Once again the DIY log in at the doctor’s surgery isn’t working so it’s a queue job to register your arrival. Hubby took one look at the situation and we went straight upstairs.
He took a seat and I said I’d go back down and book him in.
We have a new receptionist who doesn’t look more than twelve.
It was 9.30 and she was already showing signs of fatigue, despair and frustration, so I eventually breezed up to the desk all smiles to log Hubby in and left her feeling a bit more relaxed and ready to face the next irate patient in line.
Sometimes we have to take advantage when an opportunity presents itself, and the nurse who did Hubby’s INR check today happens to be the one who took my blood for my diabetes check up last year.
As we were chatting away about this, that and the other whilst waiting for the machine to blip, I mentioned my annual check was coming up next month, and bless her, she checked for me.
‘Yes’, she said. ‘ You should get a letter at the beginning of May to make an appointment.’
I chuckled saying I had to chase them last time and that making appointments was a bit of a game as she probably already knew.
Tapping into the screen, she asked when would suit me and what time, then made one for me there and then!
It’s a standard blood test so no fasting required, and is first thing in the morning so we will have the rest of the day to do whatever we feel like.
We did have a little panic though when she left the room to check the INR reading with a colleague and out of curiosity Hubby got on their scales. The figures didn’t coincide with our scales at home, naturally the wrong way, and there was I thinking I was doing so well in maintaining my weight for another month! Panic times two!
When we’d finished at the surgery, we decided to have a mini field trip to get another set of bathroom scales. In the car I converted the kilos to pounds and then stones and pounds on paper rather than roughly in my head, and the figures did actually match, so breathing a sigh of relief, we turned the car round.
When we got home, Hubby switched the weight to show kilos and was point 2 of a kilo lighter on ours than at the surgery, but then he’d had a wee first!
Phew. I have maintained my weight for another month!
You’re doing better than me in the weight department.
My IBS makes me look four months pregnant, and so I (ironically) sometimes stress-eat, thus making my gut even larger.
Shh…
Secret’s safe with me Robert! I blow up like a balloon then one good breaking wind session (I’m so polite!) and my buddha belly diminishes, but only a bit!
Thank you for this comment. I never had a big gut until I got colitis and went on Remicade (which in my mind is a miracle drug, but can cause weight gain especially in the stomach area). At 66, I don’t enjoy looking pregnant, and no amount of exercising and dieting seems to help (not that I do much anyway).
My meds are hindering any weight loss, but I bloat and look like a zepplin when lying down!
Keeping constant is good enough for now.
I hear you.
Modern medication has as many side-effects as benefits these days.
That’s great!
Maintaining your weight during a month of wonderful cheesecake is a great thing. Glad you figured out the scales before investing in a new one.
We almost got caught before but had a 26lb weight in the boat so could test it for accuracy.
Hopefully will lose a pound or so this month fingers crossed (and mouth zipped!)
Good work! I’m hoping now that the weather is warmer and I can actually go out for walks without falling on ice, maybe my weight will drop some, too. Meanwhile, I’m avoiding my doctor.
To be honest, I’m glad I don’t have to see him and have a month to make a dent in my weight…….. sort of