So, I went to my doc’s office for a one month checkup after my recent throat surgery and there was a new nurse practitioner. We chatted for a few minutes, she was lovely. Then, she asked a series of quick preliminary questions to update my status, before the doc came in.
It all seemed normal until she asked, “what meds are you currently taking?”
None, I said. She stopped typing, turned to look at me as if I’d just grown a third eye. She then rattled off a mini laundry list of meds I surely had forgotten to tell her about. With each one I shook my head no. And, after a moments’ pause, she moved on.
Something about that exchange really bothered me. It wasn’t that I was being questioned or that her demeanor was disrespectful. It was something much bigger. What bothered me so much was that we’ve become a nation in such physical disrepair that the automatic assumption was that a 43 year old American male simply had to be on something!
That’s just not cool.
I think what bothered me even more, though, was that, even though I was susbtance-free, it’s been a hell of a few years for me from a health and fitness standpoint with a lot of injuries and funky situations. In my head, the question about meds translated to, “so, what else is wrong with you?” And, I didn’t like the answer.
I’ve already started to address much of it. But, I’ve decided to come clean about what’s been going on with me, health and fitness wise, with a series of posts that’ll start on Monday. In part, because it’ll help motivate me to continue the process I’ve begun, which has been a challenge due to continuing pain. But, also, because I’m concerned not only for myself, but so many friends, colleagues and others, especially dads, who I’ve seen literally falling apart at the seams, yes, along with me.
Stay tuned, this should be interesting…
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