My annual physical is always a pain in the butt, but knowing that a full year of good health has passed since the last time I saw my doc’s index finger made it bearable. On other anatomical topics, I have what’s called a sebaceous cyst below my left eye, which given my medical history caused me a few days of heartburn. Dumb, perhaps, but it’s false alarms like this that cancer survivors (hopefully) live with. My GP squinted at what I was ready to believe was another melanoma, and intoned, “It’s the equivalent of a bad zit.” That said, he did recommend that my dermatologist take a look. Once burned, twice shy. She’s on the docket for next week.
Accompanying my physical yesterday was a blood panel, which revealed cholesterol and LDL values that were higher than they should be. They’re not yet dangerous but are above the normal range, which really ticks me off. One of the reasons I run is so I can eat crap and get away with it. Having dodged cancer for now, I vow not to succumb to heart disease. The potato chips and chocolate-covered raisins will have to go.