Whew, this morning I woke up with a bit of a headache from a marathon of late nights.
But I'm not here to whine or complain this morning. I'm here with a thankful heart. :)
So it started last Thursday. My husband graduated in December from Univ. of Pittsburgh with his degree in nurse anesthesia and he took his boards on Thursday. He had studied and studied. When he wasn't working, he was studying. All I saw were books, books, and more books. If he didn't have a book in his hand, he was sitting on the computer taking practice tests. Some days it felt like it would never end. I confess to feeling like a single mom a lot of the time.....but I can't imagine actually being a single mom.
As usual, I'm telling this story in my long-winded way......well, to sum it up, he PASSED! He found out that same day.
He texted me with one word while I was at the gym: PASS. My heart nearly exploded in relief. And JOY.
We celebrated with a trip out to lunch. Then we hit the library so my husband could do something he hasn't done in 3 years---read a book for pleasure.
The very next day, Friday, while my husband was at work, our little guy started vomiting. And vomiting....and.....times 8. Yes, I'm psychotic and keep count. Finally, he started holding down fluids late at night. The next day day he started in with diarrhea, which is still hanging around as of today. Lovely!
But he's fine. So I'm thankful. And luckily, no one else has gotten sick.
Then yesterday the Fit hit the Shan when I received that letter from my insurance company. Thanks for letting me vent. Letting go of that anger helped me focus on my letter.
When I finished it, I emailed it to Judi. After she got home (late at night! God bless her.) she sent me a thoughtful response and gave me a few tips of things to add, such as photos. So I took all of her advice and emailed off my letter.
So the waiting begins.
Regardless of the outcome, I'm sincerely grateful for ALL OF YOU for supporting me over the last few months. Your comments mean so much to me.
January may have started off a tad lousy with my insurance denial, but it ended on a high note with my husband passing his boards and with ALL OF YOU cheering me on. I mean, what more could a girl ask for?
I'm ending this post with the two photos I attached to my insurance appeal. The first one is last summer. It was taken when I was at my heaviest. It helped snap me out of the denial I'd been in over my weight because it shocked me. And let me tell you---I never wore those shorts again!!!! The second photo was taken around Christmas time, after losing about 25 pounds and going from a size 18 to a 14.