Of Medical Mutterings, Some Cuddly Animals, And The 2018 #StLeonards Festival

I had my first shot this past Friday (July 13th).

It's too soon to know if it's going to do anything, but I thought those who have been following my medical news would want to know I've had it. The next shot is scheduled for August 10th at 2:30pm.

While I was there, I had them weigh me.

I lost half a kilo (a little over a pound).

I'm not sure how I feel about it.

On the one hand, I'm pleased, because any weight loss is a good thing, and losing weight slowly is the best way. After all, they say losing weight slowly means it's easier to keep it off. So, if it was after my surgery, and I was just doing this to slowly get myself in to better shape, I'd be happy with even that small weight loss. I know I'm trying, and that it will get easier in time, but that the reason it wasn't much is because pushing myself to my limits still doesn't mean I'm getting anywhere near as much exercise as I should be. I know things will improve for me in time, and - as I said - if this was after my surgery, so it was only myself I had to answer to, I'd be happy that things are moving in the right direction, all be it slowly.

On the other hand, since I have to convince the gynecologists I'm trying, I'm a bit upset that I only lost that much. I need to lose more than I have been if I'm going to have enough of a decrease in weight to satisfy them. That half a kilo was in four weeks. If I only lose that much every four weeks, I'll only manage to lose two or three kilos before the surgery date rolls around - depending when that date does roll around - and I don't think they'd be too pleased if that's all I've lost. Losing that little could be enough to give them an excuse to postpone things longer. I don't want to give them that excuse. They never said exactly how much I had to lose, but I'm pretty sure they meant more than a couple of kilos. So, I'm disappointed in how little I've lost.

I've decided to deal with it by thinking of it like this: that weight loss was great, and I'm happy for me. But it would be fantastic if I could see a larger decrease in my weight when I go back for my second shot.

Now I just have to figure out how to make that happen.

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The photo above is of some cuddly animals I got recently, which I kept meaning to post about, but didn't get around to even having Kelly sort photos of until now. They're Peter Rabbit - yes, he's an actual small Peter Rabbit cuddly toy - Marie the kitten, and another rabbit named Aurora.

Peter Rabbit came in an Easter egg. OK, OK, I admit it! I brought the egg myself so I could get the toy. The chocolate egg was nice too, but I brought it because I wanted the toy. I'm pretty sure the reason it was available was because of the new Peter Rabbit movie, but I haven't actually seen that, and it was my love for Beatrix Potter's books - which I've been enjoying since my Nan used to read them to us when we were little - that made me want him. There was a Flopsy Bunny one too, but I didn't get a chance to go back for it due to ending up in hospital, and they weren't doing them any more by the time I was home. I should have grabbed both in the first place. Oh well, never mind. At least I got the Peter Rabbit one.

Marie is an actual teddy of Marie from The Aristocats movie. It's one of the movies my brother, Carl, and I have loved since we were young. It was actually Carl who brought me Marie. She was a get well present from him after my Easter weekend hospital stay.

Aurora was sent to me by my Mam, and got her name because it was how she was listed on Amazon, and we thought it was a pretty name. She's to come to hospital with me when I finally have my surgery, because Mam won't be able to visit due to her own health issues. Mam sent her to me around the start of June, just to make sure I had her before my surgery date rolls around. It was only afterwards we learned of the need to wait three to six months. But Aurora is here now, and sat on my desk waiting to be packed along with the other stuff I'll be taking in to hospital when the time comes. Oh, well, better for her to be waiting a while than not make it in time.

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The St Leonards festival happens in late June or early July - most often June - every year. This year it happened on June 30th. We didn't go, because of a combination of my being exhausted from having gone out the day before, and the fact we only remembered exactly which day it was this year when I heard drums in the distance. Well, more the second thing... Erm... Oops!

Anyway, we grabbed a couple of shots of the marching band when they were passing near where we live, so here are the couple of photos we got: