jumping june bugs

and leaping lizards, and all that.

Lots of stuff has been going on and I've been far too lazy to post it here.  We are SO busy at the library that I can't think straight most of the time, and that's a good thing, but I just fall into the house exhausted at the end of the day and pay no attention to poor blogger.  Also, the blasted knees.  After struggling along for so long limping on the left, it was the right that decided to really put the screws to me.

So I'm now I'm exactly a month out from having my knee scoped.  The doctor smoothed out all the cartilage tears he could get to, but I have some areas of bone starting to wear through and there ain't no fixin that.  So, all this to say, I've finally made the decision to have weight loss surgery.  I've tried and tried and tried and tried again over the years, different methods, mentors, and motivators, and none of it has worked.  Now my joints are giving out on me and I'm pretty much in constant pain of one kind or another.  If the globe continues to turn and family genetics hold true, I've got a good 50-60 years of life left, and I'd rather not go through them feeling like this.  I'm desperate and willing to do it, whereas 6 or 7 years ago this was a distasteful option for me.  Now I'm ready, willing, and able.  Ready for a new me and a new life, hopefully one free of knee pain and my CPAP machine (or so they say).

I'm having trouble with the vitamins right now.  They gave me heartburn so I'm on generic Prilosec for another week, then I'll add the vitamins back slowly, one by one, to see if I can identify which one is causing all the trouble.  After we get this little problem nailed down, it should move right along to scheduling my surgery.  I'm terrified and excited, all at the same time.

Good or bad, I don't care.  I just want my knees to stop hurting all the time.