I saw the doctor today. Looks like I’ll be taking blood pressure meds now, at least for a while. He’s also running a testosterone/estrogen panel and a full thyroid array. His phlebotomist took five vials of blood for the labs.
I pointed out that he’d commented on an elevated white blood cell count in 2016 and 2019; he’s going to see what the new lab results show.
I’ve been very short of breath for the last six months or so. We agreed that being fat and out of shape was the probable cause, but he’s sending me to a respiratory guy for a workup.
When I go in his nurse always weighs me. This time I had her use the height measuring thingie. It said 5’10, so without shoes I’m probably 5’9. I’m in the age group where people start shrinking as they lose spine and joint cartilage, so I was expecting that.
He takes blood pressure with one of the old-school wall-mounted sphygmomanometers filled with mercury. I brought both of my wrist cuffs with me. They seldom agree, but the newer Omron cuff and his wall mount agreed. He said he was going to buy one of those for himself.
Some of the other stuff on my list is on hold until I see the allergist and get results back.
We talked about my weight loss program. He told me to read up on GLP-1 and get back to him. I’ve just done a quick skim so far, but it’s a diabetes control drug that is sometimes used off-list for weight loss. I’ll read more on it tonight. If there aren’t any horrible side effects and my insurance covers it, I might give it a try.
“Hi, Doc, it’s your favorite pain-in-the-ass patient, and I’m baaaack!” As usual, I showed up with the last month’s medical journal printed out and clipped together, my list of symptoms and questions clipped together, crude pencil drawings if needed, a sheet about previous problems and whether there are any changes (generally none), and a blaze orange file folder to keep it all in. I always try to get the last appointment of the day since, uh, I probably suck up more time than his staff schedules for an ordinary visit.