Back from the doctors and all is well. Had 4 vials of blood taken and received some more samples of Allegra. We discussed my weaning schedule and I'm starting today. After they weighed me, I started to bawl. Fucking scales. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. The nurse had the audacity to say "well, it's the end of winter... everyone is bound to have put on a few pounds." I grabbed her by the throat, shook her violently and screamed at her "a few pounds my ass lady! Are you totally freakin' blind?! I've gained 24 lbs since the last time I was here added on to the 21 lbs from the time before that. Someone better help me figure out what the hell is going on with my body before I explode!" She crawled off, mumbling something about getting the doctor right away to see me. I love my doctor, Dr. N. She's real mellow and not condescending at all. She probably thought I was off my rocker, bawling, with snot and everything and asking her to please help me off my mental pills. "Um, Houston, I think we have a problem here... this lady is psycho" Dr. N said this while twirling her pointer finger around in circles at her temple.... the universal loony sign. Truthfully, I had gained weight and Dr. N thinks my synthroid needs to be tweaked somewhat and some mumbo jumbo about metabolisms changing as we get older. Yes, I know they change... I just didn't think they came to a grinding, screeching halt. I didn't hurt the nurse, although I wanted to.... the skinny little
Well, I'm off to the car wash to get the van's winter sludge washed off. I can't wait to see what color it is...I've forgotten!!
Did I mention that I hate scales?