Has it been 18 months already? Yes, it was time to go back to the dreaded doctor this month to get my heart checked out. For those of you who don't know, I have a mild heart murmur that I inherited from my mother. My brother has it, too (my biological brother, Albert--not my beloved Osiris).
Speaking of biological family, you'll never believe who I saw at the vet today.
I, on the other hand, am not so petite. At least not anymore. Hiding from The Terror for two months and not getting any exercise has not been good for my figure. The vet said I've gained two pounds since my last visit. Two pounds. In medical terms, I am officially--dare I say it?--obese. Ugh. I need to go on a diet. But at least my heart condition is stable. And they gave me my vaccines today, a few weeks early, so I don't have to go back again for another 18 months.
Sigh... Two pounds.