If looks could kill, I'd be in jail

I needed to get a doctors note to walk in the 3-Day. I anticipate I'll need one for the Avon also. So today I bit the bullet and went to the doc-in-a-box.

Now the doctor I liked there, Dr. Jones, left about a year ago. I've had this other guy I really didn't like. Last time, there was a young doctor, cute in a "Grey's Anatomy" kind-of way. He was nice, and mostly he listened. Which I find a rare trait in the medical profession.

So I called the doc-in-a-box this morning to see what his schedule was. I wanted to get him. He's on vacation all week. Crap. I need that excuse in the 3-Days hands by the 17th. So I took my chances and went today. Of course I got the guy I don't like.

My blood pressure was sky high, again. I have no idea why. I'm eating much better most of the time, and I'm exercising. My weight held at 238. But for some reason my BP continues to climb. So I waited in the room to be yelled at. I was not disappointed.

We walks in wearing a bowling shirt, pants and crocs. The ultimate in professional attire. He looks at the chart and then at me and says "Why did you stop taking your meds?"

Pardon me, doesn't a conversation start with hello?

"I take them faithfully."

"Then why is you BP so high?"

Excuse me, your the guy with the fancy degree, you tell me.

He decides to raise all my medication. This is totally the wrong direction. The whole reason I started walking, the whole reason I cut my Coke intake by 90%, the whole reason I started eating better was to lower my blood pressure. I'm not perfect, I know that, but I am working hard to get off the crap and it just keeps increasing.

But then the morning got worse. He asks me if there was another reason I came in today. Yeah, read the chart, the intake nurse wrote it down in detail. "Yeah, I'm doing the 3-Day and the Avon 2-Day and I need a doctors permit to walk."

With these numbers I don't think I can do that.

"Daggers" flew out of my eyes and across the room. If looks could kill, his crocs would be floating down the hall in a river of blood. I calmly explained how I've been training, blah, blah, blah. What I really wanted to say was I'll race you to the Wawa and if I win, I get the permission slip. It would have been a risk, he might be in better shape than I am. Though I don't think so.

Bottom line, I got my slips. I'll copy them and send them in tomorrow.

I had parked at BJs and walked to the doctors office. Then left there and crossed Airport Road to walk to AC Moore. The walk signal gets you almost halfway. The flashing hand about 85% across, then you run like heck before someone hits you. I timed it. Twenty seconds to get across a six-lane highway. Amazing.

Then I walked back to BJs, did my shopping, hiked back to the car and came home.