I haven't had an actual yearly physical since 2019. We went last Friday.
The years between haven't been kind to the size of my ass. Pain will do that to ya (bad hip). Surgery in early 2019. Full recovery takes a year or more. Covid in 2020. Somewhere in that time Brian took over cooking. I am like the little bird, waiting for dad to feed it. Seriously, what the hell happened?
Where did the time go? Why did I become so inactive? Do these sweatpants make my butt look big? (Honey, got news for ya, it's not the pants.)
Anyway, last Friday we had our yearly physicals. And I have diverticulosis (just occasional, but it's horrible). I have sinusitis (allergies that block my right Eustachian tube that makes my ear keep wanting to pop and I grind my teeth like crazy) and arthritis (mid-back and right index finger). Oh, yeah, and lots of skin tags. At least the tickling in my left ear isn't anything to worry about, it's the stupid curly hairs that started sprouting post-menopause around my ears (the rest of my hair is AWESOME! Where was this hair in my twenty and thirties?) .
The worst part is now I have homework. Because my blood pressure wasn't good, even though I'm on meds, I have to take readings in the morning and at night. And write them down. And take this list with me when I go in Thursday for a pap smear, something I haven't had since last century. Or the last decade, who knows? Hopefully this will be my last. My problem with this BP thing is now that it's required, my blood pressure says "hey, let's get high!" Before when it was a test quiz, it was fine. Stupid mind games.
I'm prediabetic. I've been prediabetic for at least six years. My A1C has dropped, but still in the not good range. Every time I get this lab, I end up getting email from the doc's. "Watch this video on what to do if you're prediabetic." No. I will not.
And because my cholesterol is too high, they want me to take statins. I do not want to take statins. My values have been steadily (albeit slowing) dropping. I told them I was prescribed statins before and never took them. But still....
And Brian's values were all rainbows and unicorns.
Crap. But in the past couple of months, we have cut way back on junk (I got on the scales a couple of months ago). Brian isn't bringing home Hostess pies and cookies and other kinds of junk when he goes grocery shopping. We've cut way back on ice cream. We actually have oatmeal for breakfast during the week. We've picked up our walking mornings.
We're on the right track, we just should have been on it sooner.
It's all meh.
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