I don’t have a fear of doctors. I don’t fear the rubber glove. SNAP!!! I just figure if I feel fine, everything must be fine. One problem I have in my life is that my wife is a pharmacist and my father-in-law is a doctor. I guess its not a problem at all. Its an advantage. They have my best interest at heart. This means, however, that I should go to the doctor’s more than once every five years. I changed doctors recently. One that was much closer to my house. I did it for my health and to seek a cure for this nagging pain I have. My wife. Just kidding.
She is very concerned with my family history. In fact, as a concerned spouse and a pharmacist, she feels that I should be taking something to prevent my first heart attack. So I went to the doctors. The first thing I notice when he walks in the room is that this guy is pretty tall. I automatically check his hands. They seem fairly normal size. He does not have a tall man’s hands. The last thing you want in a doctor who will be performing prostate exams on you for the next 35 years is large hands. He is South African and is in pretty decent shape. I guess a fit doctor is practicing what he preaches. There is no way I am going to listen to a guy who tells me to exercise and eat well if he’s not going to do it himself. It like a Ford car salesman who drives a Volkswagon home.
My test results were decent. My bad cholesterol is fine. Check. My good cholesterol needs some improvement. Hmmmm. My uric acid is high. Uh oh. I could get the gout. I love putting the word “the” in front of medical ailments. The arthritis. The sugar. My father-in-law said that the uric acid could be high due to my weight loss. The number that was real disconcerting was my C Reactive Protein. It measures the amount of inflammation in your arteries. Anything over 3 is high risk. I am a 3.5. The doctor said that my family history was the main contributing factor for the number. “Time for the pills, Doc?”
“Adam man, you control this by controlling your lifestyle. No pills until 40 or we need to.”
I guess I need Operation 180 more than I think. I will never remember to take a pill every morning.
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