No winter is complete without spending time at the doctor’s clinic, sharing germs and sniffles with the other patients waiting to be cured. I am no friend of winter, as you all know, and usually manage to sail through the rest of the year without setting foot in a clinic, but ever since the onslaught of the holiday season, I seem to be like an orang-utan swinging from one branch to another.
It all started with my eyes, when the burning sensation got so bad that I could no longer see the screen in front of me at the office, and I have a 27″ at my desk. This went on for three days until I finally managed to squeeze an appointment with the ophthalmologist. Since it was an emergency, they put me in the first available slot they had, which was during the senior citizen time slots! Waiting in the room with 15 others where I was clearly the only one below 70, made be feel very young all of a sudden. The ophthalmologist herself was not able to switch gears that fast either, because when she checked my eyes she mumbled, You have to take greater precautions as you approach your 50s. I stared at her wide-eyed and said You mean my 60s… I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at her reaction, when she jerked back and wheeled quickly over to the computer on her desk to double check my data. Well, you certainly don’t look your age!
Next stop, the GP – but let me rewind. I have been feeling really crappy the past week with no real explanation that could pinpoint. I thought it was the flu creeping up on me, since the lethargy is a common symptom, followed by a series of blinding migraines. In the midst of one of these migraines I blacked out and fainted in the shower the other morning. Once I recovered and managed to drag myself out of the tub, I called the clinic for an appointment and went over. The doctor scolded me from head to toe for not calling an ambulance immediately. I calmly told her that I have never considered calling an ambulance in my life before, that I am simply not programmed to think that way!
My blood pressure, as it turns out, was stratospheric, which is very unusual since I generally have very low bp in spite of my rotundity. My blood work is also clear. I was immediately hooked on to the ECG and then sent home to rest for the next three days, to lower my blood pressure naturally. She was hesitant to put me on medication right away since I don’t have any history of high blood pressure. The last two days have been a bit of a daze, drifting in and out of consciousness and I am on my way back to the clinic this morning. Could Christmas be any more grinch-worthy?