| 2005-07-06 - 3:56 p.m.
Dr. Appt
I have more prescriptions than a little old lady. My dr is a cautious one. This I know. Blood test results today. Sugar perfect. Thyroid good. Liver fine. Cholesterol...bang, zoom, to the moon. Seriously. It's like I spend my days eating lard like ice cream. So I got the fat lecture. It wasn't so much the fat lecture as it was the health lecture. The dr actually said "If your cholesterol wasn't bad, I wouldn't tell you to lose weight". I like her, I guess. She laughs at my jokes. I get to continue the BP meds (aka: pee pills), AND I get to take Lipitor. I totally suck. I asked her PLEASE, could I just eat more broccoli and promise to go to the gym?? Not more drugs! She said that in addition to my "She must take bacon intravenously" cholesterol level, I have a high platelet count. So I'm like a stroke or heart attack waiting to happen. I have chunky, sticky blood. And it's all my fault, and I suck, and it just shows that fat people are horrible. the interesting thing is, I should be in some kind of "this was my wake up call" fit of resolve. And I'm not. Really, my only concern with a stroke is surviving and being a vegetable, or having a heart attack and being disabled. I don't really care if I croak. I don't really care if I croak. That's the wrong thing for someone my age to say, isn't it? Shrink appt in the morning. Just in time, apparently.
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