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So I go in for regular blood tests as part of psych treatment. I'm due to turn 30 in a week or so.
It's like I turn 30 and DING my GP calls me in for something. I return his call and the girl makes me an appointment for thursday.
I never have any physical health problems. I ask what the doc wants to see me about and she says she thinks it's my cholesterol.
*looks at the stack of empty potato chip bags to his left*
Really .. err .. oh no.
It's just a checkup for my heart I guess, judging from the response from the girl answering the phone it aint terminal. But really? Me?
*looks at his empty coffee cup begging for a decaf refill*
I turn 30 and its like the grim reaper hits a giant bell. I can see him laughing at the guy who has lived without fear of death for some time.
Wish me luck and nothing more then an admonishment about my diet, please. This sucks.
It's like I turn 30 and DING my GP calls me in for something. I return his call and the girl makes me an appointment for thursday.
I never have any physical health problems. I ask what the doc wants to see me about and she says she thinks it's my cholesterol.
*looks at the stack of empty potato chip bags to his left*
Really .. err .. oh no.
It's just a checkup for my heart I guess, judging from the response from the girl answering the phone it aint terminal. But really? Me?
*looks at his empty coffee cup begging for a decaf refill*
I turn 30 and its like the grim reaper hits a giant bell. I can see him laughing at the guy who has lived without fear of death for some time.
Wish me luck and nothing more then an admonishment about my diet, please. This sucks.