I am still a lucky girl and lost a whole one and a half pounds this week - woo, hoo! Which now brings me down to 17 stones. However, I do realise that this means that I still weigh 17 stones. Hmm. So, thankfully, my bezzy mate has been visiting, and as she's losing weight as well, I was able to stick to the plan, more or less, and Wrote Things Down. Which has obv. helped.
In other news, my mum is quite poorly at the moment. She was having more chest pains so went to the doc, who promptly sent her off to hospital, where they kept her in for tests. I cannot believe the woman actually Drove herself there in her own Car, for chrissakes! But, that's what she did, instead of ringing my sister, or getting a cab. 'Well, she was probably a bit worried' you might say. Well, she had time to go home and pack a suitcase, ready for a possible admission. Ah well.
She's been in hospital for over a week, where they've found she has Angina, her current medication is insufficient, and her GP should have made regular checks on her. Then, she gets a cold the day before yesterday, so they couldn't do another Angiogram. Now, she has pneumonia. So, she is really tired, and they are pumping her full of antibiotics.
My sister says it's not urgent enough for me to race down there from Scotland. She would like one of my brothers to help out and pay a visit to mum, but, well, they're busy, apparently. Now, my mother is an old fashioned woman, whereby men are gods, to be pampered and idolised. For instance, they get their, larger, dinner first, and are consulted and revered just by dint of being male, grr. But, these buggering brothers of mine - one of whom is a blimmin' Christian of all things, and the other has a disability that prevents him from working at a job, but not from visiting the pub or driving a car, are too busy.
I'm lighter, but no less bitter.