Yesterday was nice and quiet. The dogs and I had cake and ice cream. Dinner was chicken marsala, (I've been eating that a lot here lately), and desert was a homemade pecan pie. I told my Dr. this and he replied, "that's fine, it's your birthday, but you really need to lose 13 pounds before you next visit." That's in 6 months. That's right, I'm at that age where I visit my Primary Care Physician every 6 months. Do not worry, you, too, will hit that age.
While at the VA, I also got my Covid booster and my flu shot. Chatting with the nurse as I waited for my injection, I asked if the Covid boosters would ever go away. She told me no, they and flu shots are here to stay. I have no problem with that. I don't know about you, but I would rather have microchips swirling around in my blood stream then spend time in a hospital. (That's a bit of a joke for those who don't know my sense of humor). This morning, my Covid shoulder is sore, my flu shoulder is not.
And here's a not too subtle reminder of what happened yesterday.