Just got back from an afternoon at the physicians office. I HATE IT! I have effectively avoided the medical profession, for the most part for the past forty years but, I’m afraid time has now run out. I have started a number of tests and procedures I just know is going to have a major impact on me and my quality of life. Sadly, I believe this medical course of action is best for where is best this point in my life but I am sure scared. I don’t think anything huge is wrong with me it just a bunch of little l things, like my kidneys, which could be a huge thing if were talking dialysis or transplant. I know its going to something like that I just know it. Besides all this medical intervention, they enrolled me in the TRAILS program a medically directed program heavy into physical activity. The doctor did a “hard sell” on Dianne primarily and some on me—like where am going to squeeze a couple hours of physical activity a week into my schedule—the only opening is Friday, a third of my weekend, being physical. I could do other days of the week but when I am working yen hours a day not much time is left over for anything else. I get home about 6:30 p.m. it would be grab some dinner then up to the U for trails. I have never been much for organized sports anyway and feeling like I am being forced to participate makes it even worse. This is not going to be good.
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