Monday, October 28, 2013
Cooper and I both went to the doctor today. Well, I went to the doctor, and he went to the vet. Turns out he has an infected anal gland. Poor puppy could not get comfortable last night. He was fine in the morning, but on our afternoon walk he was booty-scootin'... a sure sign of something wrong. By the time we got to the vet today it had ruptured. Now he is on painkillers and antibiotics. Plus I needed to get his flea medicine. Between all the meds and the exam it set me back a pretty penny. He is now sleeping in my lap. I don't care if he is oozing... my baby is suffering, so he gets my lap!
My doctor visit was much better. He finally realized how much weight I have lost. Sheez, I have been seeing him for about 2 years, and he is just now noticing? Maybe he is overworked. My A1c was phenomenal (5.1), and my cholesterol dropped again. My LDL is still higher than he wants, but it dropped another 6 points, so I stood firm on not going on statins. He did give me a referral to a dermatologist for my dermatitis, which is rather out of control once again. So, next week I have to drive 40 minutes for the dermatologist to prescribe me ointment. oy vey. My doctor was impressed with my weight loss though.
I am not walking Cooper as much today. I did some yoga earlier, and I will do some ST in a little bit. I have been slack on the ST since Spring. It is past time to get back to it! I don't know what my hesitation is about. I can walk or run everyday for miles, but I can't make myself get consistent with the weights. Any ideas?