Good numbers on my semi-annual checkup. A1C down, cholesterol down, B/P down, everything else in range. Doc says to keep doing what I'm doing, and he'll see me again in six months. He suspects that I might live another six months, or he'd have set the appointment a lot sooner.
He didn't even chew my butt today, because I lost a few pounds. This is great news, and I think we'll head down to the Mexican joint to celebrate. I feel like fajitas. I'll bring the dog the tortillas, because he loves them and I'm trying to get off the wheat.
I still don't like doctors, but today was almost painless. (Then again, maybe he suspects I'll die in three months and he won't have to put up with me anymore.) Naah, that couldn't be it.