The good news is: Yesterday I discovered a lovely little french patisserie - rated one of the top 5 in the city!
The bad news is: It's less than a block from my new house.
Is pastry high in iron? No? Humph. Too bad I wasn't butter deficient. ;)
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No we haven't moved yet. This process is turning out to be like labour - painfully slow. And messy. And unpredictable. And hard. And while you're in the middle of it you swear you are never.going.to.do.this.again. EVER!
We were supposed to take possession of our new house today. Let's just say there was a miscommunication between the bank and the lawyer. It's been delayed until Monday. I was only slightly panicked for most of the day. But I'm really lucky because my lawyer and I have been good friends for like 30 years. My realtor is also one of my best friends. And my builder is a super awesome guy.
And thank goodness we still have our old house until the end of the month.
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And thank you all, by the way, for your fantastic advice about iron deficiency. I've been low before, just never this bad. (If you are medical at all and are curious - 'cause I would be if I were you - my hemoglobin was 77. If you're not medical, it is supposed to be about 120.) No wonder I was wheezing like Wylie Coyote chasing Roadrunner whenever I climbed a flight of stairs! LOL! I'm starting to notice some improvement now. I can tell because we have a nice walking routine thru a large park and when we do the "short loop" there's a bit of a nasty hill to climb. A few months ago I was so out of breath when I got to the top I could taste blood. I couldn't talk and it took several blocks for me to catch my breath. I just thought I was like so totally super out of shape and kind of horrified about that. But yesterday on our walk I made it up the hill no problem. I could talk (almost) normally at the top and recovered quickly.
I'm also sleeping better. I really honestly thought the reason I was so tired all the time was because I wasn't getting enough good sleep. But I don't feel that oh-my-god-I-would-sell-my-entire-fabric-stash-for-a-nap-right-now exhausted anymore.
I found a suppliment pill that doesn't bother me. And I do wash it down with orange juice. I know about the citrus helping with absorption. But what I DIDN'T know was that tea was not good for taking iron. So I was wasting my morning dose because I always have a cup of tea in the morning! Now I wait a little while for my tea. So thank you for that tidbit. I've tried liquid iron before. It worked well too. I might switch to it when the pills run out.
Someone mentioned a parasite was the cause of her friend's anemia. That sounded horrifying. I'm so sorry that even happens. Yikes! I'm happy to say that mine can be chalked up to "natural causes". (Sorry if this is getting a bit too personal. It's Friday nite, I can't sew, I can't take pretty pictures and I needed a break so I just sat down here at my computer to say hi. I guess for me hi = a mild/moderate dose of too much information.)
I miss you guys. I am SO not at all enjoying not sewing and blogging. I feel super guilty for not even having a pretty photo to show you. There isn't a corner in my house that isn't upside down. But Auntie Jill is here. She arrived yesterday. You know how awesome my sister is? She's forcing us to eat our cupboards bare. That's right. For dinner tonite we had a combination of canned beans, toast with jam, fruit and artichoke hearts. And sweet potato chips. I am not kidding.
All I want to do these days is find things to get rid of so I don't have to move it. I went to the bottle depot yesterday. That felt good. Today I returned library books and then made my first ever trip to a pawn shop. I know, so arbitrary, right?! But you know how jewelry tends to just collect in your drawer? I'm not much of a jewelry girl myself. But this stuff has multiplied somehow over my lifetime - from relatives and gifts and ... you know, that sort of thing ... stuff that I will never wear. They have no sentimental value to me. Some of them I have no idea where they came from. Some of them are just dated. Some broken. So. I took a handful of gold pieces to a pawn shop and walked out with enough cash to buy a couple of take-out dinners when we move. Call me crazy but that felt awesome!
Ok. I really only thought I was going to tell you about my new bakery find. Wasn't expecting to blurt out all that other stuff. Hope you have a lovely summer weekend, wherever you are. I'll be packing while my sister finds us more exciting meals to eat - like shrimp and prunes and mustard and granola bars. She might even toss in a bay leaf or two.