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100 Words, 100 Days: Day 96. On Health.

To your health! we toast sometimes. But what kind of health are we toasting? Good health, bad health, mental or physical health? It’s a kind of superman or woman who has excellent physical and mental health. Nearly everyone of us has something wrong within our bodies or minds; it’s a fact of life (and, unfortunately, death).

But the trick is not to overly concern ourselves with every nook and cranny of the wondrous machine we call our body. Most of the time it will take care of itself, with a little help from ourselves, of course. Just don’t overdo it.

 

 

Doctor in the House

It had been three years since my last visit to Dr. Kelly. He told me so, after looking up his records. I said I’d been busy. He didn’t reply, but I knew what he was thinking…

So, how did I get on? If you read my recent post, you might want to know. Then again, you might not. No biggie.

I brought a book with me to the surgery. I’m reading Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead, I’ll explain why at a later date. A friend messaged me earlier, suggesting ways to bring my blood pressure down. I did what she suggested, concentrating on me and my surroundings – but not the child running riot in the waiting room. (I can’t get away from them, can I?) I relaxed myself and focused on Ms. Rand’s ramblings on architecture and Objectivism. And focus I did; so much so, I nearly missed hearing my name being called.

After I refamiliarised myself with the good doctor, it was straight down to business: I cupped my balls and coughed.

No I didn’t; I jest. He weighed me and I came in at a svelte 65.5kg, a full1kg weight gain in three years. I’m ten stone nothing, the weight I have been for most of my life. My Body Mass Index is set at 22.5, meaning I’m the perfect weight for my height. Fist pump!

Seriously, if you don’t want to read anymore, I’d understand.

My blood pressure is spot on. I have no problems there. Yippee!!

As to my lung function, I blew into the pipe and came out trumps. There appears to be no immediate damage to my lungs; but I pressed Dr. Kelly about suggestions to help me quit smoking. He introduced me to a product called Champix, an anti-depressant drug that inhibits nicotine craving. He wrote me a script.

The doctor also scheduled me for a full health screening, as there is history of heart disease in my family. My father died of a heart attack, aged 58. He and I share the same dodgy affliction, polycystic kidneys. I’m to give blood samples next week, after a twelve-hour fast, as well as a urine sample.

Come on, don’t be giving out to me. It was your choice to read this far.

I went on my merry way but before I headed into town, I decided to check the price of Champix in my local chemist. Let’s put it this way, if I can get them cheaper on the Internet, I will.

Before I go, the first pop/rock concert I ever went to was by The Thompson Twins. Listen, laugh – but enjoy. I’m off to have my Horlicks.