Falling apart, I guess

[hokelore]

I went to the doctor the other day. My annual please renew my meds visits. I had run out, and really needed the Nexium because I reflux heavily. I also take a statin because I have a lipid profile that would kill a rhino. He renewed my meds, plus sent me home with some other scrips and referrals that I ignored, as always. He's decided that this

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[rmthunter]

Gads!

I'm terrible about regular check-upa, probably because, as I was told by one doctor, I have "the constitution of an ox" -- his words (which is not bad for a skinny widget). Still, it sort of did a number on me to find out that my blood pressure was almost high enough to kill me instantly.

And I hate taking pills. I just hate it.

Of course, your last doctor visit illustrates one reason I'm so reluctant to get check-ups. Sometimes, I'd rather not know. That's going to kill me one of these days.

Think healthy thoughts. I'll think some for you, too.

[hokelore]

I was once a skinny widget with the constitution of an ox. Now I have this donut around the middle. Anyway, that's why I'm so floored by this. The high cholesterol (up in the 300s, triclycerides over 400) I've always sort of worn as a badge of honor; it would kill anyone else, but I feel fine dept. The high blood sugar is new, and it's very high. At work, I talked to one of the docs, who is also diabetic, and his first comment was "Jeezus, you should be in a coma!" His later comments, however were pretty helpful.

Now, I've worked in healthcare for years, and my rational mind knows that many people are asthmatic, diabetic, or both, and they go through their daily lives quite well. I also know that I'm not easily killed. But back in a far corner of mind is this guy who wants to panic, who wants to run in circles and scream. I try to hide him from the public.

[rmthunter]

I'm encouraged by heredity -- my father is 92 and goes swimming for a couple of hours every day. And he stays busy.

I'm another who's in constant motion, pretty much, so that part's taken care of.

On the other hand, I'm convinced my mother died of hypochondria, so I try to not to worry about it too much.