She weighed me and my weight had dropped, by quite a bit apparently. She said it's lower than it's been in a long, long time. That there's a trend of it dropping since I've had my lung issues, and it's not good. Something about heading for a crisis. She's pushing that I need I see a GP for another checkup, OBs and bloods etc., to see if anything's changed internally along with my intake dropping, or that mum will have to take me to A&E for the same (hah, no).
My GP is away too, so I'm a bit stuck for the next couple of weeks be side I won't see one of the other GPs. I've made an appointment with mine for the 12th though, just before the dietician comes back on the 16th. The dietician also offered for me to see her colleague just to be weighed if I wanted, but to be honest, I don't really trust other people to weigh me.
I'm getting curious about knowing what my weight is again. But I don't know if it would serve any good purpose, so I'm holding back for now.
Mum's recently kept saying that she wanted to make a banana-bran cake. So yesterday I took it upon myself to whip up a loaf, plus an impulsive loaf of carrot cake for her. After that, and the appointment, I was tired out, so I didn't do any work on my coat. This morning though, I did the last little bits of work prepping it, so tomorrow is the day to actually, finally start sewing it. I'm feeling able to keep myself distracted and productive for a couple of hours each day, until the fog sets in, which is still more than I've been able to say for a while.
I'm aiming to have maybe just a couple of days closer to 800 calories, as the dietician keeps suggesting, before she gets back. Today will be around 700, so it's a start.