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Backless Gowns & Diets

Last night, we watched White Christmas. In a true Christmas miracle, it started snowing here in Vancouver while we were watching. Amazing!

On top of the singing, the dancing and the romance, I especially love the dresses. In the fifties, women got to wear truly splendid outfits for dress-up occasions. They flounced. They fit, but they didn't slink. They showed back without being scandalous, and shoulders without being skanky.

Today, I wore a backless gown. But it was not in the least bit flattering. It was a hospital gown.

Now before you all start panicking, I am okay! I am not in the hospital; I just made a brief visit this afternoon (during which I got to start a truly fascinating book which I will blog about at its conclusion).

Anyway, I have been having these pains in my side and have seen the doctor and am going back in January...but this weekend was more consistently painful, and it was starting to impinge (this is my current favourite word) on my eating habits. Since the doctor had given me the "If this gets worse, go to emerge..." spiel, I decided to take her up on it.

So I got to wear a backless gown. And have blood taken. Which came back clean. This is good, as it indicates that the likely problem is my gallbladder (Laura, take pride in your pre-diagnosis diagnosis!).

So now my ultrasound has been moved up from mid-January to this week. And until I'm fixed, I am to be on an "ultra-low fat diet."

Which is exactly what everyone wants to hear two weeks before Christmas.

Comments

Laura J said…
I love White Christmas too, but I can't find my copy. I was looking for it the other day when I was decorating my Christmas tree.

Although I am sorry for you that the little appendage that stores the bile for fat emulsification is causing you issues, I am quite proud that I have likely successfully diagnosed you. Happily the fix is quite quick. Maybe I should have been a doctor.
nadine said…
I, too, love White Christmas. It makes me want to sing and dance and fall in love in the snow. And be glamorous.

Trivia of the day: Vera-Ellen's costumes were all designed to cover her neck. Apparently her battle with anorexia aged her neck significantly. Sad, no?

When you're better, you should host a Christmas Dinner Version 2.0. In February. Perfect way to banish the pre-spring blahs.

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