|Schulties dust path 09/02/10|
The central valley is supposed to heat up to 100 degrees or higher today. Should I keep the top of my convertible down? With added layers of compression bandaging to keep the lymphedema from swelling, from the waist down, I'll be completely melted by the time I reach the sierra foothills.
Bella got a bath last night and this morning while I was washing my car, she decided it was time to get in the mud and then jump on my car. Then driving down Schulties with the top down and the dust flying, the car was covered with dust both inside and out.
Dr. Crabby was good with the weight loss. He wants to see me in two months. He said lots of negative things. He says "this will be really hard going forward." "You'll be lucky if..." "Beware." "Danger, Will Robinson."
I don't understand this kind of talk coming from a doctor. I guess I need to lower my expectations. Who am I to have them anyway? Even if things are difficult (which they almost always are at some point), wouldn't a pep talk instead of a dire warning work toward success? I have enough people warning me. GeeSus! I have enough warnings in my own head.
I lost another pound over night. Over the weekend, someone will be taking care of my house, watering the plants and feeding my cat. Things are looking pretty good from here, even through all the dust.