My Own Path

Well, back to the doctors today to get the results of my “service” from a couple of weeks ago.

I didn’t sleep well last night for wondering what the results would be, the subconscious can play wonderful and weird tricks when the brain is tired. When I did sleep, I had the strangest dream ever. But anyway…

So, the results were in, there’s no dramatic pause.

I’m not/don’t have:
Diabetes or pre diabetes
Anaemia
Thyroid problems
High blood pressure
Adverse liver or kidney function
Irregular hormone levels
Low iron levels
Pre cancerous cells – thanks to a smear and ultrasound scan

The full works, all from a few tubes of blood and a few minutes of discomfort.

Which considering the amount of stress that’s manifested itself our way in the last few years is all good news, isn’t it? As a carer, I need to be healthy, in body anyway.

The surgery is also offering early mammograms to selected under age women on a trial basis so that’s where I’m headed next week.

I have to admit that I had a little cry once I’d left the surgery and once I was away from the pre-Christmas shopping melee, because I’d convinced myself there would be something physical.

That just leaves what’s going on in my head. The tiredness, the stress of day-to-day and the fears that can envelop me about the future, if I let them.

I have a prescription for some tablets, to make me feel a bit brighter, I’m conscious of the fact that prescriptions aren’t cheap and that I may not feel that I want to go down that route at the moment, that I may not “need” them but, another part of me thinks that I have decades ahead of me yet (hopefully) so how about I spend them happy? Well, as happy as I can be, all things considered.

But there is one thing I know. Me and my backside will be getting fitter and healthier from now on. I have no “label” to blame its current state on now. Nothing that should prevent steps being taken.

And that is one massive reason to think positive, isn’t it.

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