Long story short: I've been dealing with blood clots for a couple months now. It started with an Aspirin treatment but progressed into a blood thinner treatment ('ask your doctor if Xarelto® is right for you!). After a few weeks of the blood thinners seemingly fixing the clot(s?) I went to the doctor today and she said they're looking better but that I would need to be on them for ANOTHER 6 MONTHS! SIX. F'ING. MONTHS! Ugh. What a blow to my confidence and my health. My mortality is smacking me in the face and now I have to do something about my health for the first time in about 10 years. It's interesting how when you're young you can pretty much coast by with decent health but as you get older you have to work at it. I remember the days when I would go to the gym 3 times a week, work up a good sweat and muscle burn each time, go home, eat and then go out drinking that same night.
I probably haven't been to the gym in 5+ years (maybe even longer) between COVID and Mabel's stuff (that's another post!).
After being on the blood thinners for a few weeks I was thinking that I'd go to the doctor today and she'd tell me, 'looks good. No more blood thinners needed!' But instead I got 'looking better. Let's stay on the thinners for 6 months, take you off them and if it doesn't come back then we're good. If it DOES come back, these will be a part of the rest of your life." WHAT? I could be on blood thinners for the rest of my life?!
What a swift kick in the health balls.
I guess I'm gonna have to get serious about exercise and eating better. It's something the wife and I have been talking about but then life flairs up and it's just easier to order a pizza.
Dammit. Life is killing me.
This though could be the best thing to happen to me though. This might be the thing that lights a fire in me to take better care of myself, get into better shape and feel better both physically and mentally.
There's something to be said for having a health scare. And at least it wasn't the kind of scare that leaves you gasping for breath and the EMTs carting you away to the emergency room.
I guss I feel lucky that this 'scare' is a bellwether of what I need to do (get healthier) and not a reminder of what I should have done (death).