I visited a doctor this morning, as I mentioned in yesterday's blog post, and addressed my blood pressure concerns.
The prognosis is terrible: I'm getting "older".
My lovely doctor said there are a few possible explanations for high blood pressure. One is an adrenal gland tumor, another is a hereditary condition brought on by aging. I told her mine must be the tumor. It's the only logical explanation. She needs to order the surgery immediately.
She was a bit more optimistic and suspects it is hereditary, and it's being expressed due to my age. It's treated with daily medication.
Oh no! Can't I have the surgery instead?
I've prided myself on the fact that I take no medications. I'll occasionally take ibuprofen when a headache is unbearable or I have sore muscles, and this year I've taken some allergy medication. However, I tend to avoid all other medications. It's silly to be proud of that. Many people take medications and are still fabulous, so I'm not sure why I have qualms regarding prescriptions.
Dr. Lovely informed me of my prescribed lifestyle changes along with my daily chemical assistant. I sat there listening to her and was feeling a tinge of jealously for the old me. The prescription-free me. When I picked up the medication from the pharmacy, I had to fight the urge to shout "I don't even need this! I won't even get this refilled! It's fine! It's probably just a tumor." But that would have made me appear senile, and I can't possibly be senile because I'm not old. I'm just getting "older".