Time for another installment of this Wednesday/Sunday night series!
Picking up from last time –
After lunch, I went to my appointment with my nephrologist. My blood pressure and heart rate were taken, just as they had been the day before – only this time, they were way back into the range of normal. My blood pressure was 91/53. And my pulse was 47 beats per minute.
I let out a huge sigh of relief and had a little laugh with the person taking my vitals, recollecting how silly it was to be so nervous yesterday.
Then it was off to meet the nephrologist, Dr. R.
Dr. R. seems to be an exceptional doctor, and I’d be thrilled to have him as my nephrologist. He goes over all my lab results with me, and I couldn’t be more pleased with what he’s saying. He says all my numbers are exceptional – especially my cholesterol. I’m within the best of good cholesterol numbers he’s seen walk through the door. So this is great.
He literally says I’m the picture of the health – the picture of health!
My dad and I have often called each other “the picture of health”… in a tongue-in-cheek way. As you probably know, I used to be a lot fatter. But I’ve always had great blood pressure, along with some other great numbers. (I think some of it must be hereditary.)
So, my dad and I always joked, since we’ve had such great numbers, “Oh, I’m the picture of health!” – even though we knew we weren’t, as you could plainly see by looking at us (since we needed to lose weight).
Then I lost a good deal of weight. And I worked out a lot more, and harder. So, when Dr. R. said I was the picture of health, there was no sarcasm in it!
(I know I can and should still lose more weight (oof), but the doctor was cool with where I am.)
Even looking through my chart (now, after the fact), everything he says about me is good. He says I’m alert and very pleasant. (Very pleasant!)
He does say my skin is dry. But for real, I have super dry skin. I can’t argue there. I need to start a lotion regimen!
If dry skin is the worst of it, I’m pretty golden!
There’s just one thing he’s concerned about.
[*My head falls forward*] Of course.
Note: This is only my attitude now in the retelling of the story. In the office, while I was taking it in, I leaned forward with big listening eyes… Yes?
“Well, your protein in your urine is a little high,” he tells me.
Okay, and what does that mean?
“Well, we don’t really know what it means yet,” he responded. He told me basically it could just be a fluke…
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.