Glad to hear you're finally getting that MRI. It doesn't sound like tendonitis as much as a torn tendon, but let the MRI be the guide. The doctor should be ashamed of himself for not having done it earlier.
Thanks to the receding shadow of Thanksgiving pies and my determination not to eat sweets, I'm down .9 of a pound. Glad to see it, for a minute there I thought nothing would work. I finally have to acknowledge that I can't eat the way I've mostly been able to get away with my whole life. Anyway, with Christmas coming in less than three weeks, I obviously need to stick to it. If it's not the pies, it's the cookies, and if it's not the cookies, it's Aunt Dorothy's homemade almond roca.
Ugh, Christmas cards. We're not doing badly in having a supply, I've got a bunch from the Museum of Modern Art (i.e., they're pretty). But it's always difficult for us to get that appropriate family photo or set of photos together, laid out, color Xeroxed or however we want to do it, and then ready and in the cards. A couple of years ago we did a photo and a lot of writing, last year we did a nice sheet with photos of all of us and the pets, so maybe this year we can take a bye and just send card sans photo.
Now that I've got the sugar i.d.'ed as an issue, it's time to face the other side of the coin, exercise. Because of the virus, I've lost so much activity that had the side benefit of keeping me exercised. There's a trainer near us that specializes in strength training, who has what looks like a one-room gym, and seemingly works with just one client at a time. Possibly it would be safe if we mask and keep our distance and also keep the outside doors open. It's been six months, have to do something.
Anyway, that's my week in terms of weight! I'm glad to be down about a pound, and hope to be able to do the same for the next weeks to make a bit of a safety margin for Christmas. Hope everyone has a good week!