Cheryl has lost two things. The first one, I think, is her mind. She’s jumping around here like some sort of demented frog and cheering because she lost something called ‘fourteen pounds’. Normally, she gets rather upset when she loses things, but not today.
Maybe part of her problem is all this cleaning and crocheting that she’s doing? When she’s not running up and down stairs to do laundry, she’s driving me nuts with the broom. I just get comfortable and she wants me to move! I *like* the fur on the floor. It makes for a soft bed. I should know. It’s *my* fur!
Maybe she lost those “pound” thingies in the basement? They might have been accidentally chucked in the garbage. A lot of stuff went out last weekend and Cheryl didn’t seem to be paying a whole lot of attention to what went into the garbage bag. Just ‘chuck’, ‘chuck’, ‘chuck’, ‘keep’, ‘chuck’. That’s all she said. It was kinda scary.
She saw the dietician today, too, she says. Her blood sugars are ‘doing okay’, no real spikes except once or twice. This is a good thing, Cheryl says. I dunno. It hasn’t helped her temper any and she complains about having to poke her finger several times a day. I can imagine that that last one would make anyone cranky, I suppose, but still…. On the plus side, she stopped in at Buddy’s and got us some wet food. Salmon! Casey and I like that idea, but Cinnamon isn’t so sure. She’d better eat it before Casey or I get in there, that’s for sure.