So, my dad is back in the hospital. He developed a massive infection, that I think has gone to his blood. Not good, I know. And since it's in his blood, they determined that it had also gone to the bone, and the artificial joint and patella have been removed. If all goes as it should (and so far, nothing has gone as it should), the leg bones will fuse, and he'll have a straight leg, but he should be able to walk. Of course, his attitude about being back in the hospital sucks. He's acting like a 2 year old, which is so lovely for a grown man of 78. Anyway, my sister decided that Mom shouldn't be alone while Dad is in the hospital or rehab, and wanted me to go back to Florida this week. Um, I have a kid that will be taken to college on Sunday, when am I supposed to have the time to drop everything and fly to Florida, again? Add to the mix that we have tickets to several ball games. Granted, if Mom actually needed me, I would be there in a heartbeat. But as it is, Sis decided that we need to babysit her. Yeah, right.
With all this crap going on, you'd think, based on past history, that I would be eating whatever wasn't nailed down. Wrong! I haven't been eating much of anything, besides fruit, and struggling to get all my points in everyday. Yeah, the pounds are coming up in fractions right now, but I think I've finally been able to change a very old habit. This BS is really making my stomach churn, so there really isn't any desire to sit and eat.
Last week's weigh in, I was at 199, which means that I've been below the 200 pound mark for several weeks. And clothes that were tight at the beginning of summer, now fit well.
I have an appointment to get new tires for my car this morning. Yeah, I know, how exciting, but that's another reason I really don't want to go to Florida this month!
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