Downwardly Mobile!

I have been anxiously waiting the arrival of my latest test results. Every time they arrive, I sit down and brace myself, usually for the unexpected. This time I was expecting it to be even higher than the last little effort of 1140. Given that about 700 should be my limit, it's no wonder that I often feel a bit weird. It arrived the other day. Drum roll please. 910. To my way of thinking, that's a fair deal lower. Never was too good at maths though! The anti-mad pills that suppressed my appetite and made me feel sick may have made the difference. The difference being that with next to no appetite I don't crave food that I shouldn't eat, it's hard enough to eat at all. If I took something for the nausea I could go back on the tablets. Then I'd just have to deal with the fatigue and lethargy! Why does life have to be so damned complicated sometimes?