If there's anything you need to know about me, it's that I always let phone calls go directly to voicemail. Unless it's my mom, because she leaves really nasty voicemails if I don't answer her phone calls (I usually get put in time-out. Yes, I'm 25 years old and I live 2 hours away).
I'm sitting here at work sipping on the most delectable green tea when all of a sudden my phone rings. It's Dr Stern.
Dr Stern joined the club of "phone calls to always answer" back in November when she left me a pair of voicemails that seriously led me to believe that I might be pregnant. It was horrible.
Naturally, I jumped to answer. But, not too quickly... don't want to seem too desperate now, do we? I let it ring three times and then I answered with a calm, cool, collected, "Hello? OH HEY!" The results from yesterday's bloodwork came back and she called to inform me that my bicarbonate levels had dropped since November. Since she increased my Diamox to 1500mg yesterday, she didn't feel comfortable having me at that level and told me to rip up the new prescription and return to the 1250mg dose. She said I would get a new 'scrip for Diamox during my appointment next Friday, along with a "very tiny" dose of Lasix.
Oh, Lasix. I was wondering how long it would take before that got mentioned.
In case you can't tell, I'm pretty pissed off. I felt like I had been doing SO WELL. No worries, I'm going to channel this anger into something productive.
10% by May 3 -- Goal weight: 236.5. WHOA.
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