Now stop for a second. I may or may not have been a very bad girl - but how does she know?
I say "what is it?" knowing that it is related to the blood work he took.
"Your cholesterol is high"
"Yes, high. Its 218."
A big sigh of relief comes out of my mouth. "That is not high."
Well, at least not for me. My high is 247 - my low is 149. Shoot, my husband has me beat by at least 30-40 points. I never did let her get out what my bad cholesterol was nor did I ask her if anything else came out bad. I guess I'll have to call back. He wanted to put me on Lipitor. I am anti-medicine. The fact that I am actually taking three pills a day. I'm suppose to be taking 4 according to the doctor, but there is NO way I'm taking 3 Xanax a day. I'd be a walking Zombie with high blood pressure.
I told her NO and to give me 30 days to get it lowered and if he still felt that I needed to go on it, I would without argument. So apparently I am going to be eating steel cut oats for breakfast, fruit for lunch and Cheerios for dinner. And apparently I'll be exercising a million hours a day. If anyone has any other ideas, I will gladly accept them. I don't eat fish - or anything that lives in water - so don't go there. I won't do it. I don't care what anyone says. I will probably go vegetarian - or next to no meat. UGH! I love my eggs in the AM and cheese, my beloved cheese.
I am warning you I will probably be a big giant you-know-what for the next month. I would avoid me if at all possible or bring me cuddly furry things or wine or maybe a nice candle. Viggo would be nice too. Hopefully the hubby won't mind. I bet two weeks into this extravaganza he will probably try getting in touch with Viggo himself. (OK, slight fantasy there but I need something with this grim outlook).