Tim Russert's death spooked me. I had been somewhat cavalier about my health. High Blood Pressure? Yeah, sometimes I took the pills. Stent in my chest? yeah, avoid the heart doctor. Skin cancer? Put off yearly check-ups. Why? Good question. One, I don't like doctors. Not since I saw them use my sister as a pin cushion in the guise of helping her. Two, because I sorta thought it would not happen to me. Like somehow I was invincible.
I've always had amazing energy. Knocked down, I always refigured things and came back. I started my main career at 36. I can be amazingly single minded.
But Russert's death somewhat changed that. I had noticed my body taking longer to recover. I was tired more. So I've embarked on a round of tests; bloodwork. So far.....I'm a borderline diabetic. I have my blood pressure under control. I take my pills. I'm changing my diet to control my sugar. I have a nuclear stress test in two weeks. That will tell me about my heart (if they can find it....lol).
I expect to be doing my work for awhile.
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i think you might be a huge deuche wad. it's hard to tell from your post cause you might be introspective, but even if you are, what you are revealing to yourself and us unfortunate blog viewers about yourself is, well, redundantly unfortunate. do better? best of luck you shit wad of a blogger
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