Latest visit with Doc

Yesterday I went for my regular appointment with Doc. The parking lot for the building, which houses about 10 family physicians and another dozen or so specialists, was crammed full. I ended up parking in the far parking lot and walking the whole way to the building. The doctors pay a retiree to pick up and deliver patients to the door in a golf cart. The day was gorgeous, though cool and the wind always blows on the hill where the building sits. I did not want to wait for the cart, I was running late. I got a bit SOB before I got there.

Doc shares an office with an endocrinologist. The waiting room was pretty full, though I got right in. I visited with Doc and then he had me do the second half of the PFT thing and a six-minute walk. I hate it when he springs the 6MW on me, but I managed to do about the same as the last one. Doc came out into the hall carrying a collapsible stool in case I needed to rest. I always start the walk tearing up the carpet, but peter out at the end. The tech told me I need to pace myself, something I am not good at. At the end of six minutes, my calves were tired and burning, but my lungs seemed good.

Then I had blood work drawn. I went in fasting so Doc could check my cholesterol. I took a statin drug for about six years and the muscles in my arms shouted at me continually, so Doc discontinued the meds. He wanted to know if my triglycerides hit the ceiling without the med. I will learn the results today.

Would you ask your Doc if something was wrong with him if he did not act like he usually does? I did. I think I surprised him. He told me I read people well.

I might sleep the whole day away. The skies indicate it prefers that choice.

Thinking of my friends who continue to face health obstacles.

Later, Dude.