I told you!

My annual check-up was Tuesday.
I already had my bit worked up for my doctor.
"I don't need you to tell me I'm healthy, I just ran a fecking marathon, for chrissakes!" Bwahahahaha!
(And then, of course, I would launch into my laundry list of maladies and shortcomings, which she would dismiss and tell me to eat better.)

Reality:
Dr- You have dangerously high cholesterol.
Me- I just ran a fecking marathon!
Dr- That's interesting. You have dangerously high cholesterol. You should eat better.



It's not like it's a big surprise, I guess. I had chest pains during the training for the first marathon and suspected a blockage but dangerously high?!

So no more cake and ice cream (unless it's someone's b-day, naturally! Or a holiday. Or someone makes me a huckleberry pie, for instance. It would be rude not to partake.)