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Gremlins

Since a week can't go by without me shelling out hard earned dough as co-pays, I went back to the lady parts doctor this week.  Ironically, it was the day that in class I shirked from a spider.  As I protected myself with the podium and told my underclassmen to "kill that thing, don't hold back," several students laughed.  Several weeks ago something similar occurred, and they got to learn that in my youth my brother put spiders in my sock drawer.  Thirty-some years later that is almost funny.  Well, my students said I should lead them and how would they not be afraid with me showing my fear.  We chuckled, and I told them to "do what I say and not what I do." Ha! None-the-less, in the thread of leading--and as I said on my Facebook status while at the gyno's office--ladies should go see their lady parts doctors.  So why was I back two weeks after my annual? My Pap was clear, no HPV . . . cysts, that's what.  There's one sitting at 4.9 on my l...

A Broken Heart

For what feels like forever I have been making jokes about the state of my heart, the lack of mainstay relationships in my life, and the type of "men" who cross my path.  Lovers, or wannabes, beeping me eight hours before meeting a hundred or so of their closest friends in a church to say "I do" to another woman, fading Ladies Men lying to say they want me in the end, and outright loosers with badly placed come-ons fill these pages.  Yet, they aren't the only things to break my heart. As much as I would like to place solitary blame on one, or two, of them I can not.  At seventeen I learned my heart was broken, in a minimal kind of way. Unfortunately, over the years, it has continued to beat on and sometimes it needs help to make it through the day.  Yea . . . this time around it is called an irregular heartbeat.  At seventeen I was first diagnosed, but my doctor back then had the good sense of mind to tell me the Cardizem was for migraines.  I had been di...