Yes, I am back at work. It seems that my system isn't quite back to normal yet.

Last Friday was our anniversary and B took me out our favorite restaurant, Pogo de Chao. It is a Brazilian Steak House. They bring grilled meats to you-after you have your fill of the salad bar. The salad bar is more like an Italian antipasto. It was fantastic. The staff recognize us, and treated us like favorite clients. It was like they could read our minds, I would no sooner say to B, I wish they would bring this cut of meat by and the gaucho would be there with it. I didn't over eat, but I enjoyed every bite!!

The valet whistled a cab down for us to take home, and the evening was ending oh, so nicely. We got to the apartment and B realized he didn't have his wallet.

I went back to the street, nope, not lost in our walking. He tried calling the cab company and the cops, no luck.

Saturday-lost item report and finally got the right number for the cab dispatch office. The number on the cab was the garage where repairs are made. Then calls to cancel and stop cards etc.

Monday B was home sick, as was I. He receives a call from one of his doctors to call a restaurant(not the one we went to) and ask for xxxx. B did. Everything from his wallet except for the cash and the actual wallet was found on top of a trash can in back. Social Security card, drivers licsence, charge cards, pictures-everything.

Ofourse this is after B had put himself into a worried state of mind and frenzy, and I didn't care enough. I asked him, "What was I suppose to do about it? We can only deal with what we have, and you called everyone you could and alerted everyone. No money was taken out of our accounts. The rest we deal with as it comes up." Still don't know what else I could have done, panic with him?

Anyway, all's well on that front.

My retirement paperwork is in my manager's hands. More questions and signatures than when I first started working!

I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday. I have lost more weight. I can tell by the pants I am wearing. They are big again. I must be back down to a size 22. I have no appetite. I drink mainly water, about 1/2 gallon a day, and per doc's order need to limit protiens. I am not finding that hard to do. Doc doesn't think that I have arthritis, but can't define exactly what I have yet. He will be contacting kidney specialist and hospital to get all the lab and exray results. They are watching my kidneys, but he said my potassium levels are good so, kidney function is fine, just wants to keep it easy. I asked him about Coconut oil and he said specifically no-it is too high in protien, to stick to olive oil for now.

I hope to be writing about more joyful things than my health, but if there is anyone else that can learn anything by what I go through, then this is good.

On an uplifting note, B is going for telework, reasonable accommadations, working mainly from home, reporting to office twice a month. Since the rules have changed to allow telework up to 200 miles from office, this will allow us to move out of the DC area to a lower cost of living area, still near a public transit for him. The doc is pushing for me to live out of the city-he thinks that will help my health. I just want to start feeling better.

You know, being lazy just because you can is one thing. No being able to do things becaus you physically can't is the pitts.

Tonight is MC, and I think that it will be time for me to address how to handle not being able to do what I want to do. I am too young to retire. But I don't have a choice, my body is quitting on me.

OK, enough complaining. It is September. This morning it was dark and I saw stars out while walking to the bus stop. And it wasn't suffocatingly hot out.