It's Official...

I am fat!!!

Doctor is concerned with my weight gain, well, so am I, little man.  I came here because my feet are hot, not for you to tell me I am fat.  Well, to give him credit, he did not say it right out.  It was something like, "Gail, I am a little concerned about the weight gain(five pounds in six months).  Is there anything different going on?"

Weren't you listening??  My feet are hot!  So hot I can't stand it. I don't think this condition would cause me to graze the all night buffet in doughnut country but maybe this why my feet are hot.  I AM FAT.

Kinda puts my health perspective right where it belongs, doesn't it?  What about blood pressure, thyroid disease, congestive heart failure, kidney stones or anything else besides I AM FAT. 

This suave handsome young man with a body of steel and a medical degree has stated his concern. 

Now, here is my concern, no, my promise to you, Dr FIT AS A FIDDLE.  I will be back and I will watch you grow old and droop in all the wrong places.  I will witness your tumble into the vast hole of  junkfooddom and I will laugh...ha!  Then I will voice my concern about your weight gain and ask you if there is anything different in your life.

Prodded, Poked, X-Rayed And Then, Shot...

As I have moaned repeatedly, there is almost no way for any of the postmasters in our area to get a day off.  Many people have retired and for some reason, they are not refilling those positions right now.  All our regular helpers are running other offices so many are working six days a week. 

My helper and I have been in this dilemma since last October, just to mention two.  This is one reason, in addition to just plain stupidity, that I have been working sick for Eight weeks.  Hubby went to the doctor and got me some arithmiason(I can't spell) and cough meds.  I have been living on hoarhound candy (not being dirty, old time remedy that helps coughs) and sheer guts.

Someone hired a new helper and we have worked that lady to death.  My opportunity to use her arrived and I made a doctor's appointment.  This doctor is the one who saved my life last year when I could not get rid of a staph infection and just kept working.  My wonderful doctor is also on the local SWAT team and handsome to boot! 

Hubby went with me and has decided to switch doctors and use mine!  I don't think it is because Hubby thought he was good looking.

I am dragging this story out...sorry.  Blood tests, chest x-rays, cold stethoscopes, poking, looking, prodding and asking loads of questions.   The conclusion, not pneumonia, YET.  I must not wait eight weeks to come see a doctor, I am one stubborn woman, I am one tough woman and one stupid woman....and I paid for that conclusion, which I had already come to anyway.

Hubby was amazed when the nurse came in and did two injections at the same time.  I do not think I have every had that, always been one then one.  He said she crossed those needles, jabbed and plunged both in one easy motion.  She was very good.  The medicine is all I felt.

Left tired and we ate Chinese out.

Came home and slept all afternoon.

Hubby picked up meds and here is where it got scary.  My med man said, if she is not better in three days, she must go back, this is serious.  I have a bottle of Avelox 400mg...I have no idea what that is but it is supposed to be the best.

I am off until Saturday, we will hope these little pills work their miracle and my old self returns.  I am really tired of this worthless woman that resides inside me now!