Day 199: Turned Myself In
Friday, February 18, 2011
Today I saw my doctor.
I had to admit that I've been fairly noncompliant with my statin (because it just slips my mind to take it at night) and my hydrochlorothiazide (because I already pee on myself so much, I want to avoid a diuretic).
My weight is fairly stable from when I saw her several months ago, but my BP was high...about 170/92 after I'd been sitting 10 minutes. My heart rate is already 64, so, as she explained it, I "don't have any more betas to block." So she started an ARB. We'll see if it works.
I told her about my back pain. She suggested an MRI, but I declined. I'd rather turn myself in at the local university medical center's back clinic and see if they recommend starting with a physical therapy program for home exercises. If they really want an MRI, I'll do it, but I hate to have the test if it's not necessary. It's a big copay, first of all. Secondly, while I don't think I need my ovaries any longer, I'd sure hate to make them glow for no reason.
She drew my blood and checked my urine for microalbumin. I feel well taken care of when I'm with her and she allows me to control my treatment to a certain extent, though occasionally she rolls her eyes with amusement.
After the doc appointment, I came to work where I had a very, very pleasant day. Meetings were worthwhile and we accomplished what needed to be accomplished. Yesterday I struggled to get my clinic charting done and decided it was a very, very bad day. I considered shoving my face into a whole chocolate cake, but I reconsidered and had some tuna instead.
Even with baby steps, I choose health.