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November 14th, 2013

I'm okay, you're okay.

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Saw a doctor for the first time in - let's just say Far Too Long. XD I've been kind of vaguely aware that I'm a grownup and can/have to do things like that for myself now, but after discussing the ADD thing with my mom* she suggested I get a checkup as the first step in dealing with that. The nurse practicioner did, of course, mention my weight as a problem, but also said I was basically healthy.

No shots, but they did take a couple of tubes of blood. It's kinda weird being on the receiving end of that. XD

*I told my mom "I think I have ADD", and she went *nodnodNOD* while I was still bracing myself for an epic debate and having to argue her around to at least consider the possibility. So it was nice not to have to do that. XD

December 9th, 2010

Of obesity management in dogs, or lack thereof.

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So this dog comes in to check out a limp. She's older, has hip displasia (probably spelling that wrong), and is at least twenty pounds overweight, and Doc detects a bit of arthritis. "The best thing we can do for this dog," she tells the owner, "is get some weight off her. What do you feed her?"

"Oh, we feed her this low-calorie kibble..."

"Well, that's good."

"And she gets table scraps."

"Yeah, you'll need to cut that out. Table scraps aren't really-"

"And she gets a hot dog every day."

"Well, that's-"

"And she gets beef jerky."


"And she gets cheese."


"And she gets McDonald's."

"Dear God, man."

And you wonder why she's overweight. XD Doc was dubious about the dog's chances of regaining a girlish figure given how the guy went on, but maybe it sunk in a bit when she started horrified-laughing at him, right around the time the cheese was brought up. We can hope!

(This blog is rapidly being taken over by crazy work stories. I was afraid this would happen.)

SPEAKING OF WEIGHT LOSS, I am going to have to revamp my eating habits, because I simply do not have time or energy to exercise anymore. Mornings before work, I'd have to get up at the asscrack of dawn to have enough time to exercise* and take a shower, and when I come home from work I am just too damn wiped. This is going to be difficult, especially since after unloading this week's groceries, I have a sneaking suspicion there will be Cookies in the near future. *thinks*

*Anyone who says to me 'oh, you can't spare just thirty minutes?' is a DIRTY DIRTY LIAR. It never takes just thirty minutes, because you have to find the one bra that holds your boobs more or less in one place so you don't give yourself a concussion, and then you either dig your music player out of whatever pocket you left it in or set up the DDR if for some reason you don't feel like going outside and displaying your huffing, jiggly self to all the neighbors, and then you have to stretch, and then you have to warm up, and THEN you exercise, and then you cool down, and stretch again, and slurp down a glass of water, and that's half the morning gone right there and you are in desperate need of a shower because you are sweaty and gross. The only way exercise takes thirty minutes is if you skip the exercise.

March 22nd, 2010


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Went to the doctor's today. Instead of giving me mood-stabilizing pills, they gave me a needle in my arm and sucked out some of my blood. THANKS DOC.

I was told that this was to check for anemia or thyroid problems on account of how I'm tired a lot, but I'm pretty sure this is a cover, and the nurses were feeding on my pain and suffering. (Yes, I was a wimp. Don't ask silly questions.)

Also, have some Wheeljack/Ratchet fluff. Written for (lj)poptartodoom's birthday. <3

September 24th, 2009

I feel like such a big girl. :3

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I went to the doctor's today to get a prescription for birth control pills, All By Myself! And I got the doctor to give me a list of therapy clinics, so I can start working on finding a shrink before my happy pills run out. (I've got less than a month's worth left. Better get on the stick.) Also, while I was in the area I went to the mall and bought myself My Weight Loss Coach for the DS. I figure that I've got my nose in my DS half the time anyway, so I might as well make it work for me.

Gee, it's almost like I'm a grownup, isn't it? XD

*....goes back to playing with my robots*
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