Well, once again the passage of time has come along and kicked me right in the mommy/daddy maker. About a week ago I was feeling a little under the weather and after arguing with my wife about whether I should go to the doctor (guess which side I was on) , I gave in and popped in to see my local shaman.
He treated what ailed me and I was about to roll on out the door when I got hit with the "come hither" by his nurse. "Have you ever been diagnosed with high blood pressure?" she asks.
I told her no because I am after all young and immortal.
Well, apparently 140/100 is too high for my local witch doctor to be comfortable with so he asks that I monitor it for a week.
One week goes by and it hovers right around the 135/95 area plus or minus 5 on both numbers. I once again trek down to the hut in the center of town where lives my shaman and give him the news. He in turn gives me a 2 week supply of bp med and says that if they show no side effects that it will be my daily drug for the future.
Now, I've had to take pills before, but this will be my first long-term regimen. In my mind that is one of the mile markers that shows you've crossed over into "Old Fogey-ville". I weep for my lost youth.
Not all is as bleak as it might appear at first blush. If I can lose the weight I have gained in the 18 years since I graduated high school, I can most likely shuck this particular monkey from off my back. And here comes kick in the dangly bits #2. That totals out to about 100 lbs. Yes you read that right...I need to lose a 10 year old. Damn. Looks like I'm on these things for the foreseeable future.