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healthy, but not wealthy or wise

I have been spoiled by Paulie not waking me up. I slept until 1030 this morning. Oh well. It was too good a dream to interrupt with silly things like productivity or initiative. Psh.

I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. Everything is awesome, except my insulin levels are still a little high, so we’re increasing my metformin again. My cholesterol is good again, so we won’t need to check that in three months. My LFTs are good, and he explained why the metformin is affecting them in a much better theory than my own. See, with lower triglycerides, my liver is less irritated. Also, he does not care if I drink. Excellent. And what else? Oh, and also I’m back on birth control.

I want to write about what I did not talk to him about, but I’m blushing halfway through the sentence, so I’m not going to. But all I was going to tell him — that I ended up not telling him — was that the Problem seems to be over. He probably doesn’t even remember that I had a problem! Which is good, because for several weeks after telling him about it (back in August, I think), I was afraid of going in public for fear that he’d see me and be reminded of what a freak I am. Oh, the drama of living in a small town. And the dumb thing is, I have never seen him anywhere but in his office. And maybe in the cafeteria at work. But anyway, That Problem is over, hopefully for good, and I hopefully don’t have to tell anyone ever again.

I like that he’s got EMR now. Now he’s hot, got a great voice, and he’s got an extra geek point.