Ah, the miracle of modern pharmaceuticals.
Looking over my blood test results, Dr. S. wrote EXCELLENT (in big letters, really) in his notes. My overall cholesterol level was down by half; and my “bad” cholesterol was down by 60%. The meds are thought to cause a 40% drop in naughty cholesterol, so this means my own goody-goody two-shoes behaviour modification accounted for an additional 20% drop.
To quote Bart: I am so great, I am so great.
Dr. S. will see me again in 6 months. If I maintain my angelic lifestyle, he will cut my meds in half at that point. And then after another 6 months, if (oh, and that’s a BIG if) I continue this saintly comportment, he will take me off the meds. I hate being on cholesterol-lowering medication. It feels like such an old person’s thing. How can I continue to deny the (blatantly-occurring) aging process if I stay on this medication? I don't wanna be old. Waaaah!
It would be so much easier to be a man. I could just buy a sports car and everything would be okay.
2 comments:
...that explains why I'm so depressed. I don't have a driver's license and cannot buy a sports car. I sit here, going through my mid-life crisis, with nothing more than an OPUS card. How sad!
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I don't even have an OPUS card. I'm even in denial about changes to my bus pass.
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