An Overhaul of Health Check Ups... Thursday, February 25

In just the span of today, I have been poked, questioned, x-rayed, asked to pee in a cup, had 5 tubes of blood taken from me, lotioned up, had electro props stuck on my chest, and asked twice to strip down to just my pants.  And tomorrow there will be more diagnostic testing of my condition.  Tomorrow I have an appointment with a chiropractor but today I got a new family doctor, got blood work done for my Canadian pro boxing license, peed in a cup for a drug test, had my hand looked at by an acupuncture practitioner, and did an ECG.

Was asked, on a scale of 1 to 10, what my stress level on my mind and body was.  I answered a 3 for my mind, a 5 for my body but added "that's in comparison to how it was when I lived in Korea." "How was it when you lived in Korea then?" the doctor asked. "A 13", I answered. "But the scale is only out of 10", he added.  "Yes,... a 13", I repeated.

I had fasted for my blood work today, a 12hr required fast, and it was rough.  I trained late last night and had downed my protein shake and banana at 11pm so I had to wait till 11am today to eat.  To the average person this wouldn't be a big deal but I wake up at 5:30am and in the span five and a half hours leading up to my appointment, I had to coach my Boxfit class and spar 5 rounds with a green boxer on an empty tummy.  In my world, it meant I had to miss out on a total of 3 meals in that 12hr span so when I arrived at the doctor's office I was into zombie mode.  It's a good thing I showed up with a ride though, aka security for the front desk girl, because when the clinic receptionist told me I actually had to go to a different building I was about to snap.  I had purposely come in the night before and went over the papers and procedure needed for today's blood work to go as smooth as possible.  I wanted to rule out and cancel any possible misunderstandings because I knew any flaw in the plan would risk me snapping on someone -- I tend to be not very nice when not fed!!! 

In my frustration with the appointment mishap, I recall telling the girl I was going to reach over the counter and bite off her head if someone didn't take my blood asap so I could eat. 

Blood work done, breakfast served, but in between the two I must have said "I'm hungry" about a zillion billion times!!!