MORE OF THE SAME in Postcards 4

  • May 29, 2019, 11:31 p.m.
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It was more of the same this morning. I had great trouble staying awake while G leapt up and went to work at 6. Finally G and I were off to the heart doctor’s office. They called me three times yesterday to change my appointment time. We showed up at 1115. Yes the doctor chewed me out until I explained about the calls and time changes.

It wasn’t out fault that we didn’t show up at 0915, or even 1015. He wanted an ultrasound done before he saw me. That obviously wouldn’t work. He asked questions and sent me off for an ultrasound. Fascinating stuff; culminating at the left ventricle. The doctor will call with the results.

We have been exploring our neighborhood foods. After the Doctor, the Brown Bagger was today/s tidbit. Tiny little Spot. Two very fit, grey haired men ran the kitchen. G had a Calimari Sandwich and a wonderful cookie. I had a half a sandwich and a really fresh salad. We will both go there again. Ditto last nights exploration at Voltaire “something.” That was killer good…right in the middle of surf city.

I’m never going to get thin again this way.
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  • Himself: Hard at work.

  • Myself: Now I am ok with almost normal BP.

  • Photo: G’s teen Passport photo.

  • Reading: A Michael Connelly.

  • Gratitude’s: G for coming with me today and Friday too.


Deleted user May 30, 2019

G. Looks a candidate for The Brady Bunch ! :-)

Marg May 30, 2019

Recognised G straight away from those photos!
Who cares about being thin again!

aunty EM May 30, 2019

My scale keeps telling me that I'm not getting thin again. The numbers seem to get higher every day. Dang it, I'm 81 years old. Do I really care?

NorthernSeeker May 31, 2019

When I follow WW every bit of food I take in at a restaurant is incredibly good and tasty. I am susceptible to the smells of food cooking especially something like hotdogs and caramelized onions. It is a daily battle.

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