A few months ago, a girl who sat beside me in high school band and is my sister's age (they were actually born on the same day!), had a massive heart attack. I haven't seen her in years, but I remember her as very petite. I don't think heart problems ran in her family, so I was quite surprised.
I was even more surprised to read that she had another attack requiring three more stints this past week. She's only 38, and yet she's had two serious heart attacks.
She's the second person from home to have a heart attack while in their late 30s. And that scares me more than a little.
I had to do my labwork this morning. I know next week my Dr. will be most unhappy that I've gained all my weight back from six months ago. Changes are ahead for me. I know that. But for some reason starting this fight AGAIN seems even harder. It's more frustrating this round, more discouraging.
I'm hoping for good numbers when I see the doctor next week, but I'm not really holding my breath. Well, my blood pressure has been good (although after watching a toddler hit his 80 year old grandmother and then throw his shoe at her and it coming near me while his mother TOTALLY ignored him in the waiting room this morning certainly had it soaring!), so hopefully next week won't be all bad news.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking through foods I like and meals we eat and trying to figure out how to modify things once again. At least this part is a little bit easier the second time around.
I was even more surprised to read that she had another attack requiring three more stints this past week. She's only 38, and yet she's had two serious heart attacks.
She's the second person from home to have a heart attack while in their late 30s. And that scares me more than a little.
I had to do my labwork this morning. I know next week my Dr. will be most unhappy that I've gained all my weight back from six months ago. Changes are ahead for me. I know that. But for some reason starting this fight AGAIN seems even harder. It's more frustrating this round, more discouraging.
I'm hoping for good numbers when I see the doctor next week, but I'm not really holding my breath. Well, my blood pressure has been good (although after watching a toddler hit his 80 year old grandmother and then throw his shoe at her and it coming near me while his mother TOTALLY ignored him in the waiting room this morning certainly had it soaring!), so hopefully next week won't be all bad news.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking through foods I like and meals we eat and trying to figure out how to modify things once again. At least this part is a little bit easier the second time around.
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