The journey of a middle school math teacher and daily observations/struggles/laughs. .
Doctors…
About three weeks ago, I decided to get a doctor. After all, I pay health insurance and I never had a doc. So I get one and schedule and appointment. The reason was I noticed that my pressure was a little high at the last employee wellness check. I’m 35 and figured what the heck - I’ll go. Anyway, I go and I get prescribed some meds for the high blood pressure.
A week later, I could barely walk. I had some awful reaction to the meds. What was horrible, is that noone seemed to understand until I almost fell down some stairs because I could no longer lock my knee was I swung my leg. This is not a whine. I am a guy who stepped on a long nail underwater that went clear through his foot, and never told anyone (since I had my lockjaw shot). I don’t say I can barely walk unless I really can barely walk. It was scary, as if I could not lock my legs, they felt as if I had lost control of them. I normally run up and down stairs, but I could not even go down one step at a time gripping the handrail as if I were an octagenarian. I literally could barely walk.
So, I stop taking the meds - after 2 days of bed rest I finally slowly go back to normal. What was sad is that I called the doc when it was happening, and he was out of town, and evidently the only way to get seen was for me to go to the emergency room. Noone was really willing to help me. I refuse to get everyone in debt if it was no big deal. Being the stubborn Irish guy that I am, I decide to wait and see what happens. Thank goodness I got better. So… since I’ve never had anything scary wrong with me my whole life till I decide to do the doctor thing - I’m weighing wheter I’ll go back. I’m thinking extra walk in the evening and a bowl of cherrios for breakfast should lower my pressure naturally.
