This Thankful Thursday post is going up late because, frankly, I’m having a hard time finding a whole lot to be thankful for. A dear friend’s wife lost her battle with cancer and was laid to rest recently then he got even more bad news about someone he cares about. It’s enough to make one wonder why God puts so much bad stuff on such good people. Then I think about it and remember that God always gets credit for the bad things that happen in the world when they’re not all his fault. A large part of it, if you ask me at least, is the work of evil trying to turn us away from God by getting us to blame Him for the bad stuff, and for the most part, it works like a charm.
Oh, there are other things going on around me and in my life that are making it kind of hard to be grateful for a whole lot right now. Then I stop and look around and realize I have a roof over my head, a floor under my feet, and walls around me, all of which are keeping the cold out. I have heat and power and water. I’m wearing clean clothes, and although I’m sick with the latest creeping crud making the rounds, I have something between my belly and backbone, and that’s more than a lot of people can say tonight.
I’m ill as a hornet because I don’t feel good, but these Thankful Thursday posts are really good for me. It turns out I have a lot more to be thankful for than I even realized before I started writing this post. Sorry it doesn’t have the cute little pictures the others have in them, but I’m just not up to digging around to find any right now. I think I feel a nap coming on sooner than later no matter if I want one or not, so I’ll say good night and call it a day. Maybe I won’t be so ill tomorrow. Fingers and toes crossed anyway.
What are you thankful for? Please share in the comments. Maybe it will make me feel better to see what others are thankful for today and every day.
I would like to apologize to all of you for not keeping up with this blog, especially for the last week or so. I know I haven’t been the best at keeping it up from the beginning, but I’ve really been trying hard to post something every day for the last couple of months. Well, it looks like my posting will be hit and miss at best, or I may have to take a break for an unknown amount of time.
You see, the original fat chick is sick. I didn’t have medical insurance for about 2.5 years until Obamacare went through. Then Mr. Fat Chick and I could finally afford insurance again.
During the time I had no insurance, I started having stomach problems that I just had to ignore. There was a lot of pain and swelling on the right side of my stomach under and below my right ribs and my right side. I figured it was just my gallbladder and let it go. Mr. Fat. Chick had to have his removed several years ago, and although it was a simple procedure to pop that puppy out, it wasn’t so simple for him to get over it. And even though I was scared after watching him go through what he did, I manned up and went to the doctor like a big girl when I got insurance again.
Last Tuesday I saw a stomach doctor. He took my family medical history (which reads like a horror story) and examined me. I’m 42 and had never had any of the usual tests these kinds of doctors order. I went in knowing I’d probably have to have some of them. So, after talking to me and checking out my guy, he tells me I have to have an ultrasound of my adomen, an endocsopy, and a colonoscopy. He then asked me when I wanted to get started, to which I answered, “When d…” He turned to his nurse and says, “Schedule her for in the morning.”
I’m thinking, Okay, this guy likes to get things done quickly. I like that. What I didn’t know until I had the orders to take to the hospital with me the next morning was that he had ordered all three tests to be done in the same day! Now I don’t know how things are done where you’re from, but down here in Fatopia, doctors aren’t too keen on the idea of going down someone’s throat with a Polaroid camera duct taped to the end of a hose pipe on the same day they send the same contraption up the other end. This kind of set some warning bells off inside the fat chick’s head to say the least.
Anyway, they found some things going on with me. Since I don’t have gallstones, I have to go back to the hospital today and drink some stuff and let them see how my gallbladder likes it and what it does with it. That will tell them if it needs to come out or not. With the doctor I have, he might just kick me on upstairs and pop that puppy out today. I hope I’ll get a little more time to prepare for it than that, but I also want him to do what’s best for me, and I know he will, so I’m letting him run the show. After all, he’s the guy that went to school to learn all about this stuff, not me, so he should know what he’s doing.
The abdominal ultrasound showed some other things as well that my internist (or my regular doc as I call him) picked up on. I have a fatty liver, which you kind of have to expect when you’re dealing with someone who is as big as I am (I’m at least 550 pounds.), and my liver is also enlarged. Apparently, my spleen got jealous and decided not to miss out on the fun and grew more than a little bit to match it.
I have more tests in a few hours that will hopefully answer some of the questions we have about what’s going on and how it all started. See, I’m not a drinker. I had my bouts of heavy drinking in the past, but they didn’t last long enough to do any lasting damage like this. Hopefully, once I have some answers and have had time to wrap my head around them, I’ll get back to blogging as I should. Till then, I’ll do the best I can. I hope you check back from time to time to see how things are going around Fatopia.
I try my best to be thankful every day, but today will be my first Thankful Thursday post. I want to shine a light on five things in my life that I’m thankful for this week. It may be the same five things as last week. It may be the same five things next week. But for right now, this is what I’m thankful for this week.
