Tuesday, October 1, 2024 at 9:39 AM
Hey Friends and Conspirators, here’s this week’s Fatman Journal. I’m going to say my weight has plateaued at 334 – it was 333 yesterday, 335 this morning. I’m pretty sure the lack of loss is due to my neglecting the lymphedema. I’ve slacked off on the compression socks and the nightly space suit leg pump massage routine. In the past, I was able to manipulate my weight by 5 or 8 pounds in either direction, depending on how agressive I was working the Lymphedema program. I can feel the fluid pooling in my lower legs. they’re visibly larger and getting taut and hard to the touch, like a drum head. Flexing my ankles tugs at the skin and it’s a bitch putting on shoes. No doubt, if I can get my ass in gear and put on the damn socks, and spend the hour (or 2) in front of the tv getting my legs robo-massaged, (and what was that about exercise?) my weight would probably be at least a couple pounds lighter.
More mounjaro perscription drama today. I last got it refilled 2 weeks ago, and my insurance changes today. I had the bright idea of pleading my case with Dr. E’s office, and they were nice enough to perscribe the refill. Last evening, I bopped down to my neighborhood CVS to get it refilled. Pharmacy Tech Marcos told me the insurance denied it until October 9, since the last refill was just two weeks ago. I explained my insurance predicament and Marcos said, “wait a second, I’m going to try something”. He massaged the terminal, whispered a brief prayer and announced, “I tried to overide it and it let me buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut. We’re out. Let me make some calls”. Long story short, of the 4 CVS pharmacies that were open at the time, none of them had the Big M in stock. I gotta give Marcos props. He busted his ass and literally tried everything short of armed robbery to get me my injectable willpower. It just wasn’t in the cards. I wonder how it would’ve gone if I’d busted out of work during lunch to get the refill.