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It Sounds Worse Than it Feels

I truthfully am feeling a ton better, but you wouldn't know that by listening to me.  Although they aren't very painful, my swollen tonsils have left me with a less-than-pleasant sounding voice.  A few years ago I had no voice for almost a month  I'm hoping this is not a repeat.

I have been on my medication for a month, and in that time I have lost thirteen pounds.  That's ten from my original starting point back in March.  I'll be honest, I had hoped for more.  I know that's ridiculous, and at some point I have to be grateful for any and all progress.  I'm down almost twenty-five inches since this journey began, and I notice a big difference in the way my clothes feel and look.  I know had it not been for the exercising, I would never have been able to contribute to the house renovations the way I have been.  I'm sure Matt's thankful for that, also.  Perhaps tomorrow I'll post a picture, you'll just have to wait and see.

Do you know what's hard to find?  Boy bedding. Seriously, starting to get ridiculous.  I found a set that I loved from Pottery Barn Kids, but since I'd have to sell my organs to afford it, probably not gonna happen.  I just want something handsome, without all the character and cartoon appliques.  Is that so hard?  Well, yes, yes it is.

That's what's going on in my world today.  No voice, and no bedding.  It's sad, I know.

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