According To The Results

I have the prostate and the blood pressure of a twelve year old girl. I am taking this as a good thing. Apparently mainlining garlic stuffed olives has health benefits even the ancients knew. I guess I may live long enough to make lots more trouble for the Gods. It's a good hobby.

 

I am checking out a new doctor, one of the joys of living in this Socialist paradise. I am leaving my tomato hating South African Doc to go to another South African so I hope they don't talk amongst themselves about me. I just feel that my old Doc is to focused on his maternity side of the practice and can't give me the time and attention I need to be successful. Plus I would do anything to meet some new nurses. They HAVE to be better than the Aryan Brunhildas that I have to get past these days.

 

There was a girl who came into the walk-in clinic to talk to the mothers and their babies. The nurses where very mean to her and I didn't like that one damn bit. Only later did I learn that they woman was a schizophrenic but still - you give someone their respect - especially when she was actually charming and not bothering anyone. I would have dated her before I knew she was nuts. Whom am I to discriminate. Plus I am GREAT at organizing my own meds and the meds of others. She was REALLY cute for a crazy woman. Oh god I am sick.

 

I need a Doc who is young and idealistic and can look at a years worth of blood tests and give me some kind of report about what I am doing right and what I need to change. I understand there are hospitals that do a one day checkup and give you such a report but they are in the US. I respond best to having a plan. I think my plans have helped me loose twenty pounds since my heaviest and become more stable mentally - not stable enough to go out with people but stable enough to stay off the water tower with my bullet less rifle.