It’s 4:45 AM and I can’t go back to sleep. John left for work earlier than usual today since he’s got a doctor’s appointment at 9:00.
John. Who would let a limb rot off his body before he would voluntarily go to the doctor has decided to go in and “check this thing out”.
John is a large man. He stands a bit over six feet tall and is quite broad shouldered and big statured. He was over weight at 250 lbs. But in the past, oh, 3 1/2 months he’s lost about 60 lbs.
We don’t know why.
He hasn’t been “dieting” at all. We eat healthy for the most part here at chez Lopez, but he has always just packed away the food. Let’s call it a “healthy” appetite, though I suppose that’s not entirely accurate. Anyway, best case scenario, he has miraculously had the metabolism of a teenager restored to him and everyone I know will hate him for it (and I will be a tad bitter myself).
Actually what I’m thinking has happened is he has developed a case of diabetes. He is urinating a bit more frequently and that, along with the weight loss makes me think that may be the case. Compared to all the other possible scenarios I can think of, this is something we can live with. He can get outfitted with whatever he needs today and I have no problems with jabbing him with a needle.
This is one of those times when I would dearly love to have some idea about his ancestors. Heredity would be so nice to know about, but he was adopted as a baby and we don’t really have any clue about his people. I don’t even think he’s Hispanic, at least not all. The girls keep telling him he’s an alien. Good guess.
Anyway, I’m not going to be able to sleep until he calls me and tells me that the doc has done a blood test and he’s just diabetic. At least that’s what I’m hoping happens.