David and I each had our annual physical today, and mostly all is well. David’s sugar is down, although the Doc is keeping him on Metformin. My sugar is down as well. Doc says if I lose more weight it will go down even more. I told him about the WW diet and that it works for me, but Doc launches into his spiel on Mediterranean diets and such. I’ve tried them all, I tell him. The only thing that works for me is WW.
When David has his turn. Doc mentions David has gained 8 pounds. David tells Doc he is going to barf if he has cabbage soup one more time. Doc apparently laughed his head off at that comment. After 30 years of visiting Doc together for physical checkups, Doc knows David and I are married. If I am eating cabbage soup, so is David.
David does not tell Doc is what else he eats. I hate to ride in David’s car because candy wrappers are strewn from one end of the station wagon to the other and popcorn kernels all over the seats.
Doc always talks to me about parrots and mystery stories and anything else we might have in common. He asks if I have finished my course of study, and am I going to walk down the aisle to receive my degree. I tell him yes and no.
After he examines me, he reviews my blood results. When he discovers my Vitamin D3 level is low he pulls out an Israeli medical study on the topic of Vitamin D3 and calcium and bone density. He knows I like to read medical studies so he always has one to discuss. He tells me I must take 1000 mg of D3 per day to keep my bones strong.
English: Omron HEM-7000 blood pressure monitor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
He is thinking about reducing my intake of Norvasc a Calcium Channel blocker (for diastolic blood pressure) to one time per day. He seems concerned that my 106/70 BP will go back up to the unacceptable range so he forgets the Norvasc for now. He asks about my kids and I tell him all three have HBP. He asks about my brother and I tell him I don’t have any idea about Mike. He is missing and no one knows what he’s doing.
My bones are as dense as those of a 25-year old, he tells me, and my LDL is the level of a new-born baby which is good especially coupled with the high HDL levels I have had all my life. I tell him once more about my 3 Aunts all in their 90s.
My bone marrow is acting up again, releasing baby platelets too early. He wants me have my blood retested at Virginia Hospital Center when I go there next month. He keeps a close watch on my CBC data after the scare a year or two ago. Michelle having lymphoma and Dad dying of Leukemia make him ever vigilant.
When I leave, I feel tired but OK. Until December. He can’t let me go a year between visits, it seems.
Later, I run into my 83-year old friend Margaret in the waiting room. She is steaming about Obama. Margaret was a nun before she left her order to marry an ex-priest. She is remains an extremely devout Catholic, and is upset about the Georgetown birth control mess. She says husband Paul has been writing letters of protest.
David arrives in the waiting room and he and Margaret let off steam together.
Margaret tells us her youngest daughter has moved home to live with them for a while. The daughter lost her job and could not afford her mortgage payments, so she is renting her house out and living in the lower part of Margaret and Paul’s split level home.
I tell Margaret my friend Anna and her husband have moved into a retirement home and brought their 60 year old daughter along with them to occupy one of the bedrooms. Times are tough.
On her way out, Margaret says she likes my hat.
See you next year, I tell her.