So I went to the dentist for a checkup and came out with high blood pressure. Go figure.
Don’t get me wrong here, going to the dentist and the thought of flying jacks up my bp. Actually working for bp had the same affect. I decided that maybe at 55 it might be time to actually see a doctor. My doctor is around 14. I know he claims to be in his 30’s but to me he looks like a kid. There is something about sitting in a room with Mickey Mouse on the blue and pink walls that is pretty surreal all by it self. But then throw in Dougie Houser in the mix, and you do in fact feel like you might have missed a few years of reality.
Nothing says get your head out of your butt more then being told that your are leading the race toward a stroke. Long story short I have suspected that I may have had an issue quite a few years ago. Perhaps even avoiding discussing anything about health issues should have been a tip off. I blame this entirely on a former relationship with a full-blown hypochondriac. Something about going to see a doctor every 3 days for 10 years might just do that.
Regardless, I now take the same bp meds as my 90-year-old father-in-law. He revels in this info and he seems much more thrilled by this small bit of shared medical marvel then me. I remain hopeful that all my life changes will reverse this flaw. I’m also hopeful that world peace will start soon and that Salma Hayek will call to see if we can do lunch.
Speaking of things I need to get around to, fairly soon, if you listen to Dr. Houser, I need to probably make a list.
Quit smoking.
Lose 20 to 30 pounds.
Lose about 20 ounces of Starbucks a day. “Try the Decaf” jumps to mind.
Quit snickering at the old men, mp3 player in place, walking through the state park. Perhaps driving by with a smoke and Starbucks has not been the wisest of lifestyle choices…
Oh ya, and lighten up. There is an old saying that says “Don’t push the river, it will flow by itself”; I believe that will be lesson # 2, smoking still comes 1st.