I am hyperventilating

and I think I'm going to revisit the pizza I had for dinner.

I blame the cats.

My reasoning:
About six months after we got our little Magic and Servo (or four years ago), I developed a perpetually plugged sinus cavity.

So I went to the doctor.

The doctor said I had to lose weight because my blood pressure was too high (and then as a side note, she prescribed Nasonex for the nose problem because she said the tissues were swollen per an allergic reaction and not from a viral cold).

I cried because the doctor said I was fat.

When my prescription ran out, I resorted to sneaking whiffs of Nasonex from Matt's prescription, rather than go to the doctor again and be told things that my fragile self-image cannot handle.

When his ran out, I went to urgent care where I knew they would only deal with the problem I came in for and leave the other issues alone.

This afternoon, I got a call from my clinic.

I answered it.

I shouldn't have.

The cheerful scheduler said, "Your Nasonex prescription is being renewed. When can we schedule you for your yearly checkup?"

I made the appointment.

I have a week and a half to lose XX pounds. And lower my bp. Or I get lectured.

And then I will cry again.

I don't like crying.

Dumb cats.