Well, almost all of us -
Holly and I are OK! Gravel went back to the vet on Monday morning and was told
he seemed better; no need to put him under for further investigation, no more
antibiotics needed and no need to wear his collar unless he starts licking his
paw.
Margaret was not quite so lucky;
she went back to the doctor on Monday to get the results of various blood
tests. The good news is that blood sugar levels are well under control; the bad
news that her cholesterol is sky high - 9.1.
Simon put her on a strong
statin - one that's normally given to people who have suffered heart attacks -
and she's to start that straight away.
There's not a lot wrong with
her diet and, although she's not exercised much since summer (due to broken toe
and sore tendons) she isn't much overweight. Simon said the extraordinary high
level was down to her genes - it's a family problem. Of course, her dad died of
a heart attack and suffered a couple of others before the one that killed him
and brother Norman
died of a heart attack at just 41.
Graham, Harvey, Janet and
Phil have all had heart attacks and Janet's would have killed her, although there
were other complications.
The results have really
spooked Sam, which is a bit of a worry as he will understand the implications
better than most. When Margaret said her cholesterol was high and asked him to
guess how high, he said six - nine was off his scale. Sam is now concerned that
this could be a family condition and he's going to have a test himself to see
where he is; he's also contacting Tom and Max to suggest they do the same.
I put it to him that Norman was grossly
overweight, a smoker, heavy drinker and he suffered his fatal heart attack
working out in the gym after eating a meal. Sam pointed out that there are lots
of overweight people who smoke but don't die of heart attacks at 40.
If the children are lucky,
they'll have inherited my cholesterol (3.6 when last checked) and Margaret's
blood pressure (low 80s). If they're unlucky, they'll get my blood pressure and
her cholesterol. You don't know what you're getting passed down from your
parents.
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