I AM weaker an more tired right now. That's to be expected tho... less food, lost a lot of weight, it's been hot out...

All the cleaning I got done yesterday was doing the dishes, straightening up the kitchen, doing dusting/polishing, and putting the laundry away (including dealing with the socks and undies). I had hoped to do more, but maybe I will get around to cleaning the bathroom or doing the vacuuming today. IDK. I just don't feel good. My OCD is quiet because my mind is occupied elsewhere I guess.

I have an appointment with Judy around noon to get my nails done. I have no idea what color I want to have them painted, but something will jump out at me when I get there. Afterwards, I'll go get my blood drawn. The lab is less than 10 minutes up the street from the nail salon...
I know that my electrolytes are going to be way off because even though I've lost a bunch of weight (136lbs on the nose again this morning), I can't get my wedding rings off. I'm obviously retaining water, so at least my sodium will be high.

Things are pretty much the same... very, very little in the BR department, but at least something is happening, so I'm not in danger at the moment. I had 1/2 of a banana, applesauce, and Lipton noodle soup yesterday along with my usual ice cream cone and TONS of fluids. I didn't have an Ensure. They are f'ing gross. I think I will go out and buy some Muscle Milk today. The one I tried was much easier to get down, and it was an alternative suggested by one of the nurses in my PCP's office.

I'm hoping that one of the nurses from Tufts calls to check in on me again, and Dr. Chen has a suggestion about what I can do to get things moving. I've been waiting for over a week now... on this restrictive diet.

I ran into our next door neighbor (the one who made the agreement with the people upstairs about the bike) and asked him if he heard about the altercation I had with the kid's mother. He said he hadn't. When I told him I told the kids to "Cut the s-" he said "Good for you, it's about time somebody said something." But that did make me think he had heard all about it because at that point I hadn't mentioned that I had talked to the parents/yelled at the mother.
Anyway, it wasn't him who said the kid couldn't keep his bike down here at night. The mother must have complained to the office about me swearing at her kid, and they must have told her the bike belonged upstairs, and not on our patios... I would have loved to be a fly on the wall during that conversation