In September of 2003 I had my blood drawn for life insurance and these were my numbers:
- Cholesterol - 209
- HDL Cholesterol - 73
- LDL Cholesterol - 126
- Triglycerides - 46
Yesterday I got my blood drawn for a work-sponsored wellness assessment and these are my new numbers:
- Cholesterol - 179
- HDL Cholesterol - 53
- LDL Cholesterol - 118
- Triglycerides - 40
So, yes, my "good" cholesterol (HDL) went down, but so did my other levels, so I'm calling it a success.
Oh, and I tested negative for cocaine. Yay me! That was a close one.
In other news, the inmates are running the asylum at the local shopping mall. Hannah & I went there this evening after work to pick up some gifts for a gift exchange. The two "women" I saw working at JCPenney were probably not older than 17, VERY casually dressed, and one of them was wearing slippers on her feet! I swear it. Old, fuzzy, hotpink slippers!
Then we stopped to pick up some food for Ryan in the food court and the two teenage boys who were running the Taco John's were playing music so loud I could barely hear the boy's responses when I ordered my food. We're talking obtrusive, obnoxiously loud music.
[sigh]
I guess I'm getting old that those things bother me.
Remember when I said my life was turning out like a homemade sweater? (a bit smaller than I'd envisioned it...) I'm feeling that way again, only more so. My employer wants to put out a press release in the Helena paper for the recent newhires (a new accountant and myself). First of all, I've never heard of a press release for a non-professional newhire, and second of all, what would they write about me? The first two questions were about where I'd graduated from and what my degrees were... Um, uh, I made it through high school, does that count? I have a degree... of about 98.6... Oh wait, that's a temperature, not a degree. What about the third degree? My mom's given me a few of those!
[sigh, etc.]
Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be college dropouts. I really regret not having a degree. I just feel like there's so much potential in me, but time is running out to do anything with it. It's great to look at an 18 or 24 year-old and see lots of potential, but after a few too many years unrealized potential gets stale and turns into... frustration. It's almost better not to have had the makings in the first place. These thoughts of coulda/shoulda are really maddening. Unless I do something with myself, I will forever feel the sting of having wasted something special I was given.
Or maybe I'm just embarrassed not to have a college diploma because I'm too full of pride. And if I'd gone to college right out of high school and changed the whole course of my life maybe I wouldn't have met or married Ryan or had my beautiful Hannah. I know I can't really think about "what if"...
I'll get over this, but you know what? I know I'm not the only one who's ever felt this way. Anyone else want to 'fess up?
Oh, and PS - I convinced my boss to forego the press release for me.