I had a long overdue visit to the doctor today.
I was very nervous, anxious really. Not sure what kind of office it would be or how the doctor would be or how long the wait would be...
Some of you may recall my LAST doctor's office was ALL KINDS OF TERRIBLE. Perhaps you remember the time I waited two hours, long past my appointment time, and still never saw the doctor. Actually, I walked OUT of that office and never went back. That was a super fun day.
Anyway, back to the present...
I figured I better get checked up you know, I'm almost 32 now and I haven't had a regular checkup in years, at least not one that didn't involve me being pregnant.
So a MONTH ago I made the appointment. A month. I showed up and was happy to see that the building was very nice and new and well appointed. Lots of staff, not a lot of people waiting, that is all good news.
My medical professionals (nurses and a PA) were all very nice, knowledgable, not preachy but not unconcerned. I left there with what I wanted and a few things I didn't.
I have to go back Wednesday for lab work. Ok fine whatever. I'm not afraid of needles.
But I also left with a diagnosis of high blood pressure and a recommendation to adapt to a low salt diet. Now, I don't use a lot of salt to begin with, but the salt I use I LIKE IT! I want to keep it!
But now I've got a couple weeks to cut down salt, lose weight, lower blood pressure, and overall just get healthier lest the preachiness begin. You know they're just ITCHING to holler at us when we stay fat and happy!
In addition to getting myself back on the uncrazy meds (not because I'm all that crazy now but because I can FEEL the insane creeping in on me) I also got some pills to help with insomnia (buh-bye 2 am!) and some vitamins and other supplements. But all these medications come with contraindications...mine are alcohol, salt, too much sunshine, basically everything I love.
Oh bother. Maybe I'd rather get crazy?