Saw my doctor today
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
I saw my doctor today. I was hoping for better news. I usually just put this stuff in my private journal, but I'm so frustrated. Other than my weight, nothing's changed.
Okay, tell me why do they weigh you before they take your blood pressure? I take my blood pressure every day. Today it was 124/80, which isn't bad, but it's higher than when I take it. And I still have to take the blood pressure medication. So I've decided that they should take my blood pressure first and then weigh me on their stupid scale that's five pounds heavier than mine. Five pounds! Yes, I took off my shoes and no, my clothes don't weigh five pounds!
Now, I had all the blood work done prior to the appointment (except for one). My LDL's are higher. How is that possible? I carefully track cholesterol and I was keeping it below 130 mg. Since I got the results to the test, I keep it as close to 100 as I can. I'm on a statin. They asked me if I was taking my medication. Well, of course I am!
Then the doctor listens to my heart. I still have that stupid extra heartbeat. At this point I wanted to weep. All right, I know it's not so bad. I've lost 19 pounds according to my ticker. Tomorrow is my weigh in day, but I weighed myself this morning to see how much difference there was from my scale to the doctor's. My scale says that I've lost 21 pounds. I realize that it takes time for your body to be healthier. It just would have been nice to have some kind of validation.
So I get to wait for the results of my C-reactive protein test (shows inflammation) that last time was at an all-time high over 11. Yikes! I want it to be within normal range, under 3. I've got my fingers and toes crossed. I think the doctor is postponing increasing my statin for another three months. I'll know when I get to the drugstore! See I can't even remember. That's what happens when you get upset, your ears close up and you can't hear anything else but the anxiety flowing through your veins. (That's what that rushing noise is.)
I wanted to get off the medication. Not yet. The doctor is pleased with my process. Great. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this is high drama here, I'm just venting because I feel frustrated and grumpy.
I really shouldn't complain about their scale. One time I went to see the (different) doctor because I was sick. I feel asleep in the waiting room, so I was pretty dopey when the nurse called me in. Well, of course the first thing they do is weigh you. I didn't realize until the next morning, at work, no less, that the !@#$% nurse weighed me while I was holding my purse and wearing my coat! I told my boss I wanted to call for a rematch. My boss told me to look at the positive side: next time I went to the doctor, I would weigh ten pounds less!