My blood pressure is higher than he wants. I'm fatter than he wants - really really fatter - he wants me to drop 10 pounds and he asked sooo nicely, I might even do it. I think I can cut out dessert after dinner pretty easily. I've taken to eating/snacking a couple of hours after dinner every night and I really don't need to do that. I think I can cut it out or, if necessary, swap it with something non-caloric, without killing myself and I'm guessing that will take care of at least 10 pounds maybe more.
We don't do a lot of the standard tests... pap, colonoscopy, mammogram - I've assured him that if we do those tests and he finds something, I'm not going to do anything more than palliative care. He's so very respectful of my wishes. I treasure that. And, in return, I let him poke and prod me all he wants. He checked everything and pronounced me sound - ish. I got refills on my breathing drugs... (he did get a little scoldy when I told him about my trials of skipping doses to save $$ but I assured him that I had proven to me that was not a good plan).
He wants me back in 6 months to recheck the blood pressure. I'll do it cause I really really like him and want to keep on his good side. Oh and he didn't make me retake the pee test. Whew.
I have a massage appointment at 1:30 across the street.
I honestly do not feel like swimming today. I'm having an excellent hair day and don't want to mess it up.... or whatever. But, you know, I am the boss of me and if I don't feel like swimming, I don't have to. Tomorrow is class and that's soon enough.