Bobby turned thirteen yesterday. When I went into their room to sing “happy birthday” in the morning, the first thing he said was, “I shouldn’t have to go to school,” and I can’t argue that one. Unfortunately, since he’s thirteen on a Monday, he’s going to spend pretty much his remaining childhood birthdays in school. Booo.
In the evening we went to a fish taco place for dinner, then I gave him my old phone wrapped in a Trouble board game box, which didn’t fool him one bit. He said he knew he was getting a phone. Dammit. He was happy about it, though, and, bonus for me, I don’t have to hear him ask for a phone every day of my life anymore. So, there’s that.
What is Bobby like, at thirteen? He’s a smart, quiet boy who talks with this distinctive lilt probably from his friend group which is almost entirely Latino and Asian (there’s a little Mexican-Spanish upturn in his speech, which I find charming). He’s polite and kind, but also very introverted and awkward (I can’t imagine who he gets that from). I would say he’s a bit mopey, but who isn’t right now? He’s entitled to a bit of dark introspection, in my opinion. At the moment he doesn’t show any interest in anything but video games, which pains me to no end, but so it is. I wanted him to have a normal childhood, and I guess that’s what a normal childhood is in 2025.
During dinner, the H randomly brought up a story about Amy Schumer having success with a new weight loss drug, which was the perfect opener to tell him I have, in fact, also signed up for said drug. I actually changed from semaglutide to terzepatide after freaking out a bit about potential nausea; I contacted the company about my fears and they switched me. The drugs are in the mail now, so I may start next week. The H was supportive, thankfully - he knows how closely I’ve been watching the development of these drugs over the years, and how I was waiting for shortages to end and a pill form to become widely available. So I figure one of three things are possible here - 1, they don’t work at all; 2, I become so horribly nauseated that I quit in disgust, or 3, they become a useful tool in finally reaching a healthy weight and maybe even staying there for a little while. I don’t have much to lose - 10 lbs would be amazing - so hopefully I can use it and then taper off fairly quickly. I really don’t know what to expect. But I’m just curious enough to at least try.
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