I set up a meeting today, with someone I’ve never met before. We’ll be having lunch at Panera next Tuesday at 12:30. Lot of people at a Panera that time of day, and when she asked how we might recognize each other, I didn’t predict the clothes I’d be wearing.
“I’ll be the Overweight Brunette with […]
So let’s check in on mine, shall we?
I didn’t do an “official” weigh in again this week. Not because I’m not still chugging along, but because my husband is (again) going to Africa for (again) a month, and my scale was misappropriated to spend the weekend weighing Air India’s potential fines rather than the […]
And so I climb aboard the Blood Pressure Roller Coaster. Yesterday’s instructions were to take double the betablockers this morning if my diastolic was higher than 90, which it was (although improved at 140/110), and so I did.
Two hours later, I approached my boss with the possibility that I might pass out that thus should […]
“Love, you’re a doctor’s worst nightmare. A hypochondriac who might actually be sick.”
I’ve been feeling crummy for the past few days. I often feel crummy this time of year, but this year I’ve got a bigger support team.
Five years ago I turned into a blubbering mess at my doctor’s office, as I tried to give […]
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