Hey, I can see my… um… toes again!
A month ago I went to the doctor because I couldn’t breathe through my nose and snore a lot. He promptly tested my blood for traces of pepperoni and bratwurst and stuck his finger in a strange place. He ordered a sleep study and told me my triglycerides were high. Like dangerously high.
“Most people have triglyceride levels around 150,” he said. “Yours are at 850. Your pancreas may start to fail at 900.” I’m not real sure what my pancreas does, or where it is (Cleveland?), but it sure sounds scary to have a failure as a pancreas.
The good news is that I’ve lost about 17 pounds since then. I’m down one notch on my belt. Yay!
To be honest, I think most of it is because since I quit working at the lousy stinky rotten print shop I’ve been riding my bicycle to all my appointments — and I have a LOT more opportunities to get out during the day and ride the bike downtown. I would have done this regardless of what the doctor says, simply ’cause I like riding my bicycle… I’m a little worried, though, that since we’ve adopted Zoey-dog I won’t be able to ride my bike so much. I try to walk the dog to the bank and post office and whatnot, but I simply don’t feel like I’m getting as much exercise walking as I did when I’d zoom around all out-of-breath on my bike.