I have to have one of the worst genetics of the modern world…ok, maybe First World. Between my 2 parents, I have a slew of checks all over the “Family Health History” section of any Dentist/Doctor questionnaire.
High Blood Pressure? Check. Heart Disease? Check. Cancer? Check. Diabetes? Check.
That’s just to name a few. Add in my grandparents and I can check off more: Glaucoma, Alzheimer’s or Schizophrenia or ??? At least, that’s what we think…she refuses to go to the doctor and keeps thinking she’s in the WWII era (with enemies and soldiers surrounding her house. She refuses to leave and doesn’t really let people in. She forgets people. She hears people – dead people. Maybe she’s just got the “Sixth Sense” going on).
My faux pas? I didn’t take care of myself better, earlier. I spent way too many days not eating right – whether it’s junk food all day or skipping meals or what have you. I had my fair share of drinks. I smoked for over 10 years. I drank too much coffee (cigs and coffee just went better together). I used to, and sometimes still can, get stressed beyond belief either by things around me or thinking too much. What things around me? Before it was going to school and work at the same time. Then it was added drama over boys then crazy work hours (which, apparently, can still happen b/c i worked 12 hours this past Saturday). There were times I used to drive home and see the sunrise and it wasn’t because I was partying all night long. Nope, you could have called me at work in the wee hours of the morning and I would have answered my phone at my desk….but I digress. What else? I cared too much about what people thought and stressed myself silly trying to please EVERYONE. I mean EVERY.ONE. I realize now how idiotic I must have been. I remember that I got an indirect insult and laughed it off with a “ha ha…whatever…no, it’s not blah-blah-blah” or something along those lines instead of telling that person off. All so I wouldn’t cause a stir and have an enemy. I’m also a crazy worry wart that worries about everyone and everything. I’m better at this now though, I just worry about my own and not everyone else.
So now? These years of not taking care of myself have caught up to me. I’m overweight. My skin is horrid! No amount of make-up can cover my adult acne scars and large pores.
My hair is thinning…doesn’t help that my dad went bald at a young age (around mine actually, I think…mid-30s). He only has hair on the sides of his head. Much like “Ye Ye” on “Ni Hao Kailan” (see pic on left). Ye Ye = Grandfather in Chinese. When the girls first saw an episode, they started saying “Ye-Ye” looks like their “Lolo” (grandfather in Tagalog…I just learned that “Ye Ye” is for paternal grandfather, but they were referring to mine). Anyway, it also doesn’t help that my mom’s hair is thinning out, but she’s at least 63 and not 34.
My acid reflux is making a mean come back (I was diagnosed w/Esophagitis in my early 20s). I have heartburn and acid to the point where I feel like I’m going to throw up once I have anything that triggers it. My heartburn is also throwing me off because now I think I’m having chest pains. Not messing with chest pains so I finally found a doctor around here that is accepting new patients (just to recap, we moved from NJ to IL this past Fall and finding doctors/dentists is never a fun, or easy, task). I didn’t realize you had to be “accepted” by doctors. I had to ask if they took new patients. Then, the Dr.’s receptionist got my info and called me back 2 days later saying, “OK, Dr. So-and-So will accept you as a new patient”. Wow. Seriously? Did they have to check if my insurance would pay out enough???
In any case, knowing that my genetics, pretty much, suck, I really need to start taking care of myself better. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m giving up anything just yet. We’ll see what the results are (after I even take any of tests. First appt isn’t until 1st week of July). I loves me some steak and I’m too stressed (with work) lately to give up me beers, mateys! When it’s time to unwind, not going to front, I haves me a beer or 2 (or wine if I’m crazy stressed in the colder months). Then, sometimes, that reflux kicks in…ah…can’t win.