I'm not dieing!

Went for my second check-up at the Doc's today. A few words about my first:-

I walked down late. I forgot my piss sample, so had to take it back in afterwards. I nearly fainted when she was taking my blood pressure on account of my FAT ARMS. And I weighed myself for the first time in about ten years - IN FRONT OF HER, so I couldn't babble about just not looking 10 stone...

;)

Needless to say, it was the most memerable doctor's appointment of my short and insignificant life so far. However, for the last month or so, I've been, quite frankly, shitting myself over the results of the poison that is my own urine. Of course, it's been the subject of many of my friend's jokes i.e. "You know she's going to get out a huge piece of paper, Laurie, and be like, 'Mmmm yes, you've got cyphalis, cancer, hepatytis...'" However you spell them.

BUT OH NO!

:)

My pee is crystal clear! She took my blood pressure again (and I managed to keep calm this time round) and it's gone down from last time! I should have really asked if it was still considered high because, let's face it, high blood-pressure at 21 is not a good thing.

:/

But I'm clear! She knows I'm overweight but she won't say, she's quite a nice missy. All smiley etc. etc. So I'm pretty glad that I had her this time round instead of some snot-faced cow who would be like, "Yes, for your size and height, your BMI means that you're morbidly obese and you're going to have to go on extreme dieting until you're a size zero."

But no! My doctor's lovely.

This afternoon wasn't half as stressful as I thought it was going to be.

Job's a good'un.