Doctor Doctor...

I went to the doctor on Monday to see if they could help with my knee. It has been hurting for about three weeks now and it is intermittent in its problematic tendency. :)

One day its seemed like it is getting better the next it is hurting again. SO I finally broke down and into the doctor I went. Well, many times, I see a physicians assistant by the name of Cindy. She is maybe a little younger than I am and is a really nice person. She was hounding me about a year ago about my borderline high blood pressure. Of course she was back on me about it, this visit, as my numbers had not gotten better. She went on to say stuff about “risk factors”. Among others some of those were that I was a male and I was over 40 and that was not going to change! I asked if I could just lose some weight and exercise more to lower the numbers? She said yes then maybe we could talk about getting off the medication when you get to that point. It was clear she was convinced I needed to go on the medication. So I relented and it was so. I mentally have been rebelling against going on medication. I have a proud history of not being on any. It has been a long healthy young adulthood. Well this last year I am now on my second medication, which I am probably going to have to take from here on! I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later.

I was told by some friends when I turned 40 and again recently…something to the tune of “well when I turned 40 that’s when everything started to go down hill”  :)  . My reaction inside is to rebel against that. I know I am getting older than when I was first married but come on! Old? No way! I rebel and think I can still physically stay up with the best of them. I am pressing forward and who knows maybe the doctor is right and this stuff will actually help me feel and be better. :) Oh and by he way I got some great medicine for my knee too! Feels much better!  :)