My two weeks with regular contact lenses is almost up. Earlier today, I put my head on Dave’s shoulder and mock-sobbed with relief, “I just ordered bifocal contacts!” He patted me on the back and said, “You done good, kid.” As the kids and I know, that is High Praise from Dave…his way of saying, “Holy crap, you did an amazing job!”
I hang my head in shame as I admit that after the first day, I seriously thought, “I can’t do this. I can’t spend another day wearing these contacts.” It sucks so bad. I hate wearing glasses, and here I am, wearing (reading) glasses almost all day long. I have to wear them to see during just about every activity I engage in, except for watching TV and driving. At the end of the day, when I finally take the glasses off, I can still feel them on the bridge of my nose. It’s like phantom pain, except not really pain, just pressure.
I know how whiny and spoiled I sound, but hey, it’s my blog and I’ll whine if I want to. 😉 Wearing regular contacts after being used to bifocal contacts is like going back to Windows 3.1. But I did it, man. I’m wearing these suckers for their full two weeks, so I have to suffer until this Friday. But then I can switch to the one pair of bifocals I’ve been hoarding…by the time I’m done with those, my new shipment of contact lenses will be here. Huzzah!
In other amazing feats of self-sacrifice, yesterday was National Ice Cream Day. Did you know that? I didn’t realize until someone mentioned it on Facebook in the early evening. I like me some ice cream, but nobody likes ice cream like Dave does. It was no surprise when he turned to me after dinner and casually said, “Hey, maybe we’ll run out and get some ice cream later on.” This is kind of a big deal for us because we almost never eat after dinner – we eat early (we’re usually finished by 6 pm) and then don’t eat again until around 10 am the next day. After some discussion, we decided to use a Culver’s coupon for Concrete Mixers.
Since we don’t do this very often, we didn’t know what flavors they had. I pulled up the Culver’s website so we could check out our options, and then made the mistake of clicking on the Nutrition tab. The coupon was for a medium size (buy one, get one free), and the calories in one Concrete Mixer of that size were equal to about half of my entire daily allotment of calories. If I hadn’t read that, I probably could have eaten the entire thing without a second thought. Instead, I did some quick math and decided to split it into three servings: One for last night, and the other two for today (one for me, one for Dave).
So yes, I came home and weighed my Concrete Mixer, took out five ounces and put the rest in the freezer. How’s that for willpower? (Well, I know I could have just not had any at all but…it was National Ice Cream Day!) I got Mint Oreo, and it was really freaking good.
When we went out for the ice cream (custard…we’ll call it the same thing), we realized it had really cooled off. Yesterday started off fairly pleasant, and then hit ‘hot, humid, disgusting’ levels by early afternoon. We had the air conditioning on and had pretty much stayed inside all day so we were pleasantly surprised by the cool outside air. We came home, turned off the A/C and opened the windows. When we went to bed, though, I had to turn on the overhead fan. Poor Dave.
This is how it goes in our house lately, thanks to my perimenopause and Dave’s thyroid craziness. I never used to sweat, ever. I mean, I could do the Jane Fonda workout and not a bead of sweat would grace my brow. Now that I’m staring down menopause (not there yet, but I’m almost 49 so it’s on the distant horizon), I sweat. Especially if it’s humid. And I’m not used to it, so it grosses me out. It’s like walking around wearing a damp bathing suit under your clothes, all day long.
One thing that helps is keeping a fan going, blowing cool air on my skin. But Dave’s crazy thyroid makes him get cold much easier, so while I’m standing in front of a fan, he’s wrapping up in a quilt. I saw the look on his face when I turned on the bedroom fan before climbing into bed, so I took my side of the sheet and blanket and threw it over him, wrapping him like a burrito. Poor guy! His next thyroid test is this Friday. He’s been feeling less tired, so we think his thyroid level must be coming down, but things still don’t feel ‘right’ just yet. We’ll know more when his test result comes back next week.
Today, by the way, is the day I had my cochlear implant surgery five years ago. (Let’s just say that I feel a LOT better right now than I did at this time five years ago.) I don’t think I’ll ever be able to just go about my business on July 22 without remembering that. This is the day I became bionic!