Updates

Yeah, not too much exciting going on around here--just some little stuff:

8 weeks
It's now been something like 8 weeks with no cable TV. And I can confidently say that I don't plan to go back anytime soon. The first week or two was a little tough. (especially since I spent the better portion of the first week on the couch 24/7 with that nasty toothache)

But since then, I haven't missed it a bit. No commercials. No incessant noise of poorly-written sitcoms. No more talking heads. A small part of the continuous noise of my electronically-controlled life has been silenced.

Now I just buy Lost (and sometimes The Daily Show) on the iTV and download/buy whatever else I want to watch.

Battlestar
One of the things I have done is download the entire BG series and am now totally caught-up. Frackin' hell, that's a good show. And in a couple of months, it starts again. I can't wait.

Fat
Ok, so something has happened in the last 6 months or so. I'm not exactly sure what process has changed, but I'm very quickly getting fat. I have to weigh-in whenever I go to the hospital to get my meds and I weighed more this time than I ever have. It physically disgusted me.

So, I'm officially on a diet. Nothing too restrictive--mostly just eating a lot more "good" stuff and cutting out most of the fats and almost all carbs. It's just been since this Saturday, but I'm already feeling the physical/mental effects of treating my body better.

Now I just need to figure out how to incorporate the other half of the equation--exercise. When I was younger, I used to really enjoy exercise. How can I get that desire back?

Damnit, Jim. I'm a doctor, not a psychiatrist!
I guess I have good and bad "medical years". Last year was pretty good. This year isn't starting off too well.

I had that dang toothache/root canal first thing. (and a cavity fill last week) Then yesterday, I got a call from my Gastero's office saying my bloodwork showed that I'm anemic and have to take prescription iron. Finally, before work on Friday, I'm going into the hospital for a quick ultrasound of a suspicious lump.

The doctor says it's probably not anything serious, so I've been trying really hard not to worry. But I can't stop thinking about the big C. I guess that's the curse of knowing just enough about medicine to know what it *could* be, but not enough to know better.

Kaia--Wahoo!
I finally get to meet Kaia this weekend. I can't tell you how excited I am. I finally get to see how cute she is in person.

I'll see if I can get some good pics. (and, of course, mom & dad's permission to post them)

But, with all the kids friends and family have had lately, I've spent way more time in Babies 'R Us than any single man should. ;)