the prescription now – oh okay then.

B asked about surgery on the collapsed vertebra but the Prof said this is done as a last resort and since I’m not in pain with it I don’t think I’d consider it just for the sake of gaining back an inch in height.

Good news for B

Takeaways are now acceptable.  We had one on Friday and it was gorgeous.  They’d missed us and the nice man from the takeaway asked how things went when I placed the order.

Lay off the exercise – Why B thinks this is good news I don’t know, only the other week he said if he could wrinkle his nose (think bewitched) I wouldn’t have myeloma – awwww, don’t get the hankies out yet though – this was followed by I’d also have a hot body – still thinking awwwww?

I had been getting a bit of not pain, more stiffness in my lower back last week.  I’d done 20 mins on the exercise bike, moved up to the big elastic band and done more driving than usual.  It’s more when I get up from sitting and walk, for a short distance, like I’ve had a bit of a mishap (although standing up ironing today for half an hour aggravated it a bit).  The Prof thought it was unlikely to be the myeloma but if I was still getting problems they’d x-ray it next time we went however I should go back if I get any numbness in my legs or it gets worse – and lay off the exercise! L  This was perhaps helped along by B doing the ‘Paula’s problem is she pushes herself too much’ routine.

So this week I’m going to do nothing but knit and eat – we’ll see how B feels about me pushing myself when I look like Violet Beauregarde and he has to grease up the door frame to get me out of the house!  And I wonder if I can change Professors until I get one that says ‘Yeah no worries, exercise all you want, just remember to stop if you hear something snap’.

Now here’s a funny thing…

Don’t you just love the dog’s attitude it’s really ‘wearing’ that hat – as opposed to any the dog I know who would be rubbing their head along the floor and pawing at it.  In case anyone is tempted to purchase one – here’s a link to the etsy shop which sells them!

No, the funny peculiar as opposed to funny ha-ha thing is muscle soreness.  I suppose it’s to be expected but from exercising with the elastic band to using the weed whacker – thanks to Sandy we no longer have a strimmer, we now whack weeds

‘Hey B, do you fancy doing some weed whacking?’

Sounds so much more exciting than

‘That could do with strimming.’

B didn’t think it was a good idea on my part to weed whack and got a little bit huffy when I stated politely (really) that if I didn’t do it who was going to.  And then yesterday when he hoovered (you will be pleased to learn I don’t hoover, for two reasons it doesn’t agree with my back and I HATE it) I asked if he would do the two back bedrooms as well.  I was in the smaller of the two and it turns out that he hoovers as far as the cord will stretch from the other room!!!!!!!!

Anyhoo, enough husband whacking, getting back to the point, my muscles seem to get a little bit sorer for a bit longer than I would expect.  This could be due to lazing around, otherwise known as convalescing, and them getting used to this, that any weight lost on ‘holiday’ was lean tissue rather than fat (what a swizz) or lack of a more nutritious diet.   I have included more fruit, mostly tinned, since my appetite has picked up but I probably need to eat more protein now and then I’ll be able to move up to the BIG elastic band!

Exercise Bike

I put it together and had a go. Apparently I’ve done 10 somethings. It doesn’t state the unit it may be miles but I think it’s probably metres. I’m going for a lie down.

Exercise, Nutrition & Needles – not sewing ones

I ordered an exercise bike on Thursday which arrived on Saturday. Last night I unpacked it and the very last bit I got out which was the main part looked like it had been charged by a rhino. The company are sending me a new casing and in the meantime I’m going to put the rest of it together to see if it works because I need to get this fat shifting.

I have received from the nurse at Myeloma UK a couple of leaflets on stretching and strengthening exercises for people with Myeloma. They are really good but a little basic compared to the Oxygen magazine I subscribe too but then I thought well they were probably originally designed with an older age group in mind and I need to consider my collapsed vertebra (just the one fortunately) so maybe no handstands yet. The professor we meet re the stem cell transplant said no lower body exercises, that walking or cycling should be enough but I really liked doing squats and I don’t think I’m yet ready to part with my 7ft barbell. Don’t tell hubby I’m even thinking about the barbell.

I’ve started going back to an acupuncturist. I went when my back problem was thought to be muscular. And am going to try eating from a ‘Traditional Chinese Food Energetics’ viewpoint to improve my overall health. We had a very nice lamb dish yesterday which would benefit my Qi, Blood, Spleen and Kidney. I’m not going to even pretend I know how it works but apparently it does (10 squillion Chinese can’t be wrong).

When I fell off my bike two years ago and needed nine stitches under my knee we were chatting with the orthopaedic surgeon who stitched me up (Eleanor). (The A&E doctor wouldn’t do it and wanted someone from plastics obviously thinking I had very attractive knees.) Anyway whilst we were chatting we got onto the subject of alternative therapies and Eleanor was saying that acupuncture is one that western medicine has proven scientifically to work but doesn’t know how. So that’s good enough for me.

I also need to eat better because I am becoming a small round pudding. I got on the scales last night and I am 64kg. I have bought (on ebay auction) a dress mannequin to photograph my seductively draped scarves on for my etsy shop and also to make clothes. I did not get an adjustable one but a fixed one – 36 26 36 because they look better and are cheaper AND as I am currently (I can’t believe I am going to put my current measurements in hard print but figure it will shame me into action) 39.5 34 39!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!