Five more weeks
Another five weeks have passed. Of course, the first thing we did when we got home was check our weights. I lost another 8 pounds, which brings me up to 33 total pounds lost. And Hedon has now lost 28 pounds total. We are satisfied.
Also, while I was home, my doctor finally took the A1C. In three months, I went from an A1C of 10 down to 7.3. I am also satisfied with that. Doc says the next mark we’re seeking is 6.5.
So, all in all, not too bad a deal. Except my doctor put me on two more meds. TWO MORE MEDS! For god’s sake. Yeah, yeah, they’re the three months for $10 kind you get at Wal-Mart pharmacy. But still. I now have to remember my diabetes meds twice a day, some stupid ace inhibitor once a day, and a cholesterol med once a day. Good grief. What am I? 80?
I’ll put up with this medicate-me-to-death business for now. But not forever. Now I really, really, really want to lose a bunch more weight so I can get off some of this stuff. I’m actually even considering knocking off the rib steaks. Wonder how long I can go without eating red meat? Hmmm. Probably not too long, for all my posturing.
Well anyway, at least I don’t have to go back to the doctor for another three months. That’s a relief. I was getting pretty sick and tired of having to go to the doctor every single home time.
Speaking of home time, we got home last Wednesday and had to head back out today, Monday. It’s a day less than we normally get. TWMNBN has been getting all finicky and bitchy about that extra day we always take. Damn it. That’s why we’re already back on the road again. ::::sigh::::
I don’t know why I’m disgusted, really, since my major activity while at home is marathon television watching. I don’t get any television on the road, but when I’m home, I more than make up for it. The reason why I shouldn’t be disgusted to be leaving so soon is because my satellite system has given out. I’ve got nothing. Nada. And I don’t get enough time at home to do anything about it. ::::double sigh::::
Maggie’s happy about being back on the road. She usually is. At home, she has to be uber vigilant, eyeballing the windows at all times to make sure nothing trespasses on our lawn, like a leaf. Because of this, she misses out on lots of nap time. We weren’t back in the truck 15 minutes before she was curled beside me on the bed, sacked out.
So off we go again. First to pick up in Kansas City, then off to Boise, Idaho. Maggie will probably sleep straight through it all. And me, I’ll be busy taking all my damned meds. Hmph.