Just got a letter from Kaiser about my recent blood tests, and the results are GOOD. I'll be taking medication for the rest of my life but it's a small price to pay in the grand scheme. As some of you know, my Dad died at age 51. That's young, btw. He was a big man, 310 lbs to my 170, and cursed with a bloodline of fathers that died at his age or younger. I had a test two months ago that sent a scare through the household and pills are now a part of my daily routine. Fast forward two months and it was time for my follow-up tests. They had some concerns about my liver, my "bad" cholesteral, and some other things.
They took five vials of blood from me last Friday and I ended up blacking out. I wake up and there are scared nurses looking at me. I've never had that happen, and while I hate having blood taken, that was worse. Five vials! What are they, drinking this shit?
The tests came back and the medication looks to be working. Everything is back to normal or close to.
Not that this is of any import to you, but it could have been pretty bad and this is the forum for such things. On with your day, then!
They took five vials of blood from me last Friday and I ended up blacking out. I wake up and there are scared nurses looking at me. I've never had that happen, and while I hate having blood taken, that was worse. Five vials! What are they, drinking this shit?
The tests came back and the medication looks to be working. Everything is back to normal or close to.
Not that this is of any import to you, but it could have been pretty bad and this is the forum for such things. On with your day, then!





