So, heute wollen wir marschieren…
Off in double-quick time to GP’s to collect results of last Friday’s blood test. Good news: correlative with (does that word exist in post-Norman demotic Anglo-Saxon), in correlation with recent weight loss and stepped-up exercise regime, HBAC count has dropped from 8.8% to 7.5%. Medics among you, correct me if I am wrong, but I believe I should be at 5-6.5%. Well, like the sign in the men’s toilet says,
Man without target hits nothing.
So, abundantly relieved (no pun intended). Taxi to diabetologist’s practice, a husband and wife team. Tuning fork and tickle test on feet, blood pressure checked, provided urine sample.
(I’m always reminded me of the prison comedy series, Porridge. Fletch, the new prisoner, arrives for a medical, when the doctor points to a jar on a shelf several metres away from where Fletch is standing.)
Doctor: Now I want you to fill one of those containers for me.
Fletch: What, from here?
It’s like taking the car in for an MoT (=TÜV Test in BRD).
More sitting and waiting to see the diabetologist. And more waiting. Sunray would be kicking off, probably literally frothing at the mouth. I have a somewhat different approach. Get the mp3 player out and notebook and jot down tasks for the day. Ah, here comes the doctor, just as I was about to listen to another earworm.
More tips. Guess what, avoid fatty food and keep on losing weight and avoid fatty food.
Then off into the sunshine.
Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Whoever has ears, let them hear. (Matthew 13:43)
Have a healthy day, won’t you!