There is so much to talk about today that I scarcely know where to begin! (I’m also torn… If I write about it all today, I can get it all out of my system. On the other hand, I could just hit one point and save some for tomorrow. Hmm… Yes. Let’s do that.)
I went to the doctor today for my annual thyroid check-up. Today was not the blood work day, but rather the day set aside to talk about blood work. Blood work will come soon. I enjoy talking to my doctor, though. His wife’s family is from Cincinnati, and they still live there, so we always have plenty to talk about.
It all started out kind of funny. This was just a check-up, like I said. And not even a thorough one. “How have you been feeling?” “Good.” “Any changes?” “Nope.” “So how are the kids?” That sort of thing. So imagine my surprise as I walked into a room which had been prepped for a more in depth kind of check-up. It was rather comical as I worked to convince the nurses that not only was I not there for that type of exam, I am not even in possession of the particular body part which that specific test is meant to examine.
We eventually got that all settled, thank goodness. And then my doctor came in and I confessed that I had taken myself off of my blood pressure medication a while back. Yes, it had been going down, and yes, I just forgot after a while, and yes, I didn’t want to spend the money – but I also have to admit that, at the time, I think I was rebelling a bit against medication. I do that once in a while. Never with my thyroid medication – that one matters too much – but with other things. I hate that I have pills I will have to take for the rest of my life. Most of the time, it just is what it is, but occasionally I rebel.
Such was the case with the blood pressure medication. I have been on it since I was pregnant with Ethan, I believe, and I fully expected to be on it for the rest of my life. But then I quit. So I confessed that to my doctor who, to his credit, didn’t scold me at all. And then we saw that my blood pressure was 118/82. With no medicine in my system!
We talked about it and I explained that I have been going to REFIT classes. REFIT is an awesome dance fitness class taught by my dear friend, Secily, and I love it. Well, yes. That could do it, he admitted. Then he asked about diet, and I replied honestly that I have been trying to be a bit smarter about diet, but not doing anything with any structure. He was satisfied with that and we moved on to other things.
Several minutes later it dawned on me.
“Or…could it have something to do with the fact that I quit an extremely stressful job that I hated?”
He chuckled a bit and then got very quiet as he seemed to consider that.
“Well, yeah. That could have a little something to do with it.”
Blood pressure meds are gone. I was officially taken off of them. I am running ragged and more than a little on edge about a few things right now, and still…my outlook is so much improved from a year ago that there are actual health benefits.
Not that I needed more confirmation, but…