It’s been a stressful week. The first part of last week went fine, but the rest did not. Thursday night, I called my father to let him know I was coming up for the weekend. It was immediately apparent that something was wrong. He was making no sense at all on the phone, and he was insistent that my oldest brother, who is special needs and lives with him, was at Johns Hopkins hospital.
I called his neighbors (they are both medical people), and he went over to the house and ended up going out to the ER, where my father was admitted. He’s had a number of tests, but so far they’re not sure what happened. They tried to do an MRI on Friday, but he wouldn’t lay still on the table. So, late this afternoon, they tried it again, this time with anesthesia. We still haven’t heard anything. Hopefully, tomorrow we’ll have a better picture of what’s going on. So far, he’s not really sure what’s going on, and is not sure where or when he is, although he knows he’s not at home. He thinks my mother is still alive (she died four years ago).
As far as the weight loss plan goes, last week went fairly well until the weekend, and the weekend didn’t break down until Saturday night. Then, I guess the stress got the best of me. My brother and I went to a local diner for supper, and I pigged out. I had eggplant parm, which came with a soup and salad bar, plus a side of linguini and garlic bread. It probably wouldn’t have been too bad, except I ate the entire platter of eggplant and pasta, plus the garlic bread, plus the soup, plus the salad bar! Sunday was a little better, but not by much. Today, I stuck to plan. My Weight Watchers weigh-in is Wednesday. Hopefully, the weekend won’t cause a weight gain. As long as I can hold even with a week like this, I’ll be satisfied.
