Welcome to Day 3 of the catch up with the Schiessl’s blog. Hope you’ve enjoyed the first two posts and would love to hear any feedback or questions you may have. PM Vicki or I or add a comment, it’s all good. Yesterday was a Midnight Run to Mexico. Although all our drugs were on the up and up. One of the issues we have is apparently with retirement and inactivity comes weight gain. Who knew? After trying every diet on the planet, we spoke with the doctor, and she approved of us going on a weight loss medicine. It makes sense, obesity can be associated with genetics and family history. I mean if there is a family history of diabetes, you take medicine for the rest of your life. Maybe with obesity, the same applies. If you’re genetically predisposed to obesity, maybe with the help of modern pharmacology this can be kept under control. Not looking to have my teen age weight but taking off a few pounds will relieve the stresses on back and knees. So, across the border we went in search of Ozembic injectables. The stuff is way to expensive, even with a prescription, $1700 per month here in the US, whereas in Mexico, its $375/month, but that’s at least doable. I’m not going to rant about drug costs in this post, but its time is coming. Anywho, after passing countless street hawkers trying to get us in their pharmacy, we settled on a place and purchased our magic bullet. We’ll take our first dose today and we’ll report back on it in a month.
While down in Nuevo Progresso not only did, we search for human drugs, we also picked up Apoquel for Roxie. Then as we shopped the street vendors, we grabbed a wonderful lunch on the veranda of the Canadian exchange. The sun was warm, the skies clear, and the food excellent. Picked up a few items in the exchange after lunch and headed back to cross the Rio Grande. At the bridge we encountered a group waiting to enter the US from central Europe. Almost all in line spoke Russian and were probably Ukrainian. The border crisis is certainly happening, but not in the manner that the news media portraits. There was a great op/ed on MSN which said we need more fences but larger gates. We need to process these people much faster and make a decision about them. We are all immigrants, unless you are a true native American. Sorry, I’m trying to rant, now is not the time as I have too much to catch up on.
Vicki is having a rough time of it with Bronchitis. It’s all upper respiratory with non-productive cough. She is dependent upon an albuterol inhaler a couple of times a night along with now a steroid course. Hopefully she’ll get beyond this and get some much-needed rest.
One of the fun things I’ve begun is a regular golf regime. We’ve purchased an unlimited golf package here at Riverbend. I’ve been playing with Dan and Robert of at least a bi-weekly basis and rarely do we keep score. When we do, well, at least we’re having fun. I miss the days of hitting the long ball, but at least when I hit the driver, the rough doesn’t contain too many rattlesnakes! LOL I have dropped my handicap below 20 so bogey golf is where it’s at. Besides, anyone can play from the fairway, it takes a true golfer to play from behind a tree, in a plowed field or deep in the weeds. Since the course mirrors the Rio Grande, several of my golf balls apparently are part of the Mexican Cartels as they escape to the river, never to be seen again.
I’ve rambled on enough for today, so will close for this edition. But needless to say, we’re still loving retirement.
