So I went to the doctor today. I just started seeing a new family practitioner last month who is actually an MD, and not a nurse or a PA.
As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I have had some issues with occasional elevated liver enzymes. This all started when I had to start taking meds for my thyroid.
So I go to my follow up appointment, you know, after all the blood work and the mammogram (and the girls passed with flying colors), I get to the weights and measures room, where I learned I gained four pounds. If that wasn’t bad enough, while one nurse is adjusting the blood pressure cuff, the other is telling my my liver enzymes are all screwed up. Again! And they wonder why my blood pressure shot up to 160 over 100. Do the math, people!
So I get in to see the doc, and next thing I know, she’s all talking specialist and biopsy. WTF? This has been an ongoing thing. She tells me to knock out the wine (double WTF) and go back to the gym and lose weight (triple WTF!). Dammit! No wine AND the gym? I must’ve done something horrendous in a past life to be punished like this!
Hey, I know… Let’s look at a different thyroid medication, or since I’m on such a ridiculously low amount, let’s just suspend it for a few weeks and test it again?
I don’t know about you guys, but I have too much going on to have anything more severe than the sniffles wrong with me!
Fine. I’ll go to the damned gym. I will cut out the wine, but dayum! Do NOT come at me or my liver with that big ass needle. No, thank you. You can keep it.
I still have way too many important things on my bucket list to be getting a bunch of mid-life health issues going on, you hear me? I’m NOT having it.
PS…Because my BP was to the moon, I also get to go to the health nurse at work daily for the next month and keep a blood pressure journal to take back with me in a month. Did I mention dammit?
PSS…I went to my last ever back to school night earlier this evening. :(. Baby Boy is a senior this year. My little guy is all but grown up.
That is all.