…pubes! Well the time has come…grey pubes are on the horizon! I was plucking last night – eyebrows, chin and beard! – and I plucked a grey straggler from my brow! I am only 32 for goodness sakes…grey hairs should not be a concern at this age. It’ll be fecking Stannah stairlifts next!Anyway, enough talk of pubes. The only other thing that I want to say about them is that I am pleased that I can see them now…I had no idea what was going on down there for a good while. As for my feet – I didn’t know I had any until I spotted them peeping out beneath my stomach a few months ago!
So today’s big news is that my diabetes medication has been halved. Although the appointment didn’t go exactly as I expected. I truly love the NHS – I think that those working within it do a fantastic job under incredibly difficult conditions. Things might not go according to plan all of the time, but when do they ever?
And here’s the ‘however’…however, I must say that the people I saw today needed a bit of a kick up the arse in terms of patient motivation. I don’t expect fireworks and a fecking fanfare, but some enthusiasm and excitement about my weight loss would have been nice – it would have been encouraging and motivating.
Instead I ended up with them praising the medication for turning my life around. Although the consultant did say, ‘You must be trying a bit”…an understatement if there ever was one! I tried to explain that I had made a total lifestyle change, but I don’t think that this sank in really. Both the nurse and consultant were focused on when I was heading back to the weight management clinic – by weight ‘management’ they mean the cut and shut weight loss surgery team. “Never!”, was what I wanted to say…but I managed to be a little more diplomatic that this.
The nurse wasn’t even interested in my little bottle of wee, nor did she offer to take blood…which they have done before. I felt a bit unloved!
I do understand that they see people like me all of the time – full of promises about changing their diet, but then not delivering. So I would imagine that it is hard not to get a little jaded. However, since being told at the end of May that I would not lose any more weight without surgery, I have lost nearly another 4st…so you would think that a little recognition was in order. Maybe an interest as to how I did it from a place of professional curiosity?
Anyway, I am a true believer that people have to take responsibility for their life and actions. Doctors can’t do it for you and so I am not really that fussed over their reaction, or lack of. Then again, maybe the results they see would be a hell of a lot better if they used some positivity and motivational language along the way. Who I am to criticise though? I am just pleased that I am not on the operating table this month as they had originally planned for me!
The discussion was okay; I explained that my blood sugar levels seemed okay…too low at times if anything. They asked if I had ‘hypos’ and I explained that I had been getting bad headaches and shakiness at times when my blood was low. He didn’t seem too concerned and was ready to send me off without a change in medication levels, even though I had asked to reduce it…and he didn’t want to see me for a year either. So I would have been stuck with loads of chemicals for another year!
We then discussed the oxygen issue – not him stealing it – my lips turning blue when I exercise, and he asked me more questions. A bit about family history and if I got chest pains when I exercised. I explained that yes, I did, but that I didn’t think it was much to worry about really. He seemed a little concerned and asked to examine my chest…
I didn’t have a fecking bra on though (I can’t find one that fits, and as I have small boobs I just go without most of the time!) and I thought he’d want to lift my top up. So I blurted out, “You can, but I haven’t got a bra on!”, just as he was placing the stethoscope over my top. Hmmm…not a great moment…he really didn’t need to know that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Another case of WLB sharing too much information!
He then decided to speak to a senior colleague. This meant that he went out of the room, so I snuck a sideways glance at my file and the notes they made! The only positive person seemed to be the dietician who helped get me pushed down the surgery waiting list. She had written, “Doing an excellent job!” So I was happy with that.
The senior person decided that I didn’t need any tests on my heart. We have a family history of heart disease – but I imagine that this is down to lifestyle rather than genetics. So he decided that I carry on with the exercise plans, albeit with caution, and suggested that my issues could been down to hypos…so reduced the dreaded metformin to half the amount I currently take. Apparently, my past two blood tests have shown blood sugar levels that are better than those without diabetes!
They have also shown a raised white blood cell count – which could be attributed to an infection – but as it has happened a couple of times now, they want to keep an ‘eye on things’…whatever that means. I will have to scare myself and Google ‘raised white blood cell count’ and see what delights appear!
All in all, it has been a good week – my 16st award, Slimmer of the Month, halved my diabetes medication…and heading off on holiday – I can’t complain!
Although I will moan a little about waking up at 4.34am and not being able to get back to sleep again…typically, I felt sleepy at 6.50am and the alarm was due at 7am! I had gone to bed early, but my other half talked me into browsing Netflix and so it was past midnight that we settled down. Given that I am supposed to be up at 4am tomorrow to reach our destination at a reasonable hour, you can probably feel my sense of frustration!
Not much else on today really other than saying goodbye to the horses and having a chat with them about being good to the lady looking after them whilst I am away. Two of them are fine, but my Welsh lad can be a bugger with other people at times! It was then off to Asda for final supplies, before filling up with diesel. This was a mission, as all of the pumps bar two had none left! So there were lots of angry and gesticulating drivers on the forecourt. In fact, one guy pulled up to the pump and sat in his car for five minutes finishing a phone conversation…I am surprised that nobody dragged him from his car! This afternoon has been fairly sedate – we got to see the kids for a while and came away with a holiday shopping list from them…I will miss them lots and have had to promise Facetime chats and tours around the cottage! An early night beckons…fingers crossed for some sleep and safe travels tomorrow.
Breakfast: Veggie sushi (2 syns).
A good food day. I fasted for the appointment this morning as they always take blood…apart from today, and by the time I came out I was hungry and shaky so grabbed some sushi from Tesco. Lunch was the burgers – as there is no Asda up where we are holidaying; I thought that I might get withdrawal symptoms and so filled up today! Dinner was the Uncle Bens mushroom rice with fried veggies – mushrooms, onion, peppers, celery, spinach and green beans – with eggs beaten in for a Chinese cheat rice!
Thank you for reading…and bear with me over the next couple of weeks as I reckon the wifi might be dodgy in the mountains!
Weight Loss Bitch xxx