Yesterday was my quarterly neurologist visit. She’s keeping me on my infusion therapy and it going to try two new drugs. One for my loosely tethered emotions and one to address walking/general coordination. The latter one is designed to help the nerves transmit better. Side effects? Just possible seizures. Yeah, I’m real excited about this one. The improvement better be dramatic and soon or else this one won’t last.
I stepped onto scale and was gratified that the digital read out said 166. Last time it was 161. Kara mentioned something about too much weight loss. My eyesight had betrayed me. It really said 156. Dang. I eat three times a day and often stuff myself. Well, not really but I eat until I’m too tired to eat more. How pathetic does that sound?
It doesn’t seem that long ago that I outweighed the rest of my family…combined! Now I don’t even outweigh my boy. I guess too skinny is better than too fat. For breakfast this morning I had a bagel, a tall glass of Ovaltine, AND a brownie. Pudgy Dave is going to make a comeback!
2 comments:
Sounds like cinnamon rolls are in need! :)
you better make that two brownies and "let's talk ice cream"
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