Neanderpundit

Spent some time at my GP today, a followup to a visit earlier where I was written for BP meds. Now, I dislike any medication, and it is my goal to get off them, but today was just a nice little treat.

In several years, I have not heard one word about blood pressure. Not. One. Word. Now, I gotta take meds. So I take them, but the annoyance plus the expense plus whatever side effects I’m sure they’ll have just add up to leave me the fuck alone, you bitch. Today I ask her what it’s gonna take to get back off.

“Nothing, You’ll be on these meds forever”

So, four months ago, I didn’t need them at all, and now I need them for the rest of my life. And when I press her, she says “you need to lose 100 lbs and get your bp down to 90/60 before we’ll even talk about losing the meds”. In other words, no. I know you can’t do that, so I will make no efforet whatsoever.

Time for a new md. I’ve gotten some good reccomendations for finding a new MD from a couple people I have come to trust, and I’m gonna be following them, and hopefully it brings me to a physician who will work with me and not irritate me to the point where I’m insane with anger.

Every encounter I have had with the medical profession in the last ten years has ended with a decreased quality of life on my part. I’m beginning to believe Steve’s assessment of the profession is the most accurate one- if you ignore them you’ll have a better life.

it’s 45 here. Howsabout some of that global warming, huh?

Lots of shit going on around here, so bear with me as I get my poop grouped. Lots of things to blog about, just no time to blog Sorry about the utter lack of content.

In the meantime, chew on this:

it’s a stove grate. it s the type of stove grate that comes on a Kenmore, and ours had four. Twenty years ago next week, the ex picked all four off the stove in the kitchen and whipped them across the room at me like ninja stars, sticking one in my chair, two in the wall, and one in my left calf. Not wanting to see her arrested, I pulled it out, made sure it hadn’t severed anything important, and bandaged it up. The precipitant for this behavior, was my completely unreasonable request that her boyfriend get out of the shower where she was giving him a hummer when i got home from work. I’ve had the blues, the reds and the pinks; all I can say is,

love stinks.

Fortunately, I’ve had the opportunity to replace the ex with a person who would never throw stove grates at me; she’s a fine woman I don’t deserve.
This came to mind because down the street is a stove very similar to the one I used to share with my ex. I wonder if the guy who pushed it to the curb would mind if I went down and grabbed a grate or two, did a little target practice in my yard.