Dave-El Vs. Gravity

 Well, Monday was a weird day.

I had an appointment with my doctor to check on my progress as a pin cushion for big pharma.   

For nearly four months I've been subjecting myself to a weekly injection of what Donald Trump so eloquently referred to as "the fat shot drug".   

My doctor was happy with my 36 pound weight loss but I think I was hoping for more dramatic results.   

I wanted to go from Billy Gardell on Mike & Molly (Holy fuck! His heart's gonna 'splode!) to Billy Gardell on the last seasons of Bob ❤Abishola. (Holy fuck! I can count his ribs!)   

I was hoping I was closer to the end of my journey of being a pin cushion for big pharma. Even with insurance AND a manufacturer's coupon (thank you for your generosity, Eli Lilly!😏), those injections are quite expensive.  

But apparently I've only just begun.

My doctor informed me that after my current cycle of shots, my dosage will need to increase and then increase again.  

I need to lose a lot more weight before I'm done with the "fat shot drug".  

Which is going to get really expensive unless I can get my insurance company to pony up more of their share and (dare I say it) fat chance of that happening.

After my doctor's appointment, I headed off for an excursion to Madison with my son Dean and his roommate Jan.

We had lunch at Bob's and then off to the Eclectic Callico which was closed for construction.

But we still got to see Bella who was sleeping in the store front window like she owns the place. (And she does.) 

 

After an excursion to the Dry Goods store across the street, we were back on the road for an excursion to Hanging Rock State Park.

What was ostensibly a quickly spring day hike along the edge of the lake took a drastically different turn when my body opted to fall down. 

My track record with gravity is not good. 

Back in October 2023, I fell down stepping outside my house. I fell hard and it was very hard time getting back up.

When I came down with a gastrointestinal affliction in December 2024, I became exceedingly dizzy and fell down in my living room and it a very long time to summon up the strength and will to stand back up.  

So here we are in June 2025 and I'm lying flat on the ground of a hiking trail in Hanging Rock State Park.  In remembrance of my fall, let's rename it Falling Rock.  

In the battle of Dave-El Vs. Gravity, the score is 0-3. 

Or 0-4 if we go back to 2017 when I fell in a parking lot and shattered my left elbow.  

I am gravity's bitch.  

Try as they might, Dean and Jan were not able to get me off the ground but I was not exactly helping. As was the case in my previous falls, I seem to almost forget how a human body is supposed to work to move to a standing position. 

A couple of young men came along to join the efforts to lug my battered body off the ground to a standing position.  

I was able to compose myself for the walk back to the car where Dean agreed to drive.  

I was in no condition to drive. I can't handle gravity.  

On the way out of the park, a young deer stood in front of the car for a minute.  It was cool to see a deer so close like that.

Unless I was halucinating that.  I might've had a concussion. 

No, Dean and Jan saw it too. 

I took Tuesday off from work because Andrea was worried I might in fact have had a concussion.  

I was kind of wobbly so I didn't argue.

Well, at least I have my health.   

And I am so glad my suffering amuses you.