I’ve been on this ride before, so I know how “exciting” it is. In the end, I found my own diagnosis in a magazine and took it to a doctor who said, “Sure, you could have that.” That was Fibromyalgia.
This time I’ll be riding the weight loss version. This one is the adult version, not the kiddie ride. I’ve done the nutritionist and physical therapy and exercise classes. This one may lead to surgical intervention – like I said, adult version. I don’t usually like wild, risky rides. But my health and life really are at stake. You’re welcome to join me on the ride (as an observer – I don’t require surgical participation from my readers).
I had an appointment today with my primary care doctor. I gave him a report on the wacky dermatologist’s office he sent me to. Interesting, he said he’s had some other negative reports in recent times and will likely not refer to that office again. I told him that was good, because I was certainly not going to go there again.
We discussed my weight (up a couple of pounds from my last visit 3 months ago), my blood pressure (unusually high at 160/90 – usually runs about 140/90) and how the fibromyalgia has been (up and down, good days and bad days). Got a prescription for one of my medications and an appointment for 3 months. Really valuable visit! Actually, he did tell me he thinks I’ll like the doctor I’m seeing on Friday morning at the Weight Loss Center. I asked if he knew this one (obviously didn’t know the dermatologist) and he said they had been residents at the same time, same place. He said Friday’s doctor was a year older than him. I asked if that was good or bad. He told me the other guy was under 50. I looked at him with the evil twinkle I get from time to time and said, “You know I’m over 50, right?” as I arched my eyebrows. Gee, he changed the subject. I guess you can tell I’m not overly intimidated by doctors and medical stuff.
When I got home from today’s appointment, there was a phone message for me to call the Medical Center to register for Friday morning’s appointment at the Weight Loss Center. So I dug out the medical insurance card I had just put away and gave them a call. It used to be, all you had to do was present your card when you got to a doctor’s office. Now they have a whole department responsible for calling people for insurance information before the appointment ever occurs. Gotta get paid, I guess. The woman I spoke with was actually very nice and understood the need to wait while I put on the reading glasses.
For a while I had decided not to write tonight. It wasn’t just that I had my best day ever, hit wise on the blog, but that I really didn’t have much to follow up the Fat March reviews. I also washed the dishes after supper (who left a whole year’s dishes dirty in the sink?) and my back was really unhappy. But I’m starting my own Fat March of a sort on Friday, so I guess you can hear how I’m doing as a poor imitation of the real thing. I’m not walking from MA to DC. At least not out of doors. I will be logging my treadmill time and distance. But this march is more to do with the long journey I will be taking to lose almost half of myself and save the remainder in as healthy a state as possible.
So tomorrow, the day before? I’ll probably binge one last time. At least indulge myself – maybe a doughnut and some ice cream. Then I’ll try to start changing my thinking regarding how good those things make me feel temporarily. I’ll let you know. I think I’ll try to finish up those ornaments for the church tomorrow. That should keep me out of the cookie jar for a while.
Meanwhile, I’ll have to come up with a better title – Fat March is taken.