Jan 15, 2010
It’s often obvious when hormone-poisoning is about to strike. I start bashing my elbows into the TV stand and walking into doorways. (True story: I’ve walked into the door frame. With my face. More than once.) I also start dropping things like they’ve been greased up with coconut oil. Knives, books, plates, my toothbrush, the rubberband I’m trying to wrap around my braid… they...
Dec 3, 2009
Wouldn’tcha know it?! About two weeks ago, I wished my Frankenneck a happy birthday, and yesterday I got a call from the doctor. My thyroid is on the fritz, and I need to take Synthroid(synthetic thyroid hormones) for two months, when I’ll be tested again.
That’s a fine how-do-you-do.
I had a mini meltdown on the phone with the nurse because she couldn’t answer any of my questions....
Nov 30, 2009
I’m a contributor to AOL’s fitness blog That’s Fit. My goal when I write “over there” is to bring the “CrossFit, be a fire breather, eat like a cave person” philosophy to the That’s Fit readers… shake ‘em up a little bit and get them lifting, jumping, sleeping, and chowing down properly.
I was recently assigned a featured column: That’s Fit...
Nov 19, 2009
It was exactly a year ago today that I had the surgery on my thyroid to remove a nodule that could have been cancer. Now that I’ve got a year between me and the Frankenneck, I can tell you: during those few weeks last November I was more scared for myself than I’d ever been.
About 10% of the adult population has thyroid nodules, a lump that grows on an otherwise normal thyroid. My thyroid...
Dec 5, 2008
BrrrrAccording to the radio report I listened to in my car with the heater blasting and the seat warmer on, it was 33 degrees F this morning. Icy toes, icy nose.
BootcampNot sure if we’re the toughest, the most stubborn, or both, but it was just Maggie, Crystal, and I at Bootcamp this morning. We went to the running track at Austin High School to shake up the...
Dec 4, 2008
I may have overdone it just a little bit yesterday. The Frankenneck is sore and puffy today. Maybe the dumbbell swings and med ball cleans were a little too much.
But it felt so good!
Dec 3, 2008
OK… whew. I’m over the hurdle of “First. Bootcamp. Back.” And it felt great! My Frankenneck stayed glued shut and everything!
Max rounds, 15 minutes
9 med ball cleans
12 dumbbell swings, 20 lbs.
15 deadlifts, 20 lbs.
I finished 5 rounds, just under the wire. And while I would never brag myself (ahem), Annie said, “Way to have your throat slit...
Nov 30, 2008
Fear and I have been inseparable companions since my doctor recommended I have an ultrasound of my thyroid on November 6. That’s 24 days and nights of worrying. I know that one of things that Dave likes about me — and, frankly, that I like about myself — is that I usually lead with my chin. I might be a big baby on the inside, but I pretend to be brave and act accordingly and most of the...
Nov 29, 2008
Chocolate peanut butter ice cream, macaroni & cheese, and whipped cream are notable exceptions, but truth be told, I’m not really a fan of mushy food. I like my meat well done. When I eat fried food, I want it extra crispy with those sharp, crunchy edges that might lacerate the inside of your mouth if you don’t bite just right. Extra dark toast. Well-charred bacon. I like food that might...
Nov 26, 2008
Yeah, that joke never gets old.
I took my Frankenneck to the doctor for a follow-up today and got great news. The pathology report was back, and I definitely, absolutely, positively do not have thyroid cancer. Which means I get to keep the piece of thyroid they left me AND I don’t have to undergo radiation. When my neck is healed, this particular adventure will be over.
I’m so relieved.
Nov 25, 2008
Last night, I got caught up watching the first of the two-part finale of Dancing with the Stars and forgot to take my evening dose of the antibiotic Amoxicillin. I was watching the show and laughing and bending and not needing to lie down… I even made myself a snack. In short, I was feeling pretty good and more like my old self.
I didn’t realize ’til the show was over that I missed my...