The doctors appointment…
Finally, the appointment that Martin and I have been waiting so long for—and it was more of the same!
In another display of inefficiency, the hospital had not gotten Martin’s test results to our consultant yet. Therefore, our appointment was only half complete. We also had to sit in the hospital waiting room for an hour and a half while the admin staff tried to get our test results!
That aside, the appointment was still frustrating. We learned that the man we saw last time was NOT Mr. Odukoya, but another member of his staff. That’s OK though, because the real Mr. Odukoya is very groovy. He’s African, and has a lovely, lilting accent. He is also extremely funny. I’ve never had a semen analysis described to me with a metaphor of the first Gulf war & Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Kuwait before, but surprisingly enough, it made sense!
So basically we have rescheduled for three months’ time. I have come away with very specific weight loss goals, and Martin just has to wait for his test results to be passed over and play diet police.
Probably the most frustrating thing about the appointment was the weigh in. After slaving my butt off for eight weeks, I have actually gained two kilos! ARGH!!! I think it might just be the conversion of fat to muscle, as my clothes are all getting baggier, but still—all that effort for nothing!
In other news, Martin and I are looking at property in Barton. That’s the town we lived in when we lived in England before, and I love it there! It’s so different than Grimsby—much smaller, and not so industrial. The house is actually two flats right now, and is spread over three floors. It needs a lot of work, but also has a lot of potential. It doesn’t have a front yard, but it has a tidy little back garden. It’s a possibility!
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