Last Friday I went to the doctor for my annual check-up. My friend, JoAnn will tell you calling this an annual check up is a misnomer. It was the first time I’ve been to the doctor since…um…2007. Yes, I know. I could rattle off a list of reasons I haven’t gone, but they’re really just excuses.
When the doctor entered the exam room, I fell on my sword and recited a mea culpa. I apologized profusely and told her this is “clean slate time.” I’m starting from scratch, it’s a new day, and let’s let bygones be bygones. I expected to get the lecture I so deserved, but instead I got praise. Not for skipping my annual appointments, but for all of the improvements I’ve made in my health since my last visit.
By her records, I’ve lost 85 pounds (she didn’t see me when I was at my top weight, but I made sure to mention I’m actually down 94 pounds). My blood pressure, while elevated, is lower than it had been and I no longer take blood pressure meds. (I suffer from “white coat hypertension.” My BP is always elevated at the doc’s office.) I explained that I monitor my blood pressure regularly at the YMCA, and it’s usually a bit lower. She was pleased to hear this. My pulse was 60, which shocked me. I don’t know when it’s been that low. Maybe when I was in kindergarten.
I’m looking forward to getting the results of my blood work. I had my blood analyzed a year or so ago at the YMCA and everything was normal, including cholesterol and triglycerides which used to be high. I’m hopeful for a good result now.
When I say I’m back on track, I mean it. I’ve already made my mammogram appointment. Good times.
As I left the doctor’s office, she scheduler gave me a cheery wave and shouted, “Welcome Back!” I appreciated all the great feedback and encouragement, but I’m glad the appointment is over…
until next year.