In French, a heart attack is a crise cardiac which literally means cardiac crisis, which is a little more passive than an attack, but I think it works.
Attack is just so violent, don't you think?
Anyway, I was thinking about panic attacks which is what got me typing. It being that most wonderful time of the year, I'm starting to feel anxious about a lot of things. Time, temperature, rainfall, finances, present purchases, that last small batch of Christmas cards I need to send out but had been waiting on address updates. My lab results.
On that last one - I did an at home biometric screening to get a break on my insurance - the company let us do them by mail, and that was nice. I bled on a test strip, let it dry, then mailed it. I got the results this morning, and let's just go ahead and say it - if I were a report card, someone would be getting grounded. I mean, my good cholesterol is good - my other cholesterol is bad, as are my triglycerides, as is my blood sugar.
Here's the good news. I have a physical in a month with my PCP - and that's when the real numbers come in. I have to think a few tubes full of good, fresh, wet blood has to be more accurate than the stick, squeeze, seal, stamp and send method.
I know I'm still a walking timebomb, I just think I'm less likely to detonate than you might imagine.
Or not. Maybe I'm in bad enough shape that they'll want me to take Wegovy, or Mounjaro, or Ozempic... and then I'll drop a few pounds, and put this runaway train in reverse? Or at the very least, hit the brakes.
We'll see. Regardless - I do need to get my shit together.
And that's only one branch of panic. The other one is that I have two weeks, give or take, to put together some training material to complete a two-day intensive class for a topic that is one of my weakest points. Not saying I can't do it. I'll crush it - because that's the whole plan. I hope. Wish me luck. And a miracle.
I used this weekend to recuperate from last weekend. Thursday, we had an early alarm because I took Matt to have a ganglion removed from his foot. I myself went to the urologist Tuesday to review test results - they're going to check my thyroid "just in case" - but other than that, they want me to go get a kidney/ureters/bladder x-ray in a year. Sounds good to me. I'd be stunned if my thyroid were anything other than fine. I would love to blame all my problems on mechanical failure, but what are the odds?
Because they had to suture his foot, the mister is staying off of his feet for a few days. Which means I'm the one doing the schlepping - and that's fine. It helped give me the space to make pepper jelly over the weekend. It looks like it is going to set up really nicely.
I also need to get on the ball with Christmas. I need gifts for my direct reports, two or possibly three dirty Santa gifts. Something for the nephew, something for my sister and brother-in-law. And Mom. And... you get the idea.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
ae
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