I guess it all boils down to living by the numbers.
When your cholesterol numbers are higher than the “averages,” they wring their hands and put you on meds. Then with time, your numbers creep back down (hopefully) and you are in their good graces once again.
Unless your blood pressure numbers are too high.
Then they wring their hands, look scornfully at you from behind their big wooden desk, and lower the boom that they want to put you on a blood pressure-reducing medication.
For someone who didn’t visit the doctor in 15 years and swore she never would, I am slowly but surely getting sucked into their system. I’m just hoping that what I’m agreeing to do will eventually bring me out on the healthier side of this medical mumbo-jumbo tunnel.
I suppose that since both of my parents had high blood pressure and had to take antihypertensive meds, it was just a matter of time before I would, too. You just never think of yourself as that unhealthy, even though the scales tell you otherwise.
The fun is over.
At least the fun with food is over. I must obey. I must adjust. I must give up those bad carbs and, with a stiff upper lip, stand up straight, eat my veggies with no butter, no salt, no sugar, no nuttin’ good… and like it.
I’m trying to give up caffeine, too, but that’s tricky. I’d rather not develop the caffeine-withdrawal headache that always accompanies this type of weaning process, so my nurse practitioner suggested I just have a half-cup of coffee (or tea) in the mornings instead of my usual ONE LOUSY CUP per day. I don’t know HOW those who drink multiple cups of caffeine can even be alive. I drink one cup a day and that has to go! I don’t smoke (never have), don’t drink (used to but stopped in 1981 totally and completely), and my little one cup of coffee or tea a day has to go, now.
Where is the justice of it all?
Oh, this will be the hard one to do. I love bread. I love potatoes, also, and both ALSO must go. Not to mention all added salt, and just about anything that can be called a “processed food” must go.
I realize there are bazillions of good, upstanding, compliant citizens of the world who are doing all the right things that their primary care physicians tell them to do, and I applaud them for it. It must be nice to feel good every day, to have normal blood pressure coursing through your veins and arteries, to be able to buy normal sized clothing and look and feel good. I am being pulled kicking and screaming into your world, and I just pray it works. To be normal, is all I ask.
Normal cholesterol numbers.
Normal blood pressure readings.
Normal body weight.
Normal aches and pains (not debilitating arthritic pain).
That’s all I ask out of life anymore.
If my doctors/nurses can give me that, with the help of some drugs and especially a lot willpower on my part, I guess I’ll be a happy camper.