I have hot water back as of yesterday afternoon.
The doctor apparently thinks I'm doing absolutely nothing about losing weight. This may actually be true. However, I'm still doing all I can. I'm getting sick of listening to her beg me to lose weight like I'm some stubborn eight-year-old that won't eat their green beans. As for limiting my salt intake, my salt intake is just fine, thank you very much, and my workplace is full of machines throwing off heat and is not air conditioned. So this time of year, I sweat pretty much constantly.
She wanted me to go on HCTZ until I reminded her that I'd been on it before and that it made my hair fall out. She was dubious about this [which is odd, since she wasn't when I first mentioned it to her]; but when she started in on me about the 20 minutes a day of exercise again, I explained to her that even if the exercise I get at work doesn't "count," it's still enough to necessitate icing my knees when I get home in the morning, as well as after every walk and every swim lesson. That sorta sunk in. Good thing something did. And, you know, they're all like that, doctors. They don't remember shit. It's like you're a whole new person every time you go in.
I'm so exhausted I can't believe I made it home alive.
Things aren't going well between me and my mom. I'd go into detail, but the last time I talked about my family, somebody made a cunty remark about it being dysfunctional, so I think I'll keep it to myself until I'm actually in the mood for some troll-stomping.
Oh, and I deleted the Magic 8 Ball blog. There was just one person doing it, and it was getting to be a pain in the ass, what with the spam and everything. And frankly, it wasn't fun anymore. So anything here that links to that doesn't go anywhere anymore.
That's enough of this for today.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Posted by Frida Peeple at July 22, 2004 10:18 AM