12.09.2015

gingerbread pancakes and eye doctors





There are not many things in life that I'm sure about, but I am sure that sometimes, when Christmas is right around the corner, you need to throw healthy eating out for a morning and make some gingerbread pancakes.

How's that for a run-on sentence? I'm here to make your Wednesday a little more chaotic, one run-on sentence at a time. Though if we're getting technical, I once had an editing professor who said as long as it's punctuated correctly, your sentence can be a mile long. I've chosen to agree with her.

Back to what's important: pancakes, of the gingerbread persuasion. I was going to make eggs and veggies, and then I was going to make waffles, but then I threw caution to the wind and grabbed the skillet instead.

This is such a wonky December. It's so bloody warm out there! Normally I would need therapy to deal with the lack of cold and snow, but it's kind of nice this year with a baby. I don't have to bundle her up every day, and we can still go on walks in the morning. And more walks means more room for things like gingerbread pancakes. No I haven't lost all the baby weight yet, why do you ask?

Anyway, it's the end of the year, and I am considerably overdue for all my doctor appointments. I put everything off until the last possible minute because I am terrified of all doctors. I would rather try to survive a tornado than go to an annual appointment of any kind. I wait until my hypochondriac tendencies reach a feverpitch before I put my big girl pants on and make a phone call. Even if I have to go to the eye doctor (the easiest doctor), I'm convinced she'll look at me and tell me my eyes are fine, but my kidneys are exploding. I'm always bracing myself for the worst possible news, and it's exhausting.

Calling to schedule an appointment is almost as stressful as the appointment itself. I forget all dates and times and what my phone number is and start to sweat everywhere. On Monday morning, I had a rare moment of courage, and I reached for my phone as soon as I got out of the shower and made all my appointments, several of which have to be rescheduled so my mom can watch Gracie, but I'm still putting that off, because phone calls. Anyway, it was Monday morning, I was calling my eye doctor and standing in my bedroom in my underwear because if I wasted any time in getting dressed, I would surely lose my courage. I made the appointment for Tuesday. The next day. It was soon, but I needed contacts and I was going to claw my face off if I had to wear my glasses for one more day.

It was going to take skill to get Gracie and me dressed and fed and out the door early, and of course our cat chose that night to wake Gracie up several times. Instead of just going back to sleep, Gracie chose that night to cry about it. I got roughly 2 hours of sleep. I didn't think I slept at all, but then I remembered dreaming I lived in Colorado and was being kicked out of the US (naturally). I woke up deliriously tired. I dropped Gracie off at my parent's house and went to the eye doctor, listening to slightly suggestive songs on the way because I could and because I WAS FREE. I walked into the eye doctor feeling like I was missing an arm, because being alone in public after 8 months of motherhood feels surreal and scary and like how the pilgrims must've felt as they left England for The New World. I usually go to the doctor armed with excuses on why they shouldn't dilate my eyes, but I was too tired to fight them, so I let them do it. I wanted to know if my kidneys were exploding. I was exhausted and somewhat blinded, and on some level I think it equated to legal intoxication. I was still hopped up on freedom, so I milked it a little more and drove down the street to surprise my dad at work.

I went back to my parent's house and reattached my arm/snuggled my baby. I laid down in a semi-comatose state and watched Fixer Upper reruns until my zombie eyeballs returned to their normal state, and I have to say, I understand why people love that show. It's delightful! I ripped myself away mid-farmhouse renovation to drive home before I fell asleep standing up. I was getting us ready to go and started to hand Gracie to my dad and asked him if he could hold her for a minute while I go change her diaper. Let us all praise the Lord that I got us home in one piece, where I later searched the medicine cabinet five separate times until I finally saw my allergy medicine right in front of me. It was a long day for us both, because Gracie took two 2 hours naps today.

I guess I should go to the doctor more often after all. Oh, and good news! My kidneys are fine.

As far as I know.

Basically what I'm saying is that you should go make yourself some gingerbread pancakes.

19 comments:

  1. Those pancakes sound AMAZING!
    I am with you all the way about Dr's! Mommy, can you call them for me? Haha. My family doctor just retired in May and I still haven't picked out a replacement. I hate talking to doctors and making appts!

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    1. Ha!! My mom called the eye doctor a few weeks ago, and I jokingly (but also kind of seriously) asked her to make me an appointment so I didn't have to call. She didn't do it.

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  2. Seriously, the same thing happens to me when I make appointments! I've actually been putting off calling my eye dr to make one because I'm SURE (based on nothing, mind you) that she's going to tell me I'm going blind, and I just can't deal with that right now.

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  3. I should not have read this at work. Why don't I have a stovetop here that I can make pancakes on right now?

    ALSO, I hear you SO MUCH re: putting off the scheduling of appointments. I HEAR YOU. I got a bunch of mine for the year done in October/November, and I still have one left that I haven't had the guts to schedule yet. I just need one moment of post-shower clarity like yours! I have to start bringing my phone in the bathroom with me in case a similar wave of confidence strikes me.

