I had been worried for the last few days; after my fall, my glucose was running unusually high. This despite my extra sparse diet. This wasn't because of an particular virtue, but rather that I had lost appetite for anything. Usually there is at least one food that will appeal; now the menu seemed an abomination of desolation. I hadn't even pooped since the fall. My thoughts were muggy; I was finding it hard to write or think. I thought my high numbers might be because I was retaining everything. Then I sat down to clean out my mini-fridge, and the light dawned.
The trauma of my fall had completely erased the thought that I needed to take my weekly dose of Ozempic. I spent so much time overseeing my recovery and my daily duties that I had overlooked an ordinary health regimine. I should point out that Ozempic has not been any kind of 'weight-loss magic wand' for me. But it does seem to help. Between you, me, and the Blogosphere, I think its reduced efficacy might be because my appetite is more of an emotional problem than a physical one.
The moment I took a dose, I could poop. We'll see what tomorrow's numbers are like. In the meantime I'd like to express my vague dislike of having an image of Hathor on the package. I know she's an Egyption goddess of health, and that the medicine is developed from cows. So in a way to people who have no strong religous convictions the symbol makes sense.
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