Curse Words.
I went to the doctor today to get diagnosed with rosacea. Yep, probably got it, but they have to rule out something called Cushing’s Disease first. That’s because in the last year my blood pressure has gone from an average of 128/80 to 165/110.
So I have to do a fast next week, take a pill and then go in for a blood draw and blood pressure check. If my BP remains high, I start on meds. MY blood pressure has only gone up in the past 6 months, it was always 128/80.
Feck.
I’m 40. I’m 20 pounds overweight, smoke three packs a week and drink about 30 beers a week. I know it’s excessive, but I work out regularly and hike about 4 miles a week. My cholesterol is the envy of most everyone. I thought I could get away with this lifestyle for another 20 years, but NO, my doc wants me to start BP meds if I’m still up when I come in on Tuesday.
Shit.
I lived a lifestyle in my teens and 20’s where none of us expected to make it to our 30th birthday. Car wreck, drug-induced heart attack, shot by a jealous husband - the future wasn’t an option. I always felt virtuous with a good diet and excerise, but here I am. 40 and life to go.
So I’m 40, I’m single, my face always looks like I “got some sun yesterday”, I need to stop smoking, cut back on drinking (duh) exercise even more and all the stuff I’ve always said I’d do but haven’t.
The idea of taking daily medication to achieve physiological normalicy really grates, because even with all of my drug and alcohol abuse, the idea of doing a drug because you NEEDED IT ON A DAILY BASIS was a sign of weakness and addiction. You might drink like a fish and snort powders, but the day you felt like you NEEDED the drug, it was time to pull back on the reins and I always did.
So yeah, I need to and will make changes. But it pisses me off.
Fuck
Whistlepig
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