What a night...

I wish I could say that in a good way. I stayed up past 2 a.m. - with this incredible restless feeling. The only thing that I can compare it to, is what doctors called "restless leg syndrome". I wonder if this is common after surgery? I got up early enough, actually earlier than I normally do, and was active most of the day - so you think that I would have gotten a good night's sleep. Watch for a post sometime next week on whether or not there is a correlation between restless leg syndrome and gastric bypass surgery.

Since I couldn't sleep last night, I tried a recipe from someone that is a crazy good blogger about weight loss surgery, plastic surgery after weight loss surgery, and weight loss surgery friendly recipes. Her moniker is "eggface" and you can check out all her recipes and follow her story at "The World According to Eggface" - I was lucky enough to get permission to post links to her recipes, so watch for those as I test them about.

Anyway, back to the recipe... it was Shelly's Blueberry Protein Muffins. The batter looked delicous as I prepared it, and the apartment smelled heavenly while they baked. Bad news: I didn't get to eat any of them. I misjudged the baking time in an electric oven (I've cooked with gas stoves forever) and they ended up burnt to a crisp *sigh* I have everything to make them again except for the blueberries, so maybe I will have my husband stop at the store on the way home for more. And this time, I will watch them like a hawk. I will not let my oven deprive me of good blueberry muffins!

Right now, I just pulled another one of Shelly's recipes out of the oven. Shelly's Italian Crab Bites. They look oh-so-good. And they smell *sniff* yummy!

Last night was also a bad night for us and our apartment. We moved in a couple of months ago, and within the last week we have been smelling this really... bad... smell. We checked the kitchen, refridgerator, trash can - and found nothing. An hour or so later, I went to get something from on top of our salt water fish tank (which is empty) and when I stepped on the carpet, it was soaked! We looked at the wall, and it was wet too. HUH? Moved a few things out of the wet zone and went to bed, figuring we would call maintenance in the morning. This afternoon (after I had put off calling the maint. guy) he actually showed up at my apartment, saying that the landscaping guy had seen hot water pouring out of the foundation by our apartment. So I let him in, told him about the carpet and wall - and he checks the bathroom. Worse case scenario. The pipe had burst under the slab in the apartment, and out on the patio by the water heater. Mega work. Plumber coming today (hopefully - it's almost 4:30 p.m. right now and ... okay nevermind. Mid-sentence and they show up!) and they will have the wall dryer and carpet replacement coming out next week. Luckily, we are in an apartment and do not have to pay for any of the work. Part of me desperately wants to move into a house, but I'm not sure we would be able to pay for emergencies like these.

So to recap - a couple of recipes for you to check out; a post will be coming sometime next week on whether or not gastric bypass surgery and restless leg syndrome are connected, and of course, I will keep you updated on what is going on in the world that is me.

For now, I leave you with this:

"Ask yourself this question: Will this matter a year from now?" -- Richard Carlson, writing in Don't Sweat the Small Stuff.