OK - another weigh-in day. And, for the first time in four measured weeks, progress in the right direction.
Today: 16 stone, 8.75. 232.75 pounds, or some batshit number of kilos.
Down 2.5 pounds on the week. I have no real explanation of why that would be the case, except perhaps that it's the first post-bathroom weigh-in in a couple of weeks, so potentially it's just closer to the truth than either of the last two weigh-ins have been.
Nevertheless, it feels like a little victory and I'm happy to take it.
Other little victories this week have included d finally (again, after about four weeks) being seen by a doctor and prescribed the right medication to help with her diabetes and her arterial embuggerance.
Four weeks of going it alone, doing the right things off her own bat before the doctor was available to get her the right medication.
In a counterbalancing little frustration, she still has yet to see the local diabetic nurse to discuss ideally non-stabbing methods of blood sugar monitoring. That was supposed to be happening today, but was yet again cancelled yesterday, postponed until next week.
The diabetic nurse works only Monday and Tuesday, creating a natural bottleneck in the number of patients she can see in any given week. And she's recently been ill, which has reduced that number even further. We don't of course blame the nurse for that - but for there to be no contingency in place to serve the diabetics of the district is absurd. The procedure states that only after an appointment with the diabetic nurse can diabetic care prescriptions be dispensed.
So, right now she's at the bottom of a bottleneck.
Which is why we're celebrating the little victories - because the potential to wallow in the big frustrations is too high.
In other news, it's a year ago today that we lost my uncle, who, while his lungs filled with fluid, was hectored and lectured by a paramedic that he should lose some weight and get some exercise.
Little victories, little victories, little victories...
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