Post Holiday Slump And Other Things

As the title suggests, I'm in that funk that a lot of people get into after the big holiday. Christmas was nice, but sort of sad and lonely for me, even though my hubs and son were here. I made a ton of food, which was enjoyed by my husband and myself. The boy child doesn't really like pasta salad (hi, vegetables), but he ate it anyways. He really wanted that dessert, I guess. He got a modest amount of presents and was quite happy with what he received. The best part was seeing his face on Christmas morning when I told him that Santa had come by to drink the milk and eat the brownies he had left out, and oh, he left a note for you, too. The boy sort of gasped and was in awe of the silver handwriting scrawled on a piece of paper. Definitely the best part of Christmas for me.

I didn't get a chance to go to Midnight Mass (ugly weather combined with a really sore foot), but I watched the live feed on television from Holy Name Cathedral. It was beautiful, and the Archbishop's message really spoke to my heart. To put it bluntly, I was crying because I really felt that it was time to accept the gift of Jesus into my life. Then I woke up Christmas morning still wrestling with the same stupid doubts and whatnot. I wish I could retain that feeling of complete peace, but it doesn't like to stick around. I could go on forever and ever about my lack of faith and being envious of people who are abundantly blessed with spirituality, but I'd just be repeating myself for the millionth time.

Other Stuff

On the Lap Band front, things aren't going so well. What else is new, right? I went to the hospital on the 17th to meet with the sleep study doctor, got directed to go down the hallway to meet him, got lost, was late, yelled at people who directed me, then finally found the place. The doctor was cool, and I have to see him in February to go over my CPAP results (the machine has an SD card that I take in with all my info on it).

On the 18th, I had three appointments in a row (I think I mentioned this earlier) at the hospital for more tests. The first was to see the gastroenterologist because of issues with my digestion. I get there at 7:45 (appointment was at 8), sign in, and wait. And wait. Then I hear the receptionist call the first patient to see him, but instead of seeing the doctor, the receptionist tells the patient that the doctor is out of town, his father had died, and all appointments had been cancelled. WHAT. THE. FUCK? Okay, I can understand family emergency and coming up suddenly, but I still think that there would have been a window of opportunity to call up the patients and tell them that the appointments were off. In this case, even more so, since I heard the receptionist say that his father had been ill for a few weeks and they knew he was going to pass. I was PISSED, and the receptionist knew it. So I'm supposed to go back on the 8th, with no appointment, which is perfectly fine, according to the receptionist. However, I don't trust this crap anymore, so I'm going to call the Thursday before and see what's up.

The other two appointments (to test my lungs and to have an ultrasound of my heart done) went well, and I was done fairly quickly. In between appointments, I ate breakfast and lunch at the cafeteria. The food wasn't too bad, but I do have to question the fact that they were serving fried catfish and any manner of unhealthy dishes. I did visit the chapel, and noticed that the wrought iron grill work over the windows had all the Stations of the Cross worked into it. From a distance, it looks like a lot of fancy loops and swirls. It's not until you look closely that you see the intricate and subtle work. I'm going to have to take a picture of it the next time I'm there.

Now it is time for me to get off of here and go nap. I had a major bout of acid reflux early this morning that kept me awake because I felt like I was going to hurl stomach acid all over. Gross.