out on a limb

Sitting in the doctor’s office. I spend a lot of time in this one and others. Both for myself and for my two daughters, especially the diabetic one. Over the years, the past four anyway, if you were to paste all the time together it would work out to about a month spent sitting on pleatherette, under flourescent lights. If you add in the transportation time to and from doctors, add at least another three weeks. There was a time, before getting the van, when I’d take the girls or myself on the bus. That added another two hours to each visit. Of course I wasn’t working at that time but it was still two hours each time that I’ll never see again.
And there was the anxiety of rushing home to get supper ready and try to make it look like an attempt had been made to pick up some of the rubble.
This is just a regular check up because my blood pressure has gone up again. And weight. I spent almost two weeks sticking quite faithfully to the South Beach diet as directed by Dr. Sidhu. It’s actually a pretty decent sort of diet and fairly free of the usual voodoo rhetoric that attends a lot of the popular diets. Over the years I’ve learned a hell of a lot about food and nutrition and this one actually fits in with reality. Except for the first two weeks of absolutely no starchy foods and fruit…
Anyway, I did pretty good for 10 days or so. Then there was a pyroghy dinner at the Ukrainian hall – I should have stuck to a bowl of borscht but thought it would be okay to have the starch if I managed everything else. Then Sunday dinner and dessert and then Halloween and candy and half of what I lost is back again. Very discouraging when it takes ten days of concentrated effort to lose and three days to put back on without really trying at all.
DAmn metabolism.
So now I wait and see what Dr. Sidhu has to say. More encouragement and a little bit of a slap up side the head. Stressing how blood pressure ain’t something treat lightly…