I went to the doctor last week and I will admit that I was excited about some parts of it (getting my numbers) and dreading parts of it (evil doctor, drugs for fatness, boob issues).
But, I went because one of my girls is growing when the rest of me is shrinking and well, it just seems like a good idea to get these things checked out. I go in and first thing is the weighing. A different nurse who is really nice this time. She points out that I have lost a lot of weight since I was last there. Really? I hadn’t noticed! But, she was positive and it was all good. Then she tells me to change into the gown on the table and the doc will be in shortly. To my horror I discover that the gown (and I use that term loosely) has been downgraded to a paper thing. WTF? I put it on and text my friend Mary as I’m standing there with only half of each boob covered that I have found a new type of torture. I finish as the doctor walks in. I always forget that she is blonde and it always surprises me. I have no theory as to why. She says, “you didn’t want to sit down?” I say, in very distinct language, are you kidding? With this thing? She laughs and gives me a modestly sheet of the same paper. I want to snicker but in truth I’m grateful for the additional coverage.
I tell her what’s up and she does the exam and tells me I’m going to have a diagnostic mammogram. Oh joy! Then she starts asking me about how I lost weight and how much better I must feel. I’m still dreading the ‘drugs to help you lose weight’ comment as I tell her that I’m losing weight with weight watchers and the gym. I’m smiling as I say it-much more confident in myself then I was last time I was there. She looks at me surprised and goes, “Huh! Most people don’t have success with that.” Smile turns to stunned. I cannot believe she just said that. I did the best I could and said, well, it does if you stick to it and no, I don’t want any drugs to help me lose weight. Whew!
I had my blood drawn the next day and here are my results:
Blood pressure: 120/88. When I started the gym it was in the 130’s and the last time I was at the doctor it was in the 140’s. I rock.
I’m still anemic. My hemoglobin is 9. Normal is above 12. I went up a point from 8 the last time and I really thought I would have kicked it by now since I am cycling regularly, but nope. I’m going on iron for 6 weeks. Ugh. Never gonna poop again.
My blood sugar is normal, kidney and liver is normal and my electrolytes are normal.
My cholesterol is 186. This number seems to bring impressed grunts, jealous humphs and congrats from anyone I tell. One person even said, is that without medication? You betcha. Yippee! Last time it was right at 200.
I do have to say that this was a much better experience. I’m past the point of looking like a freak to the medical community-now I am just overweight. I can handle that. I feel like I am finding this world that I truly belong to now. I never felt that, I felt like an outsider to the human race and that is no way to live.
Welcome to your world Jen!
