When I went to see the Doctor on Tuesday for my annual physical, I was rather surprised my blood pressure was only 114 over 74 with a pulse rate of 73. They say my depression screening indicates I’ve been mildly depressed, which is an improvement over the last one I took when I still had a therapist; that one indicates I was moderately depressed. I think the difference lies in how I see myself in relationship to other people, “Especially family!”
We talked about the situation with my niece and certain other people’s attitudes about what happened. When asked if I felt my brother committed suicide, I did concede that while it’s always possible, I really didn’t think so. “It was just one DWI to many, and it finally caught up with him!”
The doctor and I seem to be on the same page about a lot of things with regard to that situation, especially since my niece was robbed of her day in court by my brother’s passing, too. “Just because someone dies before they are tried and convicted of a crime doesn’t mean the crime never happened!”
I think the anxiety has ramped up over the past few days because this bullshit with my brother’s death before trial and other people’s attitudes towards it have been running around in my head of late. The fury within me still runs strong towards certain people who would throw my niece under the bus because of their own selfish need to look good. It’s a shame they didn’t care about my brother when he was alive. “It disgusts me!”
And… While it helps to know that there are other people out there who feel the same way, it doesn’t make it any easier to manage things. But at least now, I know who some people truly are beyond a reasonable doubt, and I have no problem at this point distancing myself from them and anyone who’s foolish enough to parrot their Rederick.
I’m told the funky sensation I’ve been experiencing on and off regarding my balance might warrant a neurological evaluation. However, with the referral for a specialist that’s worth a damn being in River Edge NJ? “We shall see!”
Of late, I’ve been visited by these strange little spells surrounding balance way less frequently. And… When they do come up, adjusting breathing seems to correct things.
I did get four bloodwork prescriptions from the doctor to use once every three months for tracking my cholesterol. When I told him why I was asking for the scripts, “He really seemed to like my reasoning behind the request!”
The first script needs to be utilized within the next week to wrap up everything related to Tuesday’s physical. And… The next few scripts will carry me through until next year. It will just help me keep on track if I know I have to fulfill certain dietary and exercise requirements within a certain time period. “It helps to have progress reports in an effort to achieve goals!”
The rest of the physical went fine. It doesn’t appear that I’ll be dropping dead anytime soon. I’m certain the bloodwork will come back clean, too. “It’s all good!”