Weight report: down 1.6 to 134.2 at home, down a pound at T.O.P.S. to 125.5. I'm not yet back in my comfort zone of 125 to 130, but trust I'm on the way.
Mary Ann picked me up at 8:00 and we went to leader Lennie's house, instead of meeting at Trinity Lutheran, as Lennie wanted to show us a video on The View with Oprah as guest. There, Ozempic and other weight loss injections were discussed and the participants agreed that the obese couldn't lose without it because they had a disease which is herniary and blah, blah, blah. How much of it was based on fact, and how much on bull crap is questionable, but it was reasonably interesting. Lennie had a lovely selection of fresh fruits and vegetables, plus good bagels, sour cream, coffee, and tea. I was pleased to see my friends again, especially Katherine, whom I hope to see with Julie one of these days for lunch. Speaking of, Julie called me later to see if I wanted to go to the BCNN meeting next Wednesday and yes, sure I do.
Home about 10:30 and shortly after, the O.T. came. I told her about my dissatisfaction with the shower and she called Ellen to recommend a holder for it that El can put on the shower wall and I can easily hold. El has ordered that and other things for me, including a new BP machine--this one around the upper arm.
I then set about the tremendous chore of starting to get in order and record all my various appointments, medical and otherwise. Only about fifteen later, I went down to lunch. Sat with my friends and had what the chef called "fried cod," which was a square. breaded fish patty, clearly frozen since 1882, along with French fries and Cole slaw, which I didn't eat. My friend, Mary, whose kitty, Willow, is recovering from an anal lesion (UGH!) showed up in this top:
After, I sat outside in the lovely sunshine and made several phone calls to family members, and to Muckie (no answer and I left a message), and Jeanne Painter, who's in Florida at the moment. Doris also called--again--and I'm beginning to wonder whether I should or not have contacted her after all these years.
Got a get-well note from my niece, Maureen, which was very sweet and which ended with "We need you as our matriarch (fuck the patriarch!)" Presumably, that referred to Trump--I got a kick out of it.
I forgot to add this picture yesterday of Ellen, Greg, and me at Lure. As I mentioned, the king salmon was scrumptious:
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