I had my annual physical yesterday and was neither surprised nor pleased to find that I’ve put on between ten and fifteen pounds since November, and I bet my A1c number isn’t gonna be good when my CBC comes back, which means my wellness coach will be unhappy too. I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, but I must find a way to get myself walking regularly and frequently again.
But instead of doing that this morning, I went to the blood bank and let ’em have three units of platelets and a unit of plasma. This is probably the biggest volunteer/charity thing I do; I have donation down to a regular once-a-fortnight appointment, every other Saturday morning. I’ve become one of the Usual Suspects, and am on a first-name basis with everyone in the pheresis lab. Then I ran around with M, going to the library, getting new batteries for my cordless drill at Home Depot, and returning a cordless phone that I turned out not to need to Target. And now I’m working on migrating blog comments again, from Movable Type to WordPress, and ripping L’s old prog vinyl (ELP, Renaissance, Styx, Moodies, et al.) onto CD for her.
