Hello Chickens. Roost if you must.
Posted By KJ ~ 23rd March 2009
So…start the day off testing my blood sugar, not too bad. Move on to blood pressure. HOLY S*()@! Um…”listen pal, at the risk of sounding oh..I don’t know…alarmist…YOU BETTER GET TO THE F’ING DOCTOR RIGHT THE F*^& now”, I says to myself (sometimes my inner voice is a little dramatic and trying for the academy award).
So off I go to the new dr. Wasn’t really even sure of her name and I’m still not. After some consideration, it wasn’t as bad as my little unit showed but still wasn’t very good at all. In fact it was still high as a kite, just not a nuclear powered kite with space craft aspirations.
So now because I’m a lazy f*(@) and won’t go to the gym or eat right or get any exercise and who let’s his work run his life, I have to pay the piper and let the chickens roost where they may (how’s that for mixed metaphors or whatever…). I just hope they don’t poop on me. I mean really…chicken poop?! Gross.
Here’s hoping that the nuclear physicists who run the MRA don’t overload the flux capacitors or something. That would probably suck.
You’ll be A-OK.
Been there done that (not with your flare though…)
Took Grace to the doc one day last year. Doc checks out Grace then looked at me and said,’You don’t look too good” (not a good sign from a doc). Took my blood pressure, grab her little note pad, wrote down some numbers, and gave it to me with these lovely words, “Go straight to the ER and give them this (5000/4000 BP or something like that)!” Off we go to the ER for an overnight stay in the hospital (first time in my life). Next morning they put me through a “stress test” LOL! Basically you run a treadmill as fast as you can for as long as you can that slowly increases the angle until the doc makes an educated guess that your about to have heart failure. Then they check all your plumbing (veins, arteries, heart) with a thingie they use on preggos (ultrasound I think…) to see if you blew up anything. Everything checked out and said it was probably stress. The “stress test” was enough for me to quickly realize that no matter how crazy life gets, NOTHING is as bad as having someone make you run until they THINK you are going to die. Needless to say, all has been fine since. One’s mind works in strange ways…
Hope everything works out for you. Keep me posted.