Sweet Mr McManus! Nice to be able to travel leisurely without an itinerary. Enjoy your travels, where ever they may lead
Not so much what did I do today as more what's happened over the past week. My Kinesiologist has been on my case to get a physical and a complete blood work up. Last Tuesday went to the MD for a physical. Per usual we had our rocky discussion but physical proceeded without incident. Had blood drawn just before so had to wait for the results. Thursday comes and my lab results are posted. Mostly good. Cholesterol up a bit but at 282 lbs not unexpected. Unfortunately my PSA was 4.7. Of course neither doctor or nurse call. It's office staff whom with varying degrees of ineptitude cannot answer my questions. As I become more frustrated I begin to vent my wrath and ire on them ... to no avail ... they still can't answer my questions. Some one in the office took it upon themselves to set an ultrasound and biopsy appointment with the urologist. I'm sure they thought they were helpful but I still can't get a basic logical explanation as to why I should have this round of tests (lots of controversy regarding the usefulness of the PSA and of the resulting tests/treatments). Immediately chew on the unfortunate bearer of the news and force her to call to cancel the appointment while I'm on the phone with her.
Friday comes and the doctor has the nurse call. We have a long professional relationship and have a long discussion as to the wisdom or lack there of for the ultrasound/biopsy. I have a better understanding of the doctor's reasons but am left still questioning the wisdom of this advice. Have an appointment with the Kinesiologist who now has my blood work results as well as a detailed 30 day report of my diet. Basically he rips me a good one for my diet and lack of exercise. Proceeds to explain that he considers me a fool for questioning the tests recommended by the MD and we enter into an aggressive plan to counter the results of the PSA as well as a plan to improve my overall health. Go home licking my wounds and drinking large quantities of scotch (which the kinesiologist frowns on).
Saturday comes and I take my grandsons to the trailer and out to lunch at a local restaurant. Have a great time, get some work done and come home. My wife has a severe panic attack while out shopping and I have to go get her. Get her back to reality and back home. End the day watching "Blindside" (great movie).
Sunday arrives and we attend the dedication of our two youngest grandchildren. First time I've attended the church our oldest daughter attends. Nice mother's day spent with the family .
Finally decide to order the tests the doctor has recommended. Scheduled for the end of the month. Ask why I need transportation to/from the office and they tell me I can drive myself. Upon further questioning discover my doctor (who advised that this was necessary) is wrong again. And he wonders why I question everything. Odd as this sounds, I consider this good as it forces me to take responsibility for the decisions regarding my health care rather than relying on someone else's advise.
If the ultrasound/biopsy shows anything it will be very treatable. So back to my life of gluttony and debauchery.
