This week in nonsense.....

Just a little post about ridiculous things that happened this week, I'm sure you all could do a similar list, well, maybe.

Monday:   I'm at work. there is only about an hour left before I leave. My crew chief asks "Hey, can you drive a couple of trucks to Stoneham with me?"  I say "Yes" of course because I'm a good soldier, but in my head I'm all "WTF, I just want to go home.  I hate driving to Stoneham and back to Boston at 9am.  I picked this shift to AVOID traffic."  So we get in the trucks and I am quickly reminded reminded why I am on a diet.  I forgot that the News Truck's seat belt will not fit me. AWESOME !!.  SO now I have to pray no one hits me AND listen to the annoying "PUT YOUR SEAT BELT ON" bell all the way and back. Not Pleased. Plus, this kind of cuts in to my nap time.

Tuesday:  BAD NEWS< GOOD NEWS< BAD NEWS< GOOD NEWS.  I was actually looking forward to this day. My follow up appointment with my doctor. I chose Dr. Kramer because I'm a big Seinfeld fan.  Last visit I weighed in at 428 lbs. I don't mind sharing this horrific number because I am committed to losing 150 lbs or more.  So I step on the scale and the Nurse tells me that their scale seems to be "Heavier" than most people's home scales.BAD NEWS.   Regardless, it eventually reads 409.  I lost 19 lbs in 3 weeks. GOOD NEWS. But after my BP reading,  Kramer informs me that my numbers are still a little high and he's putting me on BP medicine and Cholesterol meds. BAD NEWS.  I'm not really psyched to be on meds but, oh well.   At last weigh in at home, I was down to 404. GOOD NEWS.

WED.  The thing about my Wednesdays is that, it's the day I recharge my batteries. I get up with the family around 7am and bring the kids to school. I'll have a light breakfast and go back to bed.  And , aside from the 10 interruptions from my dog barking at the slightest sound as a squirrel fart, I'll stay in bed until 2:45 and it's time to get the girls at the bust stop.  If I don't have this day, I'm luggage. 
This particular Wednesday my mom came over to go over some info she needed for her colonoscopy that I, apparently, agreed to take her to on Thursday.  No big deal, I still got to take my nap.  However, I fear that someday I might write a blog titled. "Today I killed the dog". Let's hope not.

THU: HAPPY COLONOSCOPY DAY !!!! Turned out to be a pain in my ass as well.  Dropped mom off at 9:10 they tell me she'll be done at 11:15.  OK, Great I'll get some errands done. I go to the bank, pick up my prescriptions, hit the Hannaford and I'm back at exactly 11:15.  What they forgot to tell me was that here was a 1 -1 1/2 hour recovery time.  Really ?  Good news, Mom's ass is clean and ready for business, whatever that means.  So now I get home have lunch and have just enough time to grab a quick nap before before I have to go to the bus stop.  RING RING.  It's the school nurse. "Your daughter says her tummy hurts and she might throw up, I don't want her on the bus".  Seriously?  It's 2:35. School is out at 2:45.  I get in the car and get to the school AS THE STUDENTS ARE GETTING ON THEIR BUSES!! Was this really necessary?   All she needed was to take a good ole' fashion poop, unlike my Mortgage Broker, of course.

FRI :  Nothing major here.  Its my Monday so I was back to work, Luckily Friday is a short day and there are no Crew Chiefs around stalking me.  My only job to do was to get the dog to the Vet for the yearly shots.  If I do ever kill this dog, it will save me $129.00 in annual vaccinations. 
OH, and BTW, 402 lbs.