I Really Shouldn’t…

January will be a little busier than usual for me concerning medical visits. I went for my annual CT scan last week, and I will need to go for a five vial bloodletting within a week from now for the sake of diabetic testing. I’ll then have to go for an appointment with my endocrinologist to make certain that the numbers related to the blood tests are acceptable. I’ll finish the month with an annual appointment with my cardiologist that involves an electrocardiogram along with a general physical exam that will involve things related to heart health.  I’ve already been informed by phone that the CT scan showed that the stent in my aorta shows no sign of movement or leakage. Good news, yes?

I realize that all of these things are a necessity, but I grow tired of it all. It interferes with my schedule, involves needles and sticky things attached to chest hair that are pulled off with a sense of disregard, requires money because of insurance deductibles, and serves to remind me that the motorcycle accident will never go away. I honestly appreciate the availability of every resource that helps with my physical wellbeing, and I hate to be a whiner, but there are times when I’d like to be able to focus on anything and everything that doesn’t involve the damage done to my body by the accident. I know that it’s ironic that I’m here typing about it all, but complaint is sometimes a source of release and empowerment. It beats unresolved aggravation, so here I am.