Life at 45

It is true what they say. The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be.

It has been years since I had any kind of physical that consisted of more than the usual rubber mallet test on the elbows and knees. I've been feeling kind of sluggish lately and made that very comment to a friend of mine. She suggested I contact and make an appointment with her doctor in SA. Knowing me as well as she does, she knew very well that I would never follow through with my good intention of making said appointment. So she did it for me. And even hauled me to SA to ensure that I didn't cancel the appointment.

Let's just say that I'm in worse shape than I thought I was:

1. Spine needs some adjustment.
2. Borderline diabetic.
3. Overweight
4. Change my diet: NO YEAST. NO DAIRY. NO BEER OR WINE. (shoot me. now.)

My blood veins refused to cooperate and it took two different techs and five sticks to find the vein that would give up enough blood for testing. Needless to say, my blood in the vial was very, very sluggish. (It is no fault of the techs that my veins are deep and it takes some digging to find "the one".) Blood test results will be available next week and I will have to make an appointment so the doctor can discuss the findings with me. Oh. Boy.

In the meantime, I'm taking natural supplements to help rid my body of toxins including the sludge in my liver. Couldn't I just be forever 21?