That being said – all the doctors seem happy! The dentist, I’m sure was delighted I broke a tooth last week and he was down right giddy when I paid for my new crown. I’m sure the eye doctor was pleased that my prescription eye glasses were stolen an I had to order a new pair. Next week I see the nutritionist and she’ll be happy my diet is improving. Later next week, I have to go in for a breathing test – long story, and since I can breath just fine, I think that doctor will be impressed. The next week I go for a bone density test and Nick assures me I should pass a ‘denseness’ test with flying colors. Then back to the dentist for the permanent crown.
But the happiest doctor, I’m happy to report is the one working with me on my diabetes. I got some test results back last week and the doctor had written at the bottom, and I quote,
“HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE! GREAT work! You did wonderful. I am impressed. Keep up the hard work.”
I don’t know what all the numbers mean, but the ‘diabetes’ number had been 8.2 back in December and now it’s 6.5 – the goal she had set for me. Makes me happy, but I know a lot about myself. I tend to ‘do’ something – like losing weight and think to myself. Well, I’m glad that’s done and stop trying as hard. I know I can’t do that with diabetes and I would love to have someone to stay on my case about eating right and exercising. Nick… are you listening? I hope he is, but I know it’s my responsibility.
I have hopes of reporting more on spanking soon.