TMI alert (you've been warned) I'm going to my new doctor tomorrow and I'm trying to anticipate what she might ask me. I'm 54 and diabetic and morbidly obese so I can probably guess. I'm not conceited in the least. How can you be obese, 50 plus diabetic and entertain conceits? What I'm interested in discovering is if she is going to explore my psyche. My Park Nicollet Physicians Assistant once inquired if I was depressed. I guess I do have a "hang dog" countenance, a "dreary vibe." Either that or it was on her list of things to inquire from a post 50 fat guy with diabetes. Perhaps I'm in a demographic that gets asked, "are you depressed." Anyhow, it will be interesting to see how the visit goes. I've gained 15 pounds since my last new low of 286...back in the 3's as they say on Biggest Loser, my favorite soap opera. While I'm vowing to be completely honest with my new Doctor, if she asks me what makes me happy do I dare tell her? I'll tell you blog, my greatest joy is what got Martin Luther all giddy too. So much so he nailed it to the Cathedral door. One of the many treatises he nailed to the door to let the Vatican know their franchise had competition for the souls of Christianity.
What Marty and I have in common, I am thrilled by a good BM. When I have a nice effortless BM, and it is a good color, and holds together, and slides out, but is solid, with a hint of leafy texture, and I don't have to push, I have a good solid two minutes of glow. It's made better when I have to employ a very modest amount of TP to get cleaned up. I took my 4 oz of Cyclone Cider for several days in a row, and I've had several very good days. You have to wonder what the bishops thought of Martin Luther."What makes this guy tick." Wrong question, they should have asked, "What makes this monk go?"
Don't judge me too harshly dear blogoshpere. Have a nice day.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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