I went to the doctor today. It was for my annual...you know what! Anyway, I have to see him again in late fall. He is trying to not make me have laser surgery again.
Anyway, the thing I am so excited about is my weight according to his records. In 2010 I weighed in at 281 which I think was almost my heaviest weight. I remember a 282 at one point. Anyway I got weighed today and according to his scale I weighed 206 (Mine says 199!), so according to them I have lost 75 pounds total!! Wow! That was the year before I really started trying to lose weight. I think that is also the year I had my gallbladder out in November. I also had my partial knee replacement in February of that year.
A lot to happen in one year.
I also lost my Dad on Valentine's Day of that year. Wow! A lot happened.
My Dad had Lymphoma and dementia. He was not in good shape when I saw him in the last week of January. I was not able to go to the funeral. It was more important that I got to see him alive anyway. When he passed I was three days post op from my knee surgery. No way I could travel, although my sister really tried to make it comfortable so I could go...it just didn't work. My Step-Mom understood as did my brother and sister.
I was still sad that I couldn't go. He was buried the Veteran's Cemetery in Boise, Idaho. I have still not been to his grave. He was also buried on flat ground. Dorothy wanted to have him buried on a hill, but we insisted he didn't even like mountains or snow and wouldn't want to be buried there. (Dorothy loved the mountains and the snow. Not my Dad. He stayed in Arizona for the winter for years!! Regular snow bird!) Anyway, he wouldn't have know , Paula knew his wishes and they were followed.
This blog started about weight and then turned into what happened in 2010. Three big events in my life that year. I think that was the worse year since my Mom died in 2003! Or maybe it was 2006 when I was in a group home and my Dad took out to Idaho to live with him. I was sure I would be hospitalized long term in Wisconsin and I was scared! So thankful for my Dad and sister. I stayed with my Dad and Dorothy for 3 months and then went to my sisters home. She had an apartment made in the basement for me. It was really nice. A lot more room than I have now and much nicer, because everything was new. The only thing that had been down there was an unfinished laundry room. I got new walls, bathroom, carpet, a small kitchen and the start of a better life!
Paula will never know how much that meant to me to let me live with her for over 2 years!! Thank God for her and her kids. They may not fully understand my mood disorder, but they have been around since my second hospitalization in 1984. They never judge me. They listen and are very compassionate. Even her grandson understood I was upset when I cried. He would come down and sit on my lap and pat my leg. He was about two years old. Now he is eight years old and the sweetest little boy!! I often talk of him in my blogs. He is a dear boy. I enjoy spending time with him.
Well, my laundry is done and I need to get it all in the dryers. I may post more later, but I think that is enough of a recap for now.
Thanks for reading!!