I am thankful for that God has brought our family through another week together, that He has kept us safe, that He makes sure we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, and that He blesses us and watches over us in too many ways to mention. The best thing I ever did was to ask God to take charge of my life and open my heart and invite Jesus in. The world has been a whole new place, my family life has improved by leaps and bounds, my life in general has gotten nothing but better. The best part is knowing He’s got this no matter what this happens to be, that He can handle all things and does on my behalf every day. Oh yes, my God is mighty and He is good!
I’m thankful for a son who is willing to let us borrow his vehicle when we need it. Our car has been down and out in Fatopia for months and months. Any time we need anything from the store, need to go to town, or have to go to the doctor it’s either bum a ride or beg a vehicle. We are blessed that our oldest son will let us borrow his vehicle to go to and from the doctor when we need to. If it wasn’t for that, I’m not sure Mr. FatChick and I would be able to make the trips we do to and from all the doctors we have to see.
I am thankful for the ability to witness the circle of life happening around me. In the last year our family has been bless with our first granddaughter and grandson, a new calf, and seven puppies. We’ve had our share of loss along the way, which I’d prefer not to remember right now for personal reasons, but who doesn’t suffer losses in this life? But I see every birth as a miracle and I’m thankful for every one that we have and that I hear about others having as well.
I’m thankful for credit, for without it no one on my Christmas list would be getting a present this year. Yes, money’s tight and times are hard for everyone, especially us since Mr. FatChick had to come off work with a bad thumping gizzard a few years ago. Fortunately, there’s this amazing thing called credit that allows you to make purchases, get your stuff, and stretch the payments out over time. Yes, I’m thankful for credit right now, but let’s wait till after the first bills get there next year and see what I have to say then, lol. Oh yeah, and I’m also thankful for deferred billing 🙂
And last but certainly not least, I’m thankful for family and friends (and hopefully readers) that understand what life can be like with narcolepsy. A prime example of what my life is like dealing with it is this post. I started working on it well over twelve hours ago and have been on it looking for graphics or writing or whatever since I started, and sleeping. Oh yes, we can’t forget the sleeping. I do a lot of that at times, and today has been one of those time. On the flip side, there are times I don’t sleep at all for long periods of time. Not sure if that’s the bipolar disorder beating out the narcolepsy or if it’s how narcolepsy works (I’m a whole bag of tricks.), but it’s how I live. So I ask for you to be as understanding as my family is as they watch me drooling into my own lap on the chaise lounge in the den on any given afternoon.
What are you thankful for in your life? Use the comments and tell me. I’d really like to hear about it
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Man or woman, it makes no difference. Most folks don’t want to see your underwear. If you are going to buy low cut jeans, please take the time to pick up some low rise undies to go with them. I for one don’t want to know if your girl loves you enough to buy you boxers with hearts all over them, unless, of course, it’s Thursday, and laundry day isn’t until Saturday. That is the only reason I can think of for a guy to walk around sporting something like that for the whole world to see with a smile on his face trying to pretend it looks cool. The only thing I can think of that could be more embarrassing would be if he were walking around with his mother-in-law’s underwear hanging out for everyone to see.
And I certainly don’t want to see if your man thinks you look sexy in a pair of thong britches. Every time I see some poor soul wearing thong underwear, a picture of dental floss and butt cheeks jumps into my mind, and nobody should have to endure that. How can a person wear a pair of underwear that could cause serious bodily harm if someone gives them a wedgie? Wearing low rise pants advertising that you’re wearing them is just asking for trouble you don’t want.
I don’t care if they’re good old whitey tidies; nobody needs to know what your drawers look like, but you, and of course your mother if she wants to make sure you’re wearing clean ones that don’t have holes in them. I believe it is the worst nightmare of any mother in the world; that her child might have a car accident when they’re not wearing their good underwear.
I can hear the scene as it unfolds now. It’s the middle of the night and the phone rings. A woman snatched from a peaceful sleep answers saying, “Hello.”
“Yes, ma’am, this is the police department. I’m sorry to have to tell you that your child was involved in an accident tonight and has been taken to the hospital.”
“Tell me, was she wearing her good underwear?”
“Yes, ma’am. We found them in the glove compartment.”
“We asked. She said it makes them easier to find in a parked car in the dark.”
Oh, that poor mom.
Crystal Schall is a southern born mother of four, freelance editor, and writer living large in Fatopia. The self-proclaimed Original Fat Chick hates the huge white elephant standing in the corner of the room wherever she goes-her weight. Instead of ignoring it, she tackles her weight issues, along with anything else that comes to mind, head on and writes about her journey through life on her blog Fat Chick 411.
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