I met my new doctor the Monday after school got out, and she ordered up a bunch of labs as part of her, “Nice to meet you, let me have someone jab you in the arm,” sort of bonding.

No, really.  I like her.  I’m just a bit bitter about the results.  I had a feeling it was coming, given the fact I have both parents on Statins, despite the fact they eat pretty well.  I’m usually pretty happy about the traits I inherited from my folks. 

It appears all my years running fast and loose with blue cheese and cheddar are catching up with my genetics, and I have high cholesterol.  My good cholesterol is also high, which didn’t surprise me.

Years ago, back when I was single, I had a doctor imply I was either a closet vegetarian or alcoholic because my HDL was so high.  I had images of myself, holed up in front of the minibar with a bag of spinach, but no...I am neither a big drinker or a fan of leafy greens.  Which apparently, is part of my downfall.

So in her message, she referred me to the American Heart Association, and I have to say that it was a bit of a downer.  The thought of the next 40-50 years eating all those greens, withOUT dipping them in blue cheese, well, it’s just sad.

I can hear my mother right now.  She’s muttering something about appreciating the ability to eat green veggies for the next 50 years.  Which is better than not being alive to eat the veggies at all.  But darn it.  I really like a good blue cheese.

And pizza.

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