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  4. DOCTORS ~SCARE ME~ ...I hear you, girl. I hear you. The eye doctor is my favorite to go to because it means I get to pick out new glasses and isn't that every girl's dream? Oh, maybe not? Well, anyway!

    What about gingerbread waffles? I need an excuse to use my waffle maker that I *insisted* I needed and have used maybe 7 times in the past 4 years.

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  5. The only doctor I HAVE to go to is the OBGYN once a year so they'll give me birth control. I usually can eek out an extra month and refill if I call them saying, "Work is so busy, can we schedule it for about 4 weeks from now?" And they're like, "Yeah, totally!" and then I'm like, "Okay, I'll need an extra refill to get me through til then." And they're like, "Ugh. Fine."

    I used to get anxiety about going because HELLO! What are you doing down there?! But I've actually become buddies with the doc and we catch up with each other's live while she checks everything firing on all cylinders under the hood. It's like a lunch date, except she doesn't buy me lunch but she still gets a look at the goods.

    This comment took a turn...

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  6. I don't mind the eye doctor, probably just because I'm used to it after almost 30 years and if they told me I was going blind I probably wouldn't be all that shocked...I don't typically mind the regular doctor other than I don't really trust them...my phobia is the dentist. Don't ask how long it's been. I've made a resolution that I WILL call them in January/February and make an appointment because by now I probably need at least ten fillings and three root canals and probably a tooth or three pulled (this is what I tell myself and this is why I have not been in SADFDKSLDLFJKSDLFJSADLKJF years).

    If only we could all have a cute baby to come home to after traumatizing appointments...

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  7. I am totally with you on doctors and appointments. I always assume it's going to be awful. At all 3 of my OB appointments so far they've had to take my blood pressure twice because it is THROUGH THE ROOF when I get there. And then after I realize everything is actually totally fine/normal, they take it again and are no longer concerned about my well-being, ha!

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  8. haha I don't hate doctors, but I totally hate making doctor appointments. it's so annoying and takes so much time and who is able to make phone calls when their child is very talkative and always awake during business hours??

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    1. Exactly!! And then there's the whole saga of can I bring my child? Will they get mad at me for brining her?Who will watch her if I have to leave her home? WHAT DO I DO?!

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  9. Gingerbread pancakes sound amazing! I am WAY overdue for an eye doctor appointment, but I know they are going to want to check my prescription, and I don't think it's accurate since I'm still nursing. So I am going to try to talk them into letting me get another box of my old contact prescription if I promise to come in once my baby is weaned. I'm not holding my breath though.

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  10. I went to the eye dr last week and took Reuben with me. I had planned to have my mil meet me and hold him in the waiting room but she canceled the day of so I just brought him. It was hard!! Also they wouldn't dilate my eyes because I was nursing? Said they didn't do it because chemicals and milk! I was happy. I hate having my eyes dialated! Tomorrow I am going to the ciroprator and I am excited!! Also took Reuben to a specialist about his nose... So many doctors!!

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    1. Really? They didn't do it while I was pregnant, but nursing didn't seem to matter since they're just eyedrops. I'm just glad I got it over with!

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  11. Those pancakes sound delicious! Healthy eating is always on the back burner over here when it's Christmastime!

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  12. I'm right there with you when it comes to making phone calls. Calling the doctor is the worst. I have to memorize exactly what I'm going to say before I call. I have to have my hair neat and no one can be within a ten foot radius or they'll mess up my concentration. It's pathetic. Last week I called a new doctor and spit out a lengthy question. The dude said, "I have no idea. I'm just the answering service." Why didn't he tell me that when he answered the phone?!

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  13. I HATE calling the doctor. And it seems like no matter what, I ALWAYS have to call and reschedule. They probably hate me calling too!

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  14. I have all these same issues with going to the Dr., like they are going to tell me I'm dying and I just had no idea before that moment. I just have the hardest time dragging myself there.

    On an unrelated topic, we were driving around after lunch today, and it was 57 degrees, and Ammon and I were beside ourselves. I really thought there was no way the two of us would miss cold weather, but it sure doesn't feel like December without frosty air, a million layers, and all of the boots and scarves.

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  15. I have an intense and abiding fear of doctors. I hate the bad news. I hate being touched. I don't like being asked rude questions (and every medical question is highly invasive, I've found). Actually, the dentist is my least-hated of all doctors. They pretty much have to hold me down to put any kind of drops or anything in my eyes so going to the eye doctor is a pretty traumatic experience as well. I don't pretend to claim this is a good character trait. I hope that someday I will be more sensible about it. In the meantime, if I ever do go to the doctor, Angel goes with me, because I'd simply stay home and not go if I was alone. Good guy. Last time I went to an actual doctor was in Feb. to get vaccinations. I was totally calm and adult-like about that....or maybe no...
    I seriously temporarily considered not moving to China when I found out they required a medical exam...

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  16. You forgot to mention the headache that sometimes happens with eye dilation. I am a big baby too when it comes to the eye doctor. I even share your aversion to making the phone call that results in a doctor’s visit. You are right about early morning being the time to do it – get it over with.

    Doris Gibbs @ Moody Eyes

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