A lot has happened in the last few weeks as for how my life is going.
1. I started not only cutting out the cereal and bread, but actually diving into the illustrious keto side of things. Now, I was compelled to do this for several reasons, some of those were better thought through than others. But it's working. Over the last 3-4 weeks I have lost 11 pounds, acknowledging that four-ish of those are water. Not too shabby, if I don't say so myself.
2. But I am having to monitor my food intake in a way that I wasn't expecting: I'm actually fighting eating too little. At least I am keeping a close eye on just how much caloric intake I have each day in addition to the traditional keto thing of just monitoring the macros of carb/fat/protein. Dropping too much too fast is nothing that I have run into before while not feeling starved all day. So I'm being careful.
3. Then we have the dog, Link. He went in for a tooth cleaning and to get a little black ... something? ... taken off of his paw. I was chilling at the house waiting for the vet to call to pick up the fuzzbutt when a call came in, but not to pick him up. Don't fret. He's mostly fine. I had to leave him there for a while before coming in at the end of the workday. When I picked him up I got to talk to the vet--Link had a short seizure while he was under anesthesia. All worked out fine, but we will need to keep that in mind in any future procedures.
4. But I broke shortly after that. I worried about what I would have done if the dog hadn't made it through that procedure. If he had come out different from when he came in. And that sore? I had it sent off for pathology but won't hear back until at least mid next week. So I fret. Is there anything I can do between now and then? No. Is there anything I can do about his seizure? Nope. So it would make sense if I simply put it down as things to take into account and worry about later, if warranted. I am fretting anyway.
5. As a silly thing (well, silly in my sick mind), that Damn Dog started out with stitches on his lower leg where they took off the thing. The vets left for lunch. And came back to carnage where Link had nibbled the stitches out and was bleeding all over the place. (It was only an inch long incision!) So the vet upped the ante: staples! Cone! Oh, that dog can radiate the ultimate sulk when he wants to, and the Cone of Shame is an instant cue to ramp up the sulk. He's been restricted to almost full-time cone since his surgery Tuesday. I finally let him out for a while for a good snuggle, brushing, and playtime tonight. Wow! He mostly behaved in not nibbling at his staples, so long as he is in straight view of me. Hiding in the bedroom out of sight? Nope. Nibblenibblenibble. He gets to stay on his floor bed in front of me where I can see when his sneaky self decides to scratch an itch. Eventually next week he'll get out the itchy things (staples) and then we can see about full-time freedom after that.
But I digress. That's the world as of right now. Welcome to my life.
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