Faith ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm just in the camp of being over-cautious where side-effects are concerned.
Hey, side effects can be a huge pain, especially for a drug that most people take for the rest of their lives. I'm with you. I'm not taking a statin, either.
It's just nice to know that, if I need to take a statin, they are -- as your people say -- the dog's bollocks.
Sorry, sj, for the relational gaff.
No worries. It is just a little freaky about the word hubby. People have been bugging me lately about when we're getting married. We're not even engaged yet.
sj, what everyone else said about lifestyle change. My DH's cholesterol was mucho high even though his diet is so much better than mine and he exercises 6 days a week - just a freaky metabolism that doesn't "do" cholesterol. He didn't want to go on statins so he changed his eating habits and his levels have been seriously reduced to a more acceptable level.
Can I ask what he did?
(backing out of Bitches and back to my scenic river cruise until the upsetting and personally relelvant health talk ends)
Nora, that's wonderful news.
{{{sj}}}
My bad cholesterol is high. Luckily, so is my good cholesterol. I also have in the past sucked at the whole diet and exercise thing, so that's where I'm starting. ND and I decided this week to make a concerted effort to reduce our sugar and fat intake since we both have some health concerns. We also need to start the whole exercising thing. I do have a gym membership. Which I've never used. Shut up.
Edited because I really can spell.
My bad cholesterol is high. Luckily, so is my good cholestral.
His good is low.
I'm sorry, Connie. It was not my intention to upset anyone.
sj is a sweetheart. That is all.
I'm up to about 30 unanswered voicemails, and an additional 30 calls that I've taken. Must crawl under desk and curl up in tiny ball.
I suppose I should renew my search for a Better Damn Job. When I'm not curled in the aforementioned tiny ball.
I'm sorry, Connie. It was not my intention to upset anyone.
No, if I was a better person I'd be inspired, not cringing. It's all my own fault.
Where is NYC's snow? Why does everybody else get OUR SNOW?
*grumble grumble feels like I never even left the South grumble grumble*