Living ~400lbs

… and believe me I am still alive

February 2012

  • Doctors, Doctors, Doctors

    One of the things I expected in dealing with my father’s medical odyssey was “weight talks” or fat shaming — not of him, but of me.  You know, the “Well, you should take care of yourself by being thin” talk.   It actually hasn’t happened.  I think it’s partly because the patient weighs 175lbs and partly that… Continue reading

  • QOTD: Dealing with family

    Because I don’t engage in fat hating comments or conversations I really just feel more and more like the black sheep from the family. Many of my family members have undergone bariatric surgery so the stress between them and myself is even worse. I have had one cousin who is a lot older than me… Continue reading

  • Thankful Thursday

    [an occasional exercise in gratitude] 1. The man of the house is no longer in the hospital with a 104F (40C) fever.  (That…was scary.) 2. My new job has better health insurance than we had previously. (I’d prefer a single-payer solution, but it’s what I’ve got.) 3. Hospice care is providing more monitoring for my… Continue reading

  • Parents

    It is beginning to sink in that my father is dying.  My mother died nearly 6 years ago, so I’ve been managing his finances and meeting with doctors and such. A large part of me feels numb. I’ve written before that I didn’t have the best relationship with my parents as an adult.  Part of… Continue reading

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Former software tester, now retired heart patient having fun and working on building endurance and strength. See also About page.

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