Do you ever get fed up with dwelling on all the bad aspects of your health? Ever fancy hearing some good news? That’s exactly how I was feeling yesterday as I ambled past some health-related stalls that had been set up in the city. A lady leapt out in front of us to offer a ‘free medical’. “No, thanks,” I immediately replied – I know my health is in tatters, what would be the point? But, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that a quick ‘medical’ wouldn’t be such a bad idea. MS aside, perhaps I’m actually a really fit and healthy person, and wouldn’t it be fantastic to hear someone tell me just that?!
So, I plonked myself willingly down on the stall, signed a quick form to consent to the tests, which included the drawing of blood. Fine – let’s do this. At no point did I mention any pre-existing health issues – I wanted to be nice and healthy for a change and I find that it’s always fun to pretend that’s the case. My height was checked, my weight was checked, my BMI was calculated – ‘Normal’, albeit on the low side of normal, but ‘normal’ nonetheless. Do you know how long it has been since someone said I was ‘normal’? I was loving this!
Next up – a prick to my little finger, the drops of blood revealing again that my glucose levels were ‘normal’ (win) and my cholesterol was within a ‘healthy’ range (win win). Patting me on the back I was sent away with “a clean bill of health”. I could have skipped all the way home had it not been for those pesky wobbles that have a habit of getting in the way.