(I'm kind of cranky about statins because there's a lot of evidence that the side effects can be pretty fucking bad, and also "high" cholesterol is not the bugaboo that clinicians thought it was
Steph and Theo, that's exactly why I don't want to take them. My memory got real bad when I was on Lipitor, along with muscle weakness and other unpleasant stuff. Like you say, she can prescribe it, but I'm not taking it. And while my total cholesterol is high, my HDL is quite good, and I'm... just not scared of it, I guess. My focus is on my blood sugar.
I guess I'll put statins on the list of possible causes, after I get my hormones checked. Boy, aging is fun.
I'm finishing deadline #3 and then getting some dinner and little non-academic reading and Pixie Dream Mountie quality time before heading to research on deadline #4, dammit.
'Pixie Dream Mountie' is a good term that I wish I'd thought of.
whew I got the mask made and delivered to the nearby person that I do not know that had asked for one weeks ago.
Ten guilt points gone away!
Now I only have 5 masks that I have already committed to, to make. I have parts of 3 cut out. so maybe I will get some made today.
I washed dishes, emptied the dishwasher, put some things away and have an hour before I have a commitment. I can:
- take some clean clothes upstairs
- get a load of laundry in
- vacuum the livingroom
that shouldn't take the whole hour, right?
Zen, is taking an alternative like Rosuvastatin an option? I take that, and while the full dosage does cause me to heal slower and bruise more easily (I take it every 2 days instead), my doctor said I was one of only two patients in his career that turned out to be sensitive to it.
I'm listening to my landlord curse the plumbers who installed pipes in my apartment. Apparently there was some high level incompetence involved, leading to rotted out cupboard walls, soaked carpet, and all manner of nastiness that had to be carried out by the bucketload. My landlord is 75, and super nice (hence being here to fix my plumbing on a lovely Sunday afternoon). I hate bothering him, but it's not like plumbing problems fix themselves. Of course, we're all dealing with this in masks, and he's gloved. Which I'm sure makes it even more fun for him.
Ugh, Calli. That's certainly a drag for everyone involved.
Oh dear, good plumbing~ma to you and your landlord, Calli.
Matt, thanks, I'll keep it in mind if it gets to the point I feel I have to take it.
Oh no, Calli! That sounds like a mess